<?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-400735155342827537</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:27:23.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Influencia</title><subtitle type='html'>http://fotolog.com/astridsalome</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-6270544835360962262</id><published>2009-10-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:16:02.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Suu599VUI1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/qSgKkBG1vcA/s1600-h/(L).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398613052420793170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Suu599VUI1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/qSgKkBG1vcA/s320/(L).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-6270544835360962262?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6270544835360962262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6270544835360962262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Suu599VUI1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/qSgKkBG1vcA/s72-c/(L).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3759150925999977932</id><published>2009-10-23T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:50:27.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SuJ5axnRRHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2Hfaa6tVrcQ/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396008804444882034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SuJ5axnRRHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2Hfaa6tVrcQ/s320/DSC00739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3759150925999977932?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3759150925999977932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3759150925999977932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SuJ5axnRRHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2Hfaa6tVrcQ/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7562323051473493151</id><published>2009-10-10T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:38:29.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Mrs. Brightside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Las épocas de inseguridad terminaron, ahora todo esta unido en mi y se defenderme y estoy orgullosa de mi. Es autoestima , no sobervia . Es mirar adelante y reirse del pasado porque es como te lo tomás la cosa. No soy invencible ni soy lo mejor que hay en el mundo pero hasta la gente ( que todos opinan diferente bien o mal) las diversidades esas me consagraron , pero yo dependeo de la atencion del comentario ajeno? NOOOO yo soy lo que soy porque lo hice yo, lo malo derramado está no me importa.Tengo control sobre todo y lo malo es un desafio a ver como termina y es un juego. y no hay que pensar en eso sino que hay que desafiarlo y en cuanto a la gente son diferentes universos en el que hablan un idioma diferente. Se que no entiendo lo que es creer. Pero estoy dispuesta a aprender tanto eso como matemática porque los grendes nacen aprediendo y respetando llevando humildad como lema. Y vine a vencer al miedo. porque la injusticia tiene cura y antidoto.Yo se que nací para ser grande. todos lo nacimos pero cada uno hace lo que hace para estar en algun lugar. Les deseo suerte a los que la pasan mal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we born to shine. ( Its on you to see that or not.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;puedo decir que hoy creo en mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7562323051473493151?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7562323051473493151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7562323051473493151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5041480380285035202</id><published>2009-10-06T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:40:27.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Ssv_dfzKyRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Le9ZVKvdKTA/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389682261296335122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Ssv_dfzKyRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Le9ZVKvdKTA/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LANDING IN A VERY COMMON CRISIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5041480380285035202?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5041480380285035202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5041480380285035202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/10/landing-in-very-common-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Ssv_dfzKyRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Le9ZVKvdKTA/s72-c/DSC00605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-4528927489970232020</id><published>2009-10-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:34:15.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SsjN2krk9UI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fnJNNNtVnl8/s1600-h/Abril+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388783291591882050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SsjN2krk9UI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fnJNNNtVnl8/s320/Abril+2009+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No vivas através del otro, ilumina con tu luz interior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;loveyouDaiana♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-4528927489970232020?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4528927489970232020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4528927489970232020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-universo-es-muy-confuso-realmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SsjN2krk9UI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fnJNNNtVnl8/s72-c/Abril+2009+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-9129763640204475729</id><published>2009-09-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:37:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SsQVUb6iYqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0TtXhW78I9E/s1600-h/DSCN5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387454495076803234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SsQVUb6iYqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0TtXhW78I9E/s320/DSCN5931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quién le vamos a tirar una pared&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya no nos quede nadie?&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez un perro fiel a cambio de comer&lt;br /&gt;Soporte hasta lo insoportable.&lt;br /&gt;Temiendo ser peor, temiendo ser mejor,&lt;br /&gt;Temiendo al fin, siempre temiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Viviendo en el ayer, aletargando el hoy,&lt;br /&gt;Sí, Victor, sí, Sobreviviendo.&lt;br /&gt;Juzgando al por mayor,&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas mas y mas&lt;br /&gt;Del juicio que mas importa.&lt;br /&gt;Que es el juicio interior&lt;br /&gt;Que es el que hay que afrontar&lt;br /&gt;Siendo parte de esta torta&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-9129763640204475729?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9129763640204475729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9129763640204475729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/09/quien-le-vamos-tirar-una-pared-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SsQVUb6iYqI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0TtXhW78I9E/s72-c/DSCN5931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5747956508124601501</id><published>2009-09-27T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:25:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sr-R3QOx0sI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_a9CPp-gGQ0/s1600-h/DSCN6029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386184057794187970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sr-R3QOx0sI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_a9CPp-gGQ0/s320/DSCN6029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you&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/400735155342827537-5747956508124601501?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5747956508124601501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5747956508124601501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-become-so-numb-i-cant-feel-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sr-R3QOx0sI/AAAAAAAAAe4/_a9CPp-gGQ0/s72-c/DSCN6029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-9146507311261970595</id><published>2009-09-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:07:01.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SrrUC8j-TtI/AAAAAAAAAew/w4SpW6kVCKw/s1600-h/Abril+2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384849451556687570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SrrUC8j-TtI/AAAAAAAAAew/w4SpW6kVCKw/s320/Abril+2009+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cerca del nuevo fin: Tabú, fuego y Dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-9146507311261970595?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9146507311261970595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9146507311261970595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/09/cerca-del-nuevo-fin-tabu-fuego-y-dolor.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SrrUC8j-TtI/AAAAAAAAAew/w4SpW6kVCKw/s72-c/Abril+2009+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2140007814749651840</id><published>2009-09-10T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:13:59.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sql6CNWVkQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BV_I3zOr_lE/s1600-h/v2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379965408232444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sql6CNWVkQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BV_I3zOr_lE/s320/v2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Las &lt;strong&gt;cosas son&lt;/strong&gt; como &lt;strong&gt;dejamos que sean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2140007814749651840?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2140007814749651840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2140007814749651840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/09/las-cosas-son-como-dejamos-que-sean.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sql6CNWVkQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/BV_I3zOr_lE/s72-c/v2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2032571702341357116</id><published>2009-08-30T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:23:04.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SprRe0beyXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Ht-xzPzZ5SU/s1600-h/azul..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375839432620296562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SprRe0beyXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Ht-xzPzZ5SU/s320/azul..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¡Gira y da vueltas y rueda Girando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2032571702341357116?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2032571702341357116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2032571702341357116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/gira-y-da-vueltas-y-rueda-girando.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SprRe0beyXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Ht-xzPzZ5SU/s72-c/azul..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3320679167900371760</id><published>2009-08-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:40:11.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SpaoAhkYTQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DpvUolUAh-E/s1600-h/Imagen+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374667932277689602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SpaoAhkYTQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DpvUolUAh-E/s320/Imagen+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Con Alas de Oro , no se puede volvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3320679167900371760?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3320679167900371760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3320679167900371760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/con-alas-de-oro-no-se-puede-volvar.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SpaoAhkYTQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/DpvUolUAh-E/s72-c/Imagen+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-6618347703646851765</id><published>2009-08-26T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:18:35.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SpV8chmdIII/AAAAAAAAAdc/ACRvPceHZpM/s1600-h/DSCN5940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374338559834398850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SpV8chmdIII/AAAAAAAAAdc/ACRvPceHZpM/s320/DSCN5940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;va a ser mejor, que te levantes de una vez &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-6618347703646851765?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6618347703646851765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6618347703646851765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/y-va-ser-mejor-que-te-levantes-de-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SpV8chmdIII/AAAAAAAAAdc/ACRvPceHZpM/s72-c/DSCN5940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1395971271626125191</id><published>2009-08-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:06:08.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/So82JuH85XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/V9op9DhEkso/s1600-h/cdzf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372572421104395634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/So82JuH85XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/V9op9DhEkso/s320/cdzf.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;La única forma es; Hacer el viaje hasta donde estas &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tú&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1395971271626125191?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1395971271626125191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1395971271626125191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-unica-forma-es-hacer-el-viaje-hasta.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/So82JuH85XI/AAAAAAAAAdM/V9op9DhEkso/s72-c/cdzf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7652046104609561406</id><published>2009-08-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:06:04.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SotPzSx5QVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OgzRUrY14Es/s1600-h/DSCN5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371474723202482514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SotPzSx5QVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OgzRUrY14Es/s320/DSCN5927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dicen que hay, un mundo de tentaciones, también hay carameloscon forma de corazones.Dicen que hay, Bueno, malo, Dicen que hay mas o menos, Dicen que hay algo que tener,y no muchos tenemos...&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/400735155342827537-7652046104609561406?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7652046104609561406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7652046104609561406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/dicen-que-hay-un-mundo-de-tentaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SotPzSx5QVI/AAAAAAAAAdE/OgzRUrY14Es/s72-c/DSCN5927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7613328455346063018</id><published>2009-08-14T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:32:51.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoY0T_jSgvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wT1w1T3rp5U/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090812_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370037123767501554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoY0T_jSgvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wT1w1T3rp5U/s320/Snapshot_20090812_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gracias por provocarme sonrisas la mayoría de mis días.&lt;/span&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;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7613328455346063018?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7613328455346063018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7613328455346063018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/gracias-por-provocarme-sonrisas-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoY0T_jSgvI/AAAAAAAAAc0/wT1w1T3rp5U/s72-c/Snapshot_20090812_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3538845862699163001</id><published>2009-08-14T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:17:53.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoVxzX6WxcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YFMhL6U5X9Y/s1600-h/16062009170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369823258115229122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoVxzX6WxcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YFMhL6U5X9Y/s320/16062009170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can't Stop &lt;strong&gt;Feeling,&lt;/strong&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/400735155342827537-3538845862699163001?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3538845862699163001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3538845862699163001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-stop-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoVxzX6WxcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YFMhL6U5X9Y/s72-c/16062009170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3550799288278325074</id><published>2009-08-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:01:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoNz49c-_fI/AAAAAAAAAb8/J2qin_tQXvg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369262603161763314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoNz49c-_fI/AAAAAAAAAb8/J2qin_tQXvg/s320/Snapshot_20090812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¡TAKE ME OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3550799288278325074?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3550799288278325074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3550799288278325074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-me-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoNz49c-_fI/AAAAAAAAAb8/J2qin_tQXvg/s72-c/Snapshot_20090812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-6670816294573073071</id><published>2009-08-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:09:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoIOcaapYvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xrkrSduIQ50/s1600-h/5574_1190576169293_1375023750_30539462_5984410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368869587069264626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoIOcaapYvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xrkrSduIQ50/s320/5574_1190576169293_1375023750_30539462_5984410_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por los que &lt;strong&gt;pueden&lt;/strong&gt; o &lt;em&gt;deben &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-6670816294573073071?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6670816294573073071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6670816294573073071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-los-que-puede-o-debe.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoIOcaapYvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xrkrSduIQ50/s72-c/5574_1190576169293_1375023750_30539462_5984410_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7479732044508272454</id><published>2009-08-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:54:12.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoA0FhesrKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8fUM15bPzIY/s1600-h/pussas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368348025316748450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoA0FhesrKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8fUM15bPzIY/s320/pussas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tortas con merca y un chumbo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7479732044508272454?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7479732044508272454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7479732044508272454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/tortas-con-merca-y-un-chumbo.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoA0FhesrKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8fUM15bPzIY/s72-c/pussas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8183498869987348342</id><published>2009-08-08T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:55:52.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sn4eYtmvX2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/pyhrKi7DxhU/s1600-h/1226016481736_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367761215779987298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sn4eYtmvX2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/pyhrKi7DxhU/s320/1226016481736_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE SHOULD &lt;strong&gt;SUFFER IN SILENCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8183498869987348342?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8183498869987348342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8183498869987348342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sn4eYtmvX2I/AAAAAAAAAbM/pyhrKi7DxhU/s72-c/1226016481736_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2484047475364819222</id><published>2009-08-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:52:39.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sn4dZyeIhxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uIanVnWN58Q/s1600-h/Imagen+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367760134754305810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sn4dZyeIhxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uIanVnWN58Q/s320/Imagen+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; te dejes llevar por lo que quieres en el momento, y &lt;strong&gt;dejes a un lado lo que has querido siempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2484047475364819222?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2484047475364819222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2484047475364819222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-te-dejes-llevar-por-lo-que-quieres.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sn4dZyeIhxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/uIanVnWN58Q/s72-c/Imagen+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2979147167619837153</id><published>2009-08-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:10:33.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Snzshj3Aa1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/09RXxlWLi7o/s1600-h/5574_1190591769683_1375023750_30539543_4091276_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367424917224581970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Snzshj3Aa1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/09RXxlWLi7o/s320/5574_1190591769683_1375023750_30539543_4091276_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..There's something wrong with me chemicallySomething wrong with me inherentlyThe wrong mix in the wrong genes..&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/400735155342827537-2979147167619837153?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2979147167619837153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2979147167619837153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Snzshj3Aa1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/09RXxlWLi7o/s72-c/5574_1190591769683_1375023750_30539543_4091276_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5092122094707628974</id><published>2009-08-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:04:32.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SneIR-Y38FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SGXsjMXaoT4/s1600-h/1249261301807_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365907323421716562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SneIR-Y38FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SGXsjMXaoT4/s320/1249261301807_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me preguntaba lo que habia dado y lo que me habían dejado, me respondieron que&lt;strong&gt; en la vida hay que aceptar.&lt;/strong&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/400735155342827537-5092122094707628974?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5092122094707628974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5092122094707628974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-preguntaba-lo-que-habia-dado-y-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SneIR-Y38FI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SGXsjMXaoT4/s72-c/1249261301807_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5530499440830430725</id><published>2009-08-02T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:25:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnXL8y5ZuvI/AAAAAAAAAas/aqrCvRcoKS4/s1600-h/Imagen+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418776396937970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnXL8y5ZuvI/AAAAAAAAAas/aqrCvRcoKS4/s320/Imagen+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sin ¡seguridad! ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; no hay vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5530499440830430725?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5530499440830430725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5530499440830430725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-seguridad-no-hay-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnXL8y5ZuvI/AAAAAAAAAas/aqrCvRcoKS4/s72-c/Imagen+282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-4398363752549744615</id><published>2009-07-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:46:06.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnI-bYQvX9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zvl9CJaO-wI/s1600-h/azul..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364418746241736658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnI-bYQvX9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zvl9CJaO-wI/s320/azul..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Algunos nos pueden ver algunos nos pueden oir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pero todos nos van a sentir !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-4398363752549744615?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4398363752549744615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4398363752549744615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/algunos-nos-pueden-ver-algunos-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnI-bYQvX9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zvl9CJaO-wI/s72-c/azul..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3463829997486896063</id><published>2009-07-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:27:47.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnETGEkbIGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FyHGOzXDRFU/s1600-h/AJAJAJAJJAJAAJAJJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364089626201628770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnETGEkbIGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FyHGOzXDRFU/s320/AJAJAJAJJAJAAJAJJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE MASTER KNOWS ALL EXCEPT COMBINATION TO SAFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3463829997486896063?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3463829997486896063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3463829997486896063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/master-knows-all-except-combination-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SnETGEkbIGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/FyHGOzXDRFU/s72-c/AJAJAJAJJAJAAJAJJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-4989244941512367618</id><published>2009-07-28T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:03:40.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sm9LJxNWHrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Sgzm7jwt5Bc/s1600-h/DSCN5802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363588312421768882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sm9LJxNWHrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Sgzm7jwt5Bc/s320/DSCN5802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I ever wanted , all i ever needed is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Words are very unnesesary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEY CAN ONLY &lt;em&gt;DO HARM&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-4989244941512367618?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4989244941512367618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4989244941512367618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-i-ever-wanted-all-i-ever-needed-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sm9LJxNWHrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Sgzm7jwt5Bc/s72-c/DSCN5802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5017591476705921816</id><published>2009-07-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:40:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sm6N4qk7RaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RxpJhvLa4Vg/s1600-h/VOL2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363380210886198690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sm6N4qk7RaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RxpJhvLa4Vg/s320/VOL2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi propia realidad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;observada por, creada por, tentada por , controlada por,justificada por, mirada por, criticada por, maldecida por, admirada por.La creo yo , la miras tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;modificada por acciones y reacciones, motivos discusiones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pensamientos. + y + y+.La mas confiableobjetivamente.&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/400735155342827537-5017591476705921816?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5017591476705921816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5017591476705921816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-propia-realidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sm6N4qk7RaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RxpJhvLa4Vg/s72-c/VOL2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3277708137253029737</id><published>2009-07-25T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:47:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmvRUEuep5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/bJiNNARDxOs/s1600-h/DSCN5799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362609924110985106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmvRUEuep5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/bJiNNARDxOs/s320/DSCN5799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now you're standing there &lt;strong&gt;tongue tied&lt;/strong&gt; You'd better&lt;strong&gt; learn your lesson well&lt;/strong&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/400735155342827537-3277708137253029737?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3277708137253029737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3277708137253029737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-youre-standing-there-tongue-tied.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmvRUEuep5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/bJiNNARDxOs/s72-c/DSCN5799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-4256445055294108431</id><published>2009-07-24T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:37:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmqLC3X6RyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_GE5ef79BkQ/s1600-h/07072009201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362251187678234402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmqLC3X6RyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_GE5ef79BkQ/s320/07072009201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;La visión sin acción es como soñar despierto. La acción sin una visión es una pesadilla.&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/400735155342827537-4256445055294108431?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4256445055294108431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4256445055294108431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-vision-sin-accion-es-como-sonar.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmqLC3X6RyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_GE5ef79BkQ/s72-c/07072009201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7950404972299830438</id><published>2009-07-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:10:12.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmpaktjF52I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Wg2xSzwev9A/s1600-h/07072009205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362197893086570338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmpaktjF52I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Wg2xSzwev9A/s320/07072009205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I USED TO ROLL THE DICE; &lt;strong&gt;FEEL THE FEAR IN MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENEMYS EYES"  -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7950404972299830438?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7950404972299830438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7950404972299830438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-used-to-roll-dice-feel-fear-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmpaktjF52I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Wg2xSzwev9A/s72-c/07072009205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-378015327303160920</id><published>2009-07-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:14:01.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmX3VWBM8VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eAHDqX74Sy8/s1600-h/escanear0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360962877514379602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmX3VWBM8VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eAHDqX74Sy8/s320/escanear0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-378015327303160920?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/378015327303160920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/378015327303160920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SmX3VWBM8VI/AAAAAAAAAZE/eAHDqX74Sy8/s72-c/escanear0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2364724847649124965</id><published>2009-07-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:52:52.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Influencia! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Puedo ver y decir Puedo ver y decir y sentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Algo ha cambiado Para mi no es extraño Yo no voy..a correr Yo no voy a correr ni a escapar De mi destino Yo no pienso en peligros Si fue hecho para mi Lo tengo que saber Pero es muy difícil ver &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Algo controla mi ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; En el fondo..de mi En el fondo de mi veo temor Y veo sospecha Con mi fascinación nueva Yo no se..bien que es Yo no se bien que es vos dirás Son &lt;strong&gt;intuiciones Verdaderas alertas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Debo &lt;strong&gt;confiar en mi&lt;/strong&gt; Lo tengo que saber&lt;/span&gt; Pero &lt;em&gt;es muy difícil ver Si algo controla mi ser&lt;/em&gt; Puedo ver y decir y sentir Mi mente dormir bajo tu influencia &lt;a href="http://www.sitiodeletras.com/mostrar.php?lid=5704&amp;amp;artista=Charly%20Garc%EDa&amp;amp;titulo=Influencia"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Influencia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu&lt;/strong&gt; influencia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Tu tu tu La la la Una parte de mi Una parte de mi dice Stop!( pero la otra dice fuiste fuiste) Fuiste muy lejos No puedo contenerlo Trato de..resistir Trato de resistir y al final No es un problema Que placer esta pena Si yo fuera otro ser No lo podría entender Pero es muy difícil ver Si algo controla mi ser &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Puedo ver y sentir y decir Mi vida dormir Esta extraña influencia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Influencia... Puedo ver y decir y sentir Mi vida dormirse bajo tu influencia Influencia... Esta extraña influencia.. Esta &lt;strong&gt;extraña influencia&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2364724847649124965?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2364724847649124965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2364724847649124965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/influencia-puedo-ver-y-decir-puedo-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-9119443644221377259</id><published>2009-07-14T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:16:45.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Slwv36vwD0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YUgOO_ERQRs/s1600-h/Abril+2009+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358210294372896578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Slwv36vwD0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YUgOO_ERQRs/s320/Abril+2009+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca pinto sueños o pesadillas. Pinto mi propia realidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-9119443644221377259?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9119443644221377259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9119443644221377259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-pinto-suenos-o-pesadillas.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Slwv36vwD0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YUgOO_ERQRs/s72-c/Abril+2009+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1091395187159079526</id><published>2009-07-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:10:54.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlwvX_Us1xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vS9E5yt9b04/s1600-h/23062009180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358209745845802770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlwvX_Us1xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vS9E5yt9b04/s320/23062009180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a delfina le creció el pelo (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1091395187159079526?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1091395187159079526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1091395187159079526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/delfina-le-crecio-el-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlwvX_Us1xI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vS9E5yt9b04/s72-c/23062009180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-575730676981506524</id><published>2009-07-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:18:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SllVUiRJs7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/oh7Jtf812og/s1600-h/5153_1123903591861_1655250595_310064_607685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357407043018404786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SllVUiRJs7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/oh7Jtf812og/s320/5153_1123903591861_1655250595_310064_607685_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lo importante no es haber caído nunca, sino levantarnos cada vez que caemos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-575730676981506524?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/575730676981506524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/575730676981506524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-importante-no-es-haber-caido-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SllVUiRJs7I/AAAAAAAAAX0/oh7Jtf812og/s72-c/5153_1123903591861_1655250595_310064_607685_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7566398659670971805</id><published>2009-07-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:05:44.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlgBQUF2xhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Za6pcVDQ8tE/s1600-h/eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357033136540010002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlgBQUF2xhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Za6pcVDQ8tE/s320/eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La resignación es el suicidio cotidiano"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7566398659670971805?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7566398659670971805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7566398659670971805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-resignacion-es-el-suicidio-cotidiano.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlgBQUF2xhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Za6pcVDQ8tE/s72-c/eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7714592520441216909</id><published>2009-07-10T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:25:08.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlbsBdanSUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TK5ENU7bnNw/s1600-h/Abril+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356728316624062786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlbsBdanSUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TK5ENU7bnNw/s320/Abril+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Esa necesidad de olvidar su yo en la carne extraña, es lo que el hombre llama noblemente necesidad de amar "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7714592520441216909?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7714592520441216909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7714592520441216909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/esa-necesidad-de-olvidar-su-yo-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlbsBdanSUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TK5ENU7bnNw/s72-c/Abril+2009+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1791512177069728370</id><published>2009-07-06T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:49:34.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlJnM2hDgbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t8fqOh-ZmSE/s1600-h/a11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456377387188658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlJnM2hDgbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t8fqOh-ZmSE/s320/a11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El &lt;strong&gt;pasado&lt;/strong&gt; es &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;historia&lt;/span&gt; , el &lt;strong&gt;futuro&lt;/strong&gt; es un &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;misterio&lt;/span&gt;, el &lt;strong&gt;presente &lt;/strong&gt;es un&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;regalo&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/400735155342827537-1791512177069728370?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1791512177069728370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1791512177069728370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-pasado-es-historia-el-futuro-es-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SlJnM2hDgbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t8fqOh-ZmSE/s72-c/a11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5971126805239590576</id><published>2009-07-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:51:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sk_buOv_jwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ISEzQ-LujpU/s1600-h/23062009192v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354740069246668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sk_buOv_jwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ISEzQ-LujpU/s320/23062009192v3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vida &lt;/strong&gt;no es &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;color de rosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;color de negro sino, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&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/400735155342827537-5971126805239590576?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5971126805239590576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5971126805239590576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-vida-no-es-color-de-rosa-ni-color-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sk_buOv_jwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ISEzQ-LujpU/s72-c/23062009192v3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-871158999623531962</id><published>2009-06-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:07:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkogSAWLtTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pMvNF5qYXxk/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353126600786031922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkogSAWLtTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pMvNF5qYXxk/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm through with standing in line to clubs we'll never get in It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna winThis life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to beI want a brand new house on an episode of CribsAnd a bathroom I can play baseball inAnd a king size tub big enough for ten plus meI'll need a credit card that's got no limitAnd a big black jet with a bedroom in itGonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feetI want a new tour bus full of old guitarsMy own star on Hollywood BoulevardSomewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for meI'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair and change my name[CHORUS]&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; movie stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Every good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; digger's &lt;strong&gt;Gonna&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wind up&lt;/span&gt; there Every &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Playboy bunny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With her bleach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; Elvis &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;without the tassels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up&lt;/span&gt; assholesSign a couple autographs So I can eat my meals for freeI think I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna trade this life For fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair And change my name &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eatAnd we'll hang out in the coolest barsIn the VIP with the movie starsEvery good gold digger's Gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny With her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;bleach blond hairAnd we'll hide out in the private roomsWith the latest dictionary and today's who's whoThey'll get you anything with that evil smileEverybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstarHey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censorsGonna pop my pills from a pez dispenserWhen they ask why I drink all day I'll say because I canI'll get washed-up singers writing all my songsLip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrongThen listen to the fans tell me how damn good I amI'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fameI'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Rockstar - Nickelback)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-871158999623531962?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/871158999623531962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/871158999623531962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-through-with-standing-in-line-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkogSAWLtTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pMvNF5qYXxk/s72-c/DSC00604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-581179460861427082</id><published>2009-06-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:45:02.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkgqGoVtm8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/25vr5my-46I/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352574450525903810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkgqGoVtm8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/25vr5my-46I/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ada persona es un Universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-581179460861427082?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/581179460861427082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/581179460861427082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/c-ada-persona-es-un-universo.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkgqGoVtm8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/25vr5my-46I/s72-c/DSC00608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-6953331778694443296</id><published>2009-06-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:34:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkRAPFbtrtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2SasU7bcIz4/s1600-h/Abril+2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351472885123624658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkRAPFbtrtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2SasU7bcIz4/s320/Abril+2009+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Me estás consumiendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me estás malgastando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Me estas desesperando y yo, me arrodillo por vos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me estás confundiendo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Me estás caminando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Y estás resecando&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ay Señor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;amanecer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;del otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; lado ver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pero&lt;/strong&gt; que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;alguien se quede aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;saber&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;si yo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sigo vivo&lt;/span&gt; Por eso quiero ver amanecer, Pero del otro lado ver amanecerPero que alguien se quede aquí para sabersi yo sigo vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tengo el alma escapada, la conciencia mareada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;mi vida esta tan cansada&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;de buscar tu perdón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengo volando muy bajo, buscando algún claro donde descansar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Es que me vengo bandeando, me estoy &lt;strong&gt;cayendo de tanto esperar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cielo bonito &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devuelve mi&lt;/strong&gt; alma&lt;/span&gt;, Cielito yo te pido&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; otra oportunidad cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;no me hundas&lt;/span&gt;, no me desmorones Cielito &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;no me dejes sin saber la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Escape de mi casa, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;escape de mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;,Pero nadie se escapa de tu mano Señor. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Padre Nuestro - Los Fabulosos Cadillacs)&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/400735155342827537-6953331778694443296?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6953331778694443296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6953331778694443296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-estas-consumiendo-me-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkRAPFbtrtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2SasU7bcIz4/s72-c/Abril+2009+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3286205406753179674</id><published>2009-06-22T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:19:46.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkAeOx42a3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/onYDUKJvBT8/s1600-h/vol2de487837284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350309596574935922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkAeOx42a3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/onYDUKJvBT8/s320/vol2de487837284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quiero ver quiero ver tu &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;risa&lt;/span&gt; todo el día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;escuchar la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;melodia de tu voz&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;quisiera ser el brillo de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;el peine que desnuda tu esplendor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;la esquina que te ve cuando caminas  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quiero ver&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tu risa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;todo el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;escuchar la melodia de tu voz&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;quisiera ser el brillo de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;el peine que desnuda tu esplendor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;la esquina que te ve cuando caminas&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;La forma de tus labios  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sitiodeletras.com/mostrar.php?lid=27313&amp;amp;artista=Cafe%20Tacuba&amp;amp;titulo=Quiero%20ver"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;y quiero&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ser tu último dolor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;te pido que me cures esta herida&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yo se muy bien que no es tu &lt;em&gt;obligación&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; tan solo si amortiguas mi caida  será mi salvación&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prometo intentar no hacerte daño&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;prometo darte todo lo que yo  prometo regalarte sin reparo mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Prometo intentar no hacerte daño  prometo darte todo lo que yo  prometo regalarte sin reparo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Quiero Ver - Café Tacvba)&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/400735155342827537-3286205406753179674?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3286205406753179674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3286205406753179674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiero-ver-quiero-ver-tu-risa-todo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SkAeOx42a3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/onYDUKJvBT8/s72-c/vol2de487837284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5689283841256682800</id><published>2009-06-21T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:38:43.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sj7wNaKo1nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FJc5L4Avac4/s1600-h/16062009170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349977520515634802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sj7wNaKo1nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FJc5L4Avac4/s320/16062009170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&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/400735155342827537-5689283841256682800?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5689283841256682800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5689283841256682800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-el-futbol-no-pare-no-pare-no-que-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sj7wNaKo1nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FJc5L4Avac4/s72-c/16062009170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2283573176093646466</id><published>2009-06-20T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:43:03.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sj3WRVcnvpI/AAAAAAAAATs/et66qg-H2_I/s1600-h/610x__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349667525689327250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sj3WRVcnvpI/AAAAAAAAATs/et66qg-H2_I/s320/610x__.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2283573176093646466?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2283573176093646466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2283573176093646466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sj3WRVcnvpI/AAAAAAAAATs/et66qg-H2_I/s72-c/610x__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-6065974841594639774</id><published>2009-06-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:02:45.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjvghT_k1NI/AAAAAAAAATk/zWrHNSfCN1g/s1600-h/16062009108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349115845339829458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjvghT_k1NI/AAAAAAAAATk/zWrHNSfCN1g/s320/16062009108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODO&lt;/strong&gt; T&lt;em&gt;ODO&lt;/em&gt; TODO TOD&lt;em&gt;ITO&lt;/em&gt; TODO TO TO TODITO TODO TODO TIDO TOTOTO TODITO TODO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; QUE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMPIEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; SE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TIENE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;QUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ACA&lt;/span&gt;BAR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-6065974841594639774?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6065974841594639774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6065974841594639774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/todo-t-odo-todo-tod-ito-todo-to-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjvghT_k1NI/AAAAAAAAATk/zWrHNSfCN1g/s72-c/16062009108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7931790533002009527</id><published>2009-06-17T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:03:28.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjnI-fFwPoI/AAAAAAAAATU/Cl6EajfBdu0/s1600-h/00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348527008302251650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjnI-fFwPoI/AAAAAAAAATU/Cl6EajfBdu0/s320/00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ingrataaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No me digas que me quieres.No me digas que me adoras,que me amas, que me extrañas,que ya no te creo nada.Ingrata.¿Qué no ves que estoy sufriendo?Por favor hoy no me digas que sin mi te estás muriendo que tus lágrimas son falsas. Ingrata. No me digas que me adoras. Se te nota que en tus labios ya no hay nada que tu puedas ofrecer a esta boca. Por eso ahora yo sé que veniste porque te acuerdas de mi cariño.Por eso ahora que estoy tan triste no quiero que nadie me mire sufrir. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; oy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;, ingrataaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;,no me digas que &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me quieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Tu desprecias mis palabras y mis b&lt;em&gt;esos&lt;/em&gt;, los que &lt;em&gt;alguna vez hicieron que&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soñaras&lt;/strong&gt;.In&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;grata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No te olvides&lt;/strong&gt; que&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; si quiero&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;pues&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;si puedo&lt;/span&gt; hacerte daño&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; sólo falta&lt;/span&gt; que yo quieralastimarte y humillarte.Ingrata Aunque quieras tu dejarme,&lt;strong&gt;los recuerdos de esos días,de las noches tan obscuras,tu jamás podrás borrarte&lt;/strong&gt;.No me digas que me quieres.que me adoras, que me extrañas,que ya no te creo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAdaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Por eso ahora yo sé que veniste porque te acuerdas de mi cariño.Y no me importa si lloro un  ese poquito será por tu amor.&lt;strong&gt;No vengas para pedirme que tenga compasión de ti.Si vienes luego a decirmeque quieres estar lejos de mi.Te pido que no regresessi no es para darme un poquito de amor.Te pido y te lo suplicopor el cariño que un día nos unió.&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;INNGRATAAAAAAA&lt;/strong&gt;.No me digas que me quieres.No me digas que me adoras,que me amas, que me extrañas,que ya no te creo nada.Ingrata.¿Qué no ves que estoy sufriendo?Por favor hoy no me digasque sin mi te estás muriendoque tus lágrimas son falsas.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tu desprecias mis palabrasy mis besos,pues si quiero hacerte dañosólo falta que yo quiera lastimartey humillarteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ingrata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,aunque quieras tu dejarme,&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;los recuerdos de esos días,de &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;las noches tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;obscuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,tu jamás podrás borrarte&lt;/span&gt;.Por eso ahora tendré que obsequiarte un par de balazos, pa' que te duela.Y aunque estoy triste por ya no tenerte &lt;strong&gt;voy a estar contigo&lt;/strong&gt; en tu funeral. (Ingrata - Café Tacuba)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7931790533002009527?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7931790533002009527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7931790533002009527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/ingrataaaaaaaaaaaa-no-me-digas-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjnI-fFwPoI/AAAAAAAAATU/Cl6EajfBdu0/s72-c/00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-198977789768025301</id><published>2009-06-17T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:39:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sjk21dSEJII/AAAAAAAAATM/yBBOwIAEuJg/s1600-h/16062009159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348366324500538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sjk21dSEJII/AAAAAAAAATM/yBBOwIAEuJg/s320/16062009159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We don't need no education&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We dont need no thought control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sarcasm in the classroom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teachers leave them kids alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All in all it's just another brick in the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We don't need no educationWe dont need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave them kids aloneHey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!All in all it's just another brick in the wall.All in all you're just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong, Do it again!""If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can youhave any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?""You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; (Another Brick in the wall - Pink Floyd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-198977789768025301?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/198977789768025301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/198977789768025301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-dont-need-no-education-we-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sjk21dSEJII/AAAAAAAAATM/yBBOwIAEuJg/s72-c/16062009159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1678908114661094740</id><published>2009-06-16T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:42:50.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjgCNv6tw-I/AAAAAAAAASk/jcjqAqXWVQ4/s1600-h/16062009160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348026992726754274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjgCNv6tw-I/AAAAAAAAASk/jcjqAqXWVQ4/s320/16062009160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un señuelo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hay algo oculto en cada sensación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ella parece &lt;em&gt;sospechar,&lt;/em&gt; parece &lt;em&gt;percibir&lt;/em&gt; En mi debilidad &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Los vestigios de una hoguera&lt;/span&gt; Oh mi corazón se vuelve delator Traicionandome Por descuido, &lt;em&gt;fui victima&lt;/em&gt; de todo alguna vez ella lo puede percibir, ya nada puede impedir En mi fragilidad, &lt;strong&gt;es el curso de las cosas&lt;/strong&gt; Hoy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi corazon se vuelve delator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Se abren mis esposas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un suave látigo, una premonición Dibujan llagas en las manos Un dulce pálpito, la clave intima Se van cayendo de mis labios&lt;/span&gt; Un señuelo Hay algo oculto en cada sensacion Ella parece sospechar, parece percibir En mi , que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aquel &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;un oceano de fuego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh mi corazón se vuelve delator La fiebre volverá, De nuevo Un suave látigo, una premonición Dibujan llagas en las manos Un dulce pálpito, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;la clave íntima Se van cayendo de mis labios Como un &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mantra&lt;/span&gt; De mis &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;labios &lt;/span&gt;De mis labios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Corazón Delator - Soda Stereo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1678908114661094740?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1678908114661094740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1678908114661094740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-senuelo-hay-algo-oculto-en-cada.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjgCNv6tw-I/AAAAAAAAASk/jcjqAqXWVQ4/s72-c/16062009160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-6911819717422327974</id><published>2009-06-15T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:09:08.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjacHctIC5I/AAAAAAAAASc/fqERXDJxnG8/s1600-h/IMGP4597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633259327523730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjacHctIC5I/AAAAAAAAASc/fqERXDJxnG8/s320/IMGP4597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame joyas de ahogadasDos pesebresUna cola de caballo y una manía de modistaDespués perdónameNo tengo tiempo de respirarSoy un destinoLa construcción solar me ha retenido hasta ahoraY ahora sólo tengo que dejarme morirPide el baremoAl trote con el puño cerrado sobre mi cabeza que suenaUn fanal en donde se abre una mirada amarillaTambién se abre el sentimientoPero las princesas se agarran al aire puroTengo necesidad de orgulloY de algunas gotas comunesPara calentar la marmita de las flores enmohecidasAl pie de la escaleraDivino pensamiento en el cristal estrellado del cielo azulLa expresión de las bañistas es la muerte del loboTenme por amigaLa amiga de los hogueras y los huronesTe mira en dos vecesLee tus penasMi remo de palisandro hace cantar tus cabellos…&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joyas ahogadas&lt;/span&gt; ( poema) - André Bretón)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-6911819717422327974?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6911819717422327974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/6911819717422327974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/dame-joyas-de-ahogadasdos-pesebresuna.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjacHctIC5I/AAAAAAAAASc/fqERXDJxnG8/s72-c/IMGP4597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8077567238855820455</id><published>2009-06-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:36:57.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjXPE_XnJ4I/AAAAAAAAASU/e7NpEKosqwg/s1600-h/n1655250595_94576_9431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347407817209227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjXPE_XnJ4I/AAAAAAAAASU/e7NpEKosqwg/s320/n1655250595_94576_9431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear what you were saying &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live on&lt;/strong&gt; raw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I answer questions, never maybeAnd I'm not kind if you betray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; So who the hell are you to say weI never would have made it, babeIf you needed loveWell then ask for loveCould have given love?Now I'm taking loveAnd it's not my faultCause you both deserveWhat's coming nowSo don't say a wordWake up callCaught you in the morning with another one in my bedDon't you care about me anymore?Don't care about me? I don't think so!Six foot tall...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead!&lt;/span&gt;He won't come around here anymore. Come around here?&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't think so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Would have bled to make you happyYou didn't need to treat me that wayAnd now you beat me at my own gameAnd now I find you sleeping soundlyAnd your lover's screaming loudlyI hear a sound and hit the groundIf you needed loveWell then ask for loveCould have given love?Now I'm taking loveAnd it's not my faultCause you both deserveWhat's coming nowSo don't say a wordWake up callCaught you in the morning with another one in my bedDon't you care about me anymore?Don't care about me? I don't think so!Six foot tall...Came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead!He won't come around here anymore.Come around here? I don't feel so bad...I'm so sorry darlingDid I do the wrong thing?Oh, what was I thinking?Is his heart still beating?Woah oh ohhWake up callCaught you in the morning with another one in my bedDon't you care about me anymore?Don't care about me? I don't think so!Six foot tall...Came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead!He won't come around here anymore.Come around here? I don't feel so bad...Wake up callCaught you in the morning with another one in my bedDon't you care about me anymore?Don't care about me? I don't think so!Six foot tall...Came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead!He won't come around here anymore.Come around here?I don't feel so bad (Wake up call!)I don't feel so bad (Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed)I don't feel so bad (Don't you care about me anymore?)Care about me? I don't feel so bad.Wake up callCaught you in the morning with another one in my bedDon't you care about me anymore? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Wake up call - Maroon 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8077567238855820455?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8077567238855820455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8077567238855820455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-hear-what-you-were-saying-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjXPE_XnJ4I/AAAAAAAAASU/e7NpEKosqwg/s72-c/n1655250595_94576_9431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1809394552986486059</id><published>2009-06-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:33:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjXO4OjI2II/AAAAAAAAASM/NOi5EDPHmWc/s1600-h/MusicianEmma_Cohen_55113948emmanuelL).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347407597945804930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjXO4OjI2II/AAAAAAAAASM/NOi5EDPHmWc/s320/MusicianEmma_Cohen_55113948emmanuelL).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;em&gt;ememememememe ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1809394552986486059?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1809394552986486059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1809394552986486059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/m-ememememememe.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjXO4OjI2II/AAAAAAAAASM/NOi5EDPHmWc/s72-c/MusicianEmma_Cohen_55113948emmanuelL).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2487271900237403201</id><published>2009-06-14T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T09:17:38.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjUiiTY7hFI/AAAAAAAAARY/H9Bqm_mkvG8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090614_35v2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347218105288066130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjUiiTY7hFI/AAAAAAAAARY/H9Bqm_mkvG8/s320/Snapshot_20090614_35v2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Striking at mental apparitions &lt;em&gt;Like a drunk on a vacant street&lt;/em&gt; Silently beset by the hands of time Indelicate in its furyAn aberrant crack as skeletons yield To unrelenting gravity While viruses prowl for helpless victims Who succumb rapidly (Tell me!) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; where is the love?&lt;/span&gt; In a careless creation When there’s no “above” There’s no justice Just a cause and a cureAnd a bounty of suffering It seems we all endure And what I’m frightened of Is that they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;God’s love&lt;/em&gt;” Twisted torment, make-believeThere’s a truth and we all submit “Believe my eyes,” my brain compliesTo all that they interpret [Chorus]I know there’s no reason for alarm But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm We can change our minds; there’s a better prize But first you’ve got to… [Chorus]They call it God’s love My pain is God’s love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(God's Love - Bad Religion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2487271900237403201?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2487271900237403201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2487271900237403201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/striking-at-mental-apparitions-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjUiiTY7hFI/AAAAAAAAARY/H9Bqm_mkvG8/s72-c/Snapshot_20090614_35v2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3321587155735361204</id><published>2009-06-12T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:36:01.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjMsUGGAMwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NyDM6j9dd_w/s1600-h/Imagen+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346665906363708162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjMsUGGAMwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NyDM6j9dd_w/s320/Imagen+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trompeta Trompetini Truffoni Delfina Truffa Chufa Chufoni Ratoun OH la´lá l'ratoun Camello Bitch cosa larga gorda patita isis tana infinita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3321587155735361204?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3321587155735361204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3321587155735361204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/trompeta-trompetini-truffoni-delfina.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjMsUGGAMwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/NyDM6j9dd_w/s72-c/Imagen+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7165302139369247438</id><published>2009-06-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:33:01.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjHVdoJCPXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1XQjzmrPKEQ/s1600-h/Abril+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346288937633725810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjHVdoJCPXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1XQjzmrPKEQ/s320/Abril+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me siento un marciano. me siento muy diferente. cada vez entiendo menos a la gente, seré yo por un lado sí, yo soy diferente, me siento diferente y no me gusta mi entorno.Es la verdad, y cada vez me siento peor, lo unico que veo son clichés, frivolidad,superficialidad,una amistad inexistente al aire, deseo por ser como el otro( en vez de idolatrarlo tirarlo abajo), alimento exesivo del ego,sin compromisos, no hay codigos. Ellos solo aceptan gente igual sino no hay comodidad, saben que? no están tan equivocados. Para tener una buena relación debe existir una conecxión, ES ASÍ. es cruel muy preciso muy hostil no podes fingir tarde o temprano eso se acaba.Una sola sabe si es así. podes tener colores de camisetas diferentes pero por abajo de la camiseta la conexion es fuerte y se identifican y tienen igualdad.No voy a cambiar como soy; yo me quiero y&lt;strong&gt; así seguiré. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; me &lt;strong&gt;importa que corriente sigan los demás la gente quiere lo standar.pero en realidad y su naturaleza humana busca distinguirse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero encontrar a alguien parecido a mi. con quien sentir una conexion. hasta cuando cai en cuentos santimentales de disney nunca la tuve. Me siento muy sola. tengo gente alrededor (No está demas recordar la frase " la gente hace lo que puede(mayormente ,nada) "&lt;br /&gt;odio esta sensación fea y horrible basta basta basta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7165302139369247438?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7165302139369247438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7165302139369247438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-siento-un-marciano.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjHVdoJCPXI/AAAAAAAAAQg/1XQjzmrPKEQ/s72-c/Abril+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1080194128262064913</id><published>2009-06-10T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:51:04.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjCLRWq7-nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VGdJgOEmyWs/s1600-h/1204035694_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345925887948487282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjCLRWq7-nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VGdJgOEmyWs/s320/1204035694_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YOU USED TO GET IT IN YOUR FISHNETS NOW YOU ONLY GET IT IN YOUR NIGHT DRESS DISCARDED ALL THE NAUGHTY NIGHTS FOR NICENESS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LANDED IN A VERY COMMON CRISIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING´S IN ORDER&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IN A BLACK HOLE NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; SEEMS AS PRETTY AS THE PAST THOUGHTHAT BLOODY MARY´S LACKING A TABASCOREMEMBER WHEN HE USED TO BE A RASCAL?OH THAT BOY´S A SLAGTHE BEST YOU EVER HAD &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST YOU EVER HAD JUST A MEMORY AND THOSE DREAMS NOT AS DAFT AS THEY  SEEM AS DAFT AS THEY SEE&lt;/strong&gt;MMY LOVE WHEN YOU DREAM THEM UP...FLICKING THROUGH A LITTLE BOOK OF SEX  &lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER &lt;/strong&gt;WHEN THE BOYS WERE ALL ELECTRIC?NOW WHEN SHE TELLS SHE´S GONNA GET ITI´M GUESSING THAT SHE´D RATHER JUST FORGET &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ICLINGING TO NOT GETTING SENTIMENTAL&lt;/span&gt; SAID SHE WASN´T GOING BUT SHE WENT STILLLIKES HER GENTLEMEN TO NOT BE GENTLE &lt;strong&gt;WAS IT A MEGADOBBER OR A BETTING PENCIL?&lt;/strong&gt;OH THAT BOY´S A ,THE BEST YOU EVER HADTHE BEST YOU EVER HADIS JUST A MEMORY AND THOSE DREAMSWEREN´T AS DAFT AS THEY SEEM NOT AS DAFT AS THEY SEEMMY LOVE WHEN YOU DREAM THEM UPOH, WHERE DID YOU GO?WHERE DID YOU GO?WHERE DID YOU GO? WOAH.FALLING ABOUT YOU TOOK A LEFT OFF LAST LAUGH LANEYOU JUST SOUNDED IT OUTYOU´RE NOT COMING BACK AGAIN.FALLING ABOUTYOU TOOK A LEFT OFF LAST LAUGH LANEYOU JUST SOUNDED IT OUT YOU´RE NOT COMING &lt;em&gt;BACK AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;.YOU USED TO GET IT IN YOUR FISHNETS NOW YOU ONLY GET IT IN YOUR NIGHT DRESSSTARTED ALL THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAUGHTY NIGHTS&lt;/span&gt; WITH NICENESSLANDED IN A VERY COMMON CRISISEVERYTHING´S IN ORDER IN A BLACK HOLEEVERYTHING WAS PRETTY IN THE PAST THOUGHTHAT BLOODY MARY´S LACKING IN TABASCOREMEMBER WHEN HE USED TO BE A RASCAL? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1080194128262064913?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1080194128262064913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1080194128262064913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-used-to-get-it-in-your-fishnets-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SjCLRWq7-nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VGdJgOEmyWs/s72-c/1204035694_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2846899403620634556</id><published>2009-06-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:34:21.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si8a7GzZMXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DicpfwOb3Oc/s1600-h/Abril+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345520885452845426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si8a7GzZMXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DicpfwOb3Oc/s320/Abril+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aha, ahaStupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girlsMaybe if I act like that, that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlGo to Fred Segal, you'll find them thereLaughing loud so all the little people stareLooking for a daddy to pay for the champagne(Drop a name)What happened to the dreams of a girl presidentShe's dancing in the video next to 50 CentThey travel in packs of two or threeWith their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny teesWhere, oh where, have the smart people gone?Oh where, oh where could they be?Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlBaby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair backPush up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl(Break it down now)Disease's growing, it's epidemicI'm scared that there ain't a cureThe world believes it and I'm going crazyI cannot take any moreI'm so glad that I'll never fit inThat will never be meOutcasts and girls with ambitionThat's what I wanna see(Come on)Disasters all aroundWorld despairedYour only concernWill it fuck up my hairMaybe if I act like that (do like this), that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't wanna be a stupid girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Baby if I act like that (Oh, Oh-Oh, Do you think?), flipping my blond hair back (Do you think?)Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl (Yeah, yeah)(Do ya think? Do ya think? Do ya think?)(I like this, like this, like this)Pretty will you fuck me girl, silly I'm so lucky girlPull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!Pretty would you fuck me girl, silly I'm so lucky girlPull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!(Baby) Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair back(Baby if I) Push up my bra like that, stupid girl!Maybe if I act like that (maybe if I act like that), that guy will call me back (that guy will call me back)Porno Paparazzi girl (Porno Paparazzi girl), I don't wanna be a stupid girl (stupid girl)Baby if I act like that (maybe if I act like that), flipping my blond hair back (flipping my blond hair back)Push up my bra like that (push up my bra like that), I don't wanna be a stupid girl (stupid girl)["stupid girl" throughout:]Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair backPush up my bra like that,Stupid girlStupid girlStupid girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Stupid Girls - Pink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2846899403620634556?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2846899403620634556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2846899403620634556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/aha-ahastupid-girl-stupid-girls-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si8a7GzZMXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DicpfwOb3Oc/s72-c/Abril+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2149829511864294558</id><published>2009-06-09T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:28:55.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si8aUTMJSDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZIU5ngj66Ik/s1600-h/0version2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345520218762987570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si8aUTMJSDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZIU5ngj66Ik/s320/0version2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2149829511864294558?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2149829511864294558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2149829511864294558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si8aUTMJSDI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZIU5ngj66Ik/s72-c/0version2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-298679655744412344</id><published>2009-06-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:08:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si3Csni8CzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FMhxSu6yj48/s1600-h/Abril+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345142404544203570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si3Csni8CzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FMhxSu6yj48/s320/Abril+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pronto me encontré viajando a gran velocidad la atmosfera crucé y dejé de sentir la gravedad y en instantes me perdientre tanto astro fugaz.Entonces comencé a estallar todo mi cuerpo era una explosión luces y carbones brotaban en miah ah ah ah ah.Por un momentome olvide de miy por un largo ratosenti calor,y todo se ilumino.Yo estaba acostadomirando el espacio exteriory estaba pensandoen lo diminuto que era yo.y no pienso regresaraqui es donde debo estar.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No me preguntes,no me preguntes porque no me preguntes porque no lo se,&lt;/span&gt;ih eh ih eh, ah ah.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Estoy resplandeciendoen mi explosion millones de pedazosme vuelvo yo&lt;/span&gt;.Me supernovo con rapidezpor un momento me olvide de mi y por un largo rato senti calorhoy me miro a la orilla del mar.Y estoy acostado mirando el espacio exterior y estoy pensando en lo diminuto que yo soy.Y no pienso regresar aqui es donde yo naci.No me preguntes.De pronto me encontr eviajando a gran velocidad la atmosfera crucé y dejé de sentir la gravedad y en instantes me perdientre tanto astro fugaz.Entonces comence a estallartodo mi cuerpo era una explosión luces y carbones brotaban en miah ah ah ah ah.Por un momentome olvide de miy por un largo ratosenti calor,y todo se ilumino.Yo estaba acostadomirando el espacio exteriory estaba pensandoen lo diminuto que era yo.y no pienso regresar aquí es donde debo estar.No me preguntes,no me preguntes porqueno me preguntesporque no lo se,ih eh ih eh, ah ah.Estoy resplandeciendo en mi explosion millones de pedazos me vuelvo yo.Me supernovo con rapidez por un momento me olvide de mi y por un largo rato senti calorhoy me miro a la orilla del mar.Y estoy acostadomirando el espacio exteriory estoy  lo diminuto que yo soy.Y no pienso regresar aquí es donde yo nací.No me preguntes&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;(El Espacio - Café Tacuba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-298679655744412344?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/298679655744412344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/298679655744412344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/d-e-pronto-me-encontre-viajando-gran.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si3Csni8CzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FMhxSu6yj48/s72-c/Abril+2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7144518248622517303</id><published>2009-06-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:01:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si3B7OCXZbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kFNHU1HTe78/s1600-h/escanear0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345141555883107762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si3B7OCXZbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kFNHU1HTe78/s320/escanear0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LA&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MEJOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NOCHE,←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7144518248622517303?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7144518248622517303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7144518248622517303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-mejor-noche.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Si3B7OCXZbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kFNHU1HTe78/s72-c/escanear0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1823080771245356297</id><published>2009-06-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:49:31.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiyYOb16ZSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/beawASZ5J3c/s1600-h/Abril+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344814231541409058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiyYOb16ZSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/beawASZ5J3c/s320/Abril+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No le tuvieron miedo&lt;/span&gt; a la mala influencia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1823080771245356297?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1823080771245356297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1823080771245356297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-le-tuvieron-miedo-la-mala-influencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiyYOb16ZSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/beawASZ5J3c/s72-c/Abril+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7720279072112276520</id><published>2009-06-07T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:47:33.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiyViQoNaKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jsGWZycVAlQ/s1600-h/tacvbagirant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811273593645218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiyViQoNaKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jsGWZycVAlQ/s320/tacvbagirant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;una noche inolvidable! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Así que no le tuvieron miedo a la influenza de los mexicanos, pues qué chido que estén aquí, con la influenza de Café Tacvba"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7720279072112276520?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7720279072112276520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7720279072112276520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/una-noche-inolvidable-asi-que-no-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiyViQoNaKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/jsGWZycVAlQ/s72-c/tacvbagirant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1588318942263290599</id><published>2009-06-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:17:15.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sip6VgwUdjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kBFfc_r04v8/s1600-h/cafetacvba2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344218417816958514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sip6VgwUdjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kBFfc_r04v8/s320/cafetacvba2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1588318942263290599?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1588318942263290599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1588318942263290599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sip6VgwUdjI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kBFfc_r04v8/s72-c/cafetacvba2020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5152809442726911202</id><published>2009-06-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:11:29.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SinBpr6NABI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sqEskcUk8ig/s1600-h/1228525107669_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344015354757447698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SinBpr6NABI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sqEskcUk8ig/s320/1228525107669_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rarotonga&lt;/span&gt; se murió, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yo la &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morir, hace poco yo la ví, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"hazme &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuya&lt;/span&gt; cada martes"&lt;/span&gt; esa noche &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;la enco&lt;/span&gt;ntré &lt;strong&gt;vendiendo su amor&lt;/strong&gt;, en el subterraneo tren &lt;strong&gt;donde diario viajo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yo&lt;/em&gt;. Rarotonga se acercó muy pegado a mí algo extraño pasa aquí &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es la selva de concreto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Rarotonga se murió, yo la vi morir, hace poco yo la ví, "hazme &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuya&lt;/span&gt; cada martes" &lt;strong&gt;(Rarotonga - Café Tacvba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5152809442726911202?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5152809442726911202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5152809442726911202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/rarotonga-se-murio-yo-la-v-i-morir-hace.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SinBpr6NABI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sqEskcUk8ig/s72-c/1228525107669_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1628842261749143812</id><published>2009-06-04T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:25:07.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SihjdCpetgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gt28xRIcTzA/s1600-h/dechiaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343630308453299714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SihjdCpetgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gt28xRIcTzA/s320/dechiaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Desperté&lt;/span&gt; no queriendo estar &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;jugando en la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;luz&lt;/span&gt; de tu &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;trueno&lt;/span&gt; n mm&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;te voy a mostrar que este humo es realen mi caminar hacia el cielo Si estás pensando enloquecer confiésame cuida tu espíritu brilla el vudú en mi sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Allá viene el &lt;strong&gt;Guatemalo&lt;/strong&gt;, bien malo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;el que manda en este barrio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, el barrio &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tenle miedo al Guatemalo, Guate, Guatemalocuando lo vea pasar, listo para liquidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Acaba en mi boca, muñeca mi amor tu sexo acaricia este fuego &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;volemos allí&lt;/span&gt; en mi estrella sexualte haré el paraíso en el pisoLlega en silencio marcando el finno puede resistir, oh nono veo mas que oscuridadla vida se empieza a alejarse alejará...&lt;br /&gt;Allá viene el Guatemalo, bien maloel que manda en este barrio, el barriotenle miedo al Guatemalo, Guate, Guatemalocuando lo vea pasar, listo para liquidar&lt;strong&gt; (El Guatemalo - Dante Spinetta )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1628842261749143812?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1628842261749143812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1628842261749143812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperte-no-queriendo-estar-jugando-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SihjdCpetgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gt28xRIcTzA/s72-c/dechiaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3443007945231398361</id><published>2009-06-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:27:24.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sic91T310BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KxZ2KwaSPDQ/s1600-h/a11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343307468975230994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sic91T310BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KxZ2KwaSPDQ/s320/a11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let it never be said,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the romance is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Cos there? so little else occupying my head There is nothing I need except the function to breathe But I'm not really fussed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doesn't matter to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, RubyAnd do ya, do ya, do ya, do yaKnow what ya doing, doing to me?Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby Due to lack of interest tomorrow is canceled Let the clocks be reset and the pendulums held'Cos there?s &lt;strong&gt;nothing at all except the space &lt;/strong&gt; in between Finding out what you? are called and repeating your name Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, RubyAnd do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Know what ya doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;, do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Ruby, Ruby, Ruby,&lt;/span&gt; RubyCould it be, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;could it be that you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;re joking with me And you don't really see you with me Could it be, could it be that you?re joking with me And&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; you don't really see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you with meRuby, Ruby, Ruby, RubyAnd do ya, do ya, do ya, do yaKnow what ya doing, doing to me?Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, RubyAnd do ya, do ya, do ya, do yaKnow what ya doing, doing to me? &lt;strong&gt;(Ruby - Kaiser Chiefs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3443007945231398361?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3443007945231398361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3443007945231398361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-it-never-be-said-romance-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sic91T310BI/AAAAAAAAAOE/KxZ2KwaSPDQ/s72-c/a11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1700238902382085673</id><published>2009-06-01T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:28:22.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiP_22z82TI/AAAAAAAAANc/XfP2fgo88mI/s1600-h/1242396536022_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342394900882970930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiP_22z82TI/AAAAAAAAANc/XfP2fgo88mI/s320/1242396536022_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known &lt;strong&gt;Don't know were &lt;em&gt;it go&lt;/em&gt;es&lt;/strong&gt; But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of broken dreams Were the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone and I walk a- My shadows the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts&lt;em&gt; the only thing that's beating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Till then &lt;em&gt;I'll walk alone&lt;/em&gt; Ah..ah.. I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line of the edge And where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright Check my vital signs to know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm still alive&lt;/span&gt; And I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone and I walk a-&lt;strong&gt; My shadows the only one that walks beside me&lt;/strong&gt; My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes &lt;em&gt;I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/em&gt; 'Till then &lt;strong&gt;I'll walk alone&lt;/strong&gt; Ah..ah.. &lt;strong&gt;I walk alone and I walk&lt;/strong&gt; a- I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of broken dreams Were the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk a- My shadows the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Till then I'll walk alone.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;( Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1700238902382085673?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1700238902382085673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1700238902382085673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-walk-lonely-road-only-one-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiP_22z82TI/AAAAAAAAANc/XfP2fgo88mI/s72-c/1242396536022_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8452270344575329716</id><published>2009-05-31T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:19:53.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiK7ATmy_QI/AAAAAAAAAM8/F9_iicO4Lxk/s1600-h/1214063235348_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342037721952222466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiK7ATmy_QI/AAAAAAAAAM8/F9_iicO4Lxk/s320/1214063235348_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tiene casi veinte años y ya está&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cansado de soñar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;pero tras la frontera está su hogar,&lt;br /&gt;su mundo, su ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa que la alambrada sólo es&lt;br /&gt;un trozo de metal,&lt;br /&gt;algo que nunca puede detener&lt;br /&gt;sus ansias de volar.&lt;br /&gt;Libre,&lt;br /&gt;como el sol cuando amanece,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy libre como el mar...&lt;br /&gt;...como el ave que escapó de su prisión&lt;br /&gt;y puede, al fin, volar...&lt;br /&gt;...como el viento que recoge mi lamento&lt;br /&gt;y mi pesar,&lt;br /&gt;camino sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;detrás de la verdad&lt;br /&gt;y sabré lo que es al fin, la libertad.&lt;br /&gt;Con su amor por banderas se marchó&lt;br /&gt;cantando una canción,&lt;br /&gt;marchaba tan feliz que escuchó&lt;br /&gt;la voz del eslabon,&lt;br /&gt;y tendido en el suelo se quedó&lt;br /&gt;sonriendo y sin hablar,&lt;br /&gt;sobre su pecho flores carmesí,&lt;br /&gt;brotaban sin cesar...&lt;br /&gt;Libre,&lt;br /&gt;como el sol cuando amanece,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy libre como el mar...&lt;br /&gt;...como el ave que escapó de su prisión&lt;br /&gt;y puede, al fin, volar...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;como el viento que recoge mi lamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mi pesar,&lt;br /&gt;camino sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;detrás de la verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y sabré lo que es al fin, &lt;em&gt;la libertad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Libre - Nino Bravo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8452270344575329716?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8452270344575329716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8452270344575329716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiene-casi-veinte-anos-y-ya-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiK7ATmy_QI/AAAAAAAAAM8/F9_iicO4Lxk/s72-c/1214063235348_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2230663501210959048</id><published>2009-05-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:54:32.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiGcZB8W4MI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3lpYaoVY1B8/s1600-h/Imagen+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341722586870374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiGcZB8W4MI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3lpYaoVY1B8/s320/Imagen+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRECIOUS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;AND FRAGILE THINGSNEED SPECIAL HANDLINGMY GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;WE ALWAYS TRIED TO SHARETHE TENDEREST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;OF CARENOW LOOK WHAT WE HAVE PUT YOU THROUGHTHINGS GET DAMAGEDTHINGS&lt;/span&gt; GET BROKENI THOUGHT WE´D MANAGE BUT WORDS LEFT UNSPOKENLEFT US &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SO BRITTLETHERE WAS SO LITTLE LEFT TO GIVEANGELS WITH SILVER WINGSSHOULDN´T&lt;/span&gt; KNOW SUFFERINGI WISH I COULD TAKE THE PAIN FOR YOUIF GOD HAS A MASTER PLAN THAT ONLY HE UNDERSTANDSI HOPE IT´S YOUR EYES HE´S SEEING THROUGHTHINGS GET DAMAGEDTHINGS GET BROKENI THOUGHT WE´D MANAGE BUT WORDS LEFT UNSPOKENLEFT US SO BRITTLETHERE WAS SO LITTLE LEFT TO GIVEI PRAY YOU LEARN TO TRUSTHAVE FAITH IN BOTH OF USAND KEEP ROOM IN YOUR HEARTS FOR TWOTHINGS GET DAMAGEDTHINGS GET BROKENI THOUGHT WE´D MANAGE BUT WORDS LEFT UNSPOKENLEFT US SO BRITTLETHERE WAS SO LITTLE LEFT TO GIVE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Precious - Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2230663501210959048?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2230663501210959048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2230663501210959048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/precious-and-fragile-thingsneed-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiGcZB8W4MI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3lpYaoVY1B8/s72-c/Imagen+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7417326199134277771</id><published>2009-05-30T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:13:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiEzc1eaxLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2xYnfR-244E/s1600-h/Imagen+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341607203522135218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiEzc1eaxLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2xYnfR-244E/s320/Imagen+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Es cierto, hay momentos todavía en el que te recuerdo. y me entristese eso, ahora que yo te habia olvidado de alguna forma , yo actuo como vos.Seamos realistas vos me enseñaste algo, cuando yo dije "te odian" vos me decias mirando para abajo : " yo solo me preocupo por los que me quieren " es ironico porque yo no lo entendi nunca en mi vida hasta el dia de hoy. eso me lo enseñaste vos : un salvaje que no le importa nadie que solo por su instinto elige compañeras de medio tiempo o de vario , por recibir alavanzas? no lo se yo solo s que estoy en ese lugar al que de verdad adjetivo no tiene..Me lastimaste mucho, vos te preocupaste por los que te querian pero por mi no es cierto que yo a vos solo mopstre mi locura. Hoy, todavia estas en mi mente (aveces) y lo voy a confesar en el fondo espero que vuelvas. Seria muy dificil lo sé. yo nunca estuve en tu lista de importancia mas que yo te apuñalaba , secandome lagrimas. Yo lloré mucho por todo esto si es verdad hasta yo dada vuelta y vos atras mis lagrimas se caian aveces ya no se podian esconder, el dolor ya no se podia esconder. Pero parece que vo snunca te diste cuenta de verdad. solo podia decirte que me gustabas y mucho pero decirte la verdad? Que te amaba? no, ahi tuve que pensar en mí porque te juro que la herida seri muy grande y yo sabia que msi palabras quedarian en el aire. Yo hoy me doi cuenta que no me das asco. aunque tuve que hacer fama de eso. Revolvi el mundo por vos,preferi ponerme una cinta en los ojos y justificarte lo malo que hacias y que me hacias antes de dejar de amar, no te pude olvidar por mucho tiempo,(no queria hacerlo), no voy a negarlo porque hace poco quize hacerma la superada pero adentro sentia un dolorcito , no lo voy a negar nunca vos me hisiste sentir amor puro. La gente no entendia y si de afuera se ve ridiculo es verdad todo esto es ridiculo pero yo te voi a decir uan cosa : es lo que sentia. Es mi culpa por querer tu maldad. Hablo de mis culpas porque sihablamos de las tuya sabemos que te irias al infierno. Me enseñaste a que no hay que aferrarse, Gracias. De corazón. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7417326199134277771?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7417326199134277771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7417326199134277771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-cierto-hay-momentos-todavia-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SiEzc1eaxLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/2xYnfR-244E/s72-c/Imagen+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3451625277297527527</id><published>2009-05-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:42:58.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShwpY38AlYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SxQZjzjNqLA/s1600-h/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+27032009+210925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340188765463811458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShwpY38AlYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SxQZjzjNqLA/s320/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+27032009+210925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Town feels like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've been back in jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I cannot doin' time but in the canSpin down out of on a bended kneeJust to beg for &lt;em&gt;something to believe&lt;/em&gt; Left home with a pack of clothesWithout a family treeThis fight could be the last fightNo giving no winningOne time could be the overtimeShould we decide to end the miseryTown heals all of the burned out bridgesFilled with nothing more than miseryI wear the mask of the unbattled sonTrying to beg for something to believeI left home with a pack of clothesWithout a family tree &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This fight could be the last fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No giving no winningOne time could be the overtimeShould we decide to end the miseryBreak the chains and feel the weight of giantsWith the stand for everlasting liarsThey're afraid when we spit out the fireAnd start livingLivingLiving nowprayerThis fight could be the last fightNo leaving no winningOne time could be the overtimeShould we decide to end the misery &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(The last Fight - Velvet Revolver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3451625277297527527?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3451625277297527527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3451625277297527527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/town-feels-like-ive-been-back-in-jail-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShwpY38AlYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SxQZjzjNqLA/s72-c/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+27032009+210925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3509817666556191645</id><published>2009-05-25T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:19:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Shq0Ho-PVxI/AAAAAAAAALs/lPt0HKYeiwg/s1600-h/Imagen+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339778351551698706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Shq0Ho-PVxI/AAAAAAAAALs/lPt0HKYeiwg/s320/Imagen+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e que en realidad no me conoces. nadie me conoce.Creeme este ojo guarda un universo adentro lleno de pensamientos, miedos, y sentimientos. Guarda una persona, con un adjetivo principal: Ella. Puede gustarte ella puede que no, puedes criticarla decir y separar lo bueno y lo malo pero hay algo que es cierto ( la realidad es una) tus dos ojos se detuvieron a verla y quedaron ahi clavados y gastaste tu tiempo en hacerlo aunque tu ego de otros motivos. te interesó. y el interes es el cielo del ser humano no lo olvides eso todos buscamos interesar , porque? no nos dicen siempre que somos todos iguales o quieren ponernos en ese plano fracasado?resignado?.no. todos lo sabemos somos únicos e irrepetibles, pero nosotros mismos nuestro ego nos obliga a sobresaltar por el exito? el exito lo tiene ya uno mismo no hay mejor exito que ser hincha de uno mismo o eso se logra todos los días? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahí esta ella los ojos de ella son únicos ee irrepetibles tanto como tu atencion como tus momentos , como tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3509817666556191645?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3509817666556191645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3509817666556191645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/s-e-que-en-realidad-no-me-conoces.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Shq0Ho-PVxI/AAAAAAAAALs/lPt0HKYeiwg/s72-c/Imagen+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5012544113966204001</id><published>2009-05-24T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:20:47.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Shmd28Yc5sI/AAAAAAAAALk/a4EfBQ1eJL4/s1600-h/1243182351673_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339472400471615170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Shmd28Yc5sI/AAAAAAAAALk/a4EfBQ1eJL4/s320/1243182351673_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi pasado está llorando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5012544113966204001?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5012544113966204001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5012544113966204001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-pasado-esta-llorando.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Shmd28Yc5sI/AAAAAAAAALk/a4EfBQ1eJL4/s72-c/1243182351673_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1563443520016531667</id><published>2009-05-23T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:33:43.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShhBXG6-HCI/AAAAAAAAALc/8nbJ6Z3jaJA/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090521_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339089223498472482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShhBXG6-HCI/AAAAAAAAALc/8nbJ6Z3jaJA/s320/Snapshot_20090521_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sacío la sed del machismo, me gustra cocinar y tambien el futbol ahora; ellos podran saciar mi profunda sed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1563443520016531667?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1563443520016531667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1563443520016531667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/sacio-la-sed-del-machismo-me-gustra.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShhBXG6-HCI/AAAAAAAAALc/8nbJ6Z3jaJA/s72-c/Snapshot_20090521_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2078489044685611219</id><published>2009-05-22T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:25:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShdP4ZqScXI/AAAAAAAAALM/DzicC9mvtZQ/s1600-h/Imagen+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338823713650536818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShdP4ZqScXI/AAAAAAAAALM/DzicC9mvtZQ/s320/Imagen+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm hot, you're coldYou&lt;/span&gt; go around like you knowWho I am, but you don'tYou've got me on my toesI'm slippin? into the lavaAnd I'm tryin? keep from goin' underBaby, who turned the temperature hotter?'Cause I'm burnin? up, burnin? up for you babyC'mon girlI fell so fastCan't hold myself backHigh heels, red dressAll by yourself, gotta catch my breathI'm slippin? into the lavaAnd I'm tryin? keep from goin' underBaby, who turned the temperature hotter?'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you babyWalk in the room all I can see is youOh, you?re starin' me down I know you feel it tooI'm slippin' into the lavaAnd I'm tryin? keep from goin' underBaby, who turned the temperature hotter?'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you babySlippin' into the lavaAnd I'm tryin? keep from goin' underBaby, who turned the temperature hotter?'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you babyYo, we're burnin' up in this place tonightYour Brothers sing it loud and we're feelin' rightGet up and dance, don't try and fight itBig Rob is for real and that's no lieStop, drop and roll and touch your toesIt keeps on burnin' up, more and moreI got JB with me playin' it downCome on boys, let?s bring the chorus aroundI'm slippin' into the lavaAnd I'm tryin? keep from goin' underBaby, who turned the temperature hotter??Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you babyBurnin' up, burnin' up for you baby&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ( Burnin' Up - Jonas Brothers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2078489044685611219?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2078489044685611219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2078489044685611219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-hot-youre-coldyou-go-around-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShdP4ZqScXI/AAAAAAAAALM/DzicC9mvtZQ/s72-c/Imagen+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2988954028718089664</id><published>2009-05-19T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:12:19.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShKvuvkg0hI/AAAAAAAAALE/hKv_r4o5-KI/s1600-h/IMGP4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337521725965914642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShKvuvkg0hI/AAAAAAAAALE/hKv_r4o5-KI/s320/IMGP4592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You said you want meThat was just a lieYou said you love meThat was just a lieAll i wanted was someoneWho could keep meWarm at nightYou tried it babyBut it didn't workAnd now i knowThis is gonna be the endOh, but you liedYou said you need meThat was just a lieYou said the truthOnce that was just a lie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All i needed was someoneWho could keep meWarm at nightYou tried it babyBut it didn't workAnd now i knowThis is gonna be the endOh, but you liedAll i needed was someoneWho could keep meWarm at nightYou tried it babyBut it didn't workAnd now i knowThis is gonna be the endOh, but you lied&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Disco Lies - Moby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2988954028718089664?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2988954028718089664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2988954028718089664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-said-you-want-methat-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShKvuvkg0hI/AAAAAAAAALE/hKv_r4o5-KI/s72-c/IMGP4592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7172653000219823933</id><published>2009-05-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:27:27.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShHfsbqDcJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CDiYyXM9l3A/s1600-h/Abril+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337292987842130066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShHfsbqDcJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CDiYyXM9l3A/s320/Abril+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos cómplices los dos al menos sé que huyo porque amo necesito distensión estar asi despierto es un delirio de condenados,Como un efecto residual,yo siempre tomaré el desvío.tus ojos nunca mentirán,pero ese ruido blanco es una alarma en mis oidos.No seas tan cruel,no busques más pretextos,no seas tan cruel,siempre seremos prófugos los dos! No tenemos donde ir,somos como un area desvastada,carreteras sin sentido,religiones sin motivo¿como podremos hoy vivir?,No seas tan cruel,no busques más pretextos.No seas tan cruel.siempre seremos, siempre seremos prófugos,los dos.Ven No seas tan cruel..No busques mas pretextos, no seas tan cruel, siempre seremos prófugos.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siempre seremos&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;( Prófugos - Soda Stereo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7172653000219823933?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7172653000219823933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7172653000219823933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/somos-complices-los-dos-al-menos-se-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/ShHfsbqDcJI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CDiYyXM9l3A/s72-c/Abril+2009+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5924445766594372052</id><published>2009-05-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:59:16.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sg7UU4-NMLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1_r_U5UCOHE/s1600-h/n617839758_1602558_3265879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336436063836385458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sg7UU4-NMLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1_r_U5UCOHE/s320/n617839758_1602558_3265879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iba para torero, cobarde y artista, y me quede en un rincón neutral. No importa si todos son cortos de vista se nos ve el plumero a los dos por igual. Otra para el cafiolo prudente y cordial. no necesita pedir perdon jamás. Y así suene muy poco sutil, de tu cuadril no me olvido nunca mas! Tengo cada insensatez,&lt;strong&gt; y me puedo equivocar, pero no me equivoque contigo&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tengo abierto el minibar, y cerrado el corazon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y solo late... y solo late por los dos! Iba para bolero sediento y cerril que mundo hostil, sufrir fue permitido. Bajo el halo de luz de un par mil, no importa, &lt;em&gt;no habra mas pena ni olvido&lt;/em&gt;. Un amigo sale poco de su casa, tiene razon, &lt;strong&gt;alla afuera todo el mundo va armado&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;De este lado tengo el corazon&lt;/strong&gt;, mi sierra electrica no cierra los feriados. Tengo cada insensatez, y me puedo equivocar, pero no me equivoque contigo... Tengo abierto el minibar, y cerrado el corazon, y solo late... y solo late por los dos! Tengo cada insensatez, y me puedo equivocar, si pudiera mataria por cinco minutos mas...! Tengo abierto el minibar, y cerrado el corazon, y solo late... y solo late por los dos! si pudiera mataria por cinco minutos mas...! Tengo abierto el minibar, y cerrado el corazon, y solo late... y solo late por los dos! Tengo cada insensatez, y me puedo equivocar, pero no me equivoque contigo... Tengo abiero el minibar, y cerrado el corazon, y solo late... &lt;strong&gt;y solo late por los dos&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;strong&gt; (5 minutos más - Andrés Calamaro)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5924445766594372052?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5924445766594372052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5924445766594372052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/iba-para-torero-cobarde-y-artista-y-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sg7UU4-NMLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1_r_U5UCOHE/s72-c/n617839758_1602558_3265879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7203291065685343723</id><published>2009-05-10T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:03:04.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgejU4OSWZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mQ_tETSiZK4/s1600-h/fototototo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334411862728661394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgejU4OSWZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mQ_tETSiZK4/s320/fototototo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Café Tacvba&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7203291065685343723?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7203291065685343723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7203291065685343723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/cafe-tacvba.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgejU4OSWZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mQ_tETSiZK4/s72-c/fototototo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3877425385228197434</id><published>2009-05-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:31:56.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgcbgYA_QdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/blOZPIByl1A/s1600-h/n617839758_1602586_1526874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334262526660002258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgcbgYA_QdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/blOZPIByl1A/s320/n617839758_1602586_1526874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoot to thrillall you women who want a man of the street don't know which way you wanna turn just keep coming and put your hand out to me cos I'm the one who's gonna make you burn I'm gonna take you down down down down so don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it pull it pull the trigger shoot to thrill play to kill too many women too many pills, yeah shoot to thrill play to kill I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will I'm like evil I get under your skin just like a bomb that's ready to blow cos I'm illegal I got everything that all you women might need to know I'm gonna take you down yeah down, down, down so don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it pull the trigger shoot to thrill play to kill too many women too many pills shoot to thrill play to kill I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will cos I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough and I can't get my fill shoot to thrill play to kill pull the trigger, pull it pull it pull it pull the trigger shoot to thrill play to kill too many women too many pills shoot to thrill play to kill I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will cos I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill I can't get enough and I can't get my fill cos I shoot to thrill play to kill play it again shoot you down, yeah I'm gonna get you down on the bottom girl shoot you, I'm gonna shoot you Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm gonna shoot you down, yeah yeah I'm gonna get you down, down down down down shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down I'm gonna shoot to thrill play to kill shoot to thrill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ringtone Gratis de AC/DC " href="http://1.sharkadnetwork.com/z/258/CD110/&amp;amp;subid1=ltrde" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;Shoot to thrill - AC/DC&lt;/strong&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/400735155342827537-3877425385228197434?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3877425385228197434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3877425385228197434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoot-to-thrillall-you-women-who-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgcbgYA_QdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/blOZPIByl1A/s72-c/n617839758_1602586_1526874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8795651784141183736</id><published>2009-05-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:10:55.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgZS-YuWH6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DLi4CQPqCLM/s1600-h/Imagen+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042040409137058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgZS-YuWH6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DLi4CQPqCLM/s320/Imagen+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La gente me señalaMe apuntan con el dedoSusurran a mis espaldasY a mi me importa un bledoQue más me daSi soy distinta a ellosNo soy de nadieNo tengo dueñoYo sé que me criticanMe consta que me odianLa envidia les corroeMi vida les agobiaPor qué será?Yo no tengo la culpaMi circunstancia les &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;insultaMi destino es el que yo decidoEl que yo elijo para mí¿A quien le importa lo que yo haga?¿A quien le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiréNunca cambiaré¿A quien le importa lo que yo haga?¿A quien le importa lo que yo diga?Yo soy así y así seguiréNunca cambiaréQuizá la culpa es míaPor no seguir la normaYa es demasiado tardePara cambiar ahoraMe mantendré firme en mis conviccionesReforzaré mis posicionesMi destino es el que yo decidoEl que yo elijo para míA quien le importa lo que yo haga?A quien le importa lo que yo diga?Yo soy así y así seguiréNunca cambiaréA quien le importa lo que yo haga?A quien le importa lo que yo diga?Yo soy así y así seguiréNunca cambiaré &lt;strong&gt;(Thalia - A quien le importa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8795651784141183736?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8795651784141183736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8795651784141183736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-gente-me-senalame-apuntan-con-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgZS-YuWH6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/DLi4CQPqCLM/s72-c/Imagen+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2678400173994714037</id><published>2009-05-09T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:50:28.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgYFHjtOTeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JsBqfsQE8-A/s1600-h/Imagen+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333956436069076450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgYFHjtOTeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JsBqfsQE8-A/s320/Imagen+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; ha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;invadido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tantas veces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; que ya tengo miedo de hacerme daño,&lt;/span&gt;intente la combustion con colonia Sanborn'sy trate de ahogarme en el excusado.Me he tirado ya tres o cuatro vecesde un acantilado y de un edificio,que no ves que quiero que me salvesantes de que logre cometer suicidio.Y me compre un escuter para triarme al mar,pero es que el mar esta muy lejos,y me he metido cuarenta nembutales yay solo tengo este pinche viaje.La nostalgia me ha invadidoque no ves que quiero que me salvesantes que logre cometer suicidio.La nostalgia me ha invadido tantas vecesque ya tengo miedo de hacerme daño,intente la combustion con colonia Sanborn'sy trate de ahogarme en el excusado.Me he tirado ya tres o cuatro vecesde un acantilado y de un edificio,que no ves que quiero que me salvesantes de que logre cometer suicidio.Y me compre un escuter para triarme al mar,pero es que el mar esta muy lejos,y me he metido cuarenta nembutales yay solo tengo este pinche viaje.La nostalgia me ha invadidoque no ves que quiero que me salvesantes que logre cometer suicidio.  &lt;strong&gt;( Cometer Suicidio - Café Tacuba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2678400173994714037?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2678400173994714037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2678400173994714037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-nostalgia-me-ha-invadido-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgYFHjtOTeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JsBqfsQE8-A/s72-c/Imagen+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5740743114653948128</id><published>2009-05-08T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:23:10.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgUhNWkl8yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PmvgK8sM12Q/s1600-h/3183_1130785159656_1528075926_30303526_2420072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333705846971298594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgUhNWkl8yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PmvgK8sM12Q/s320/3183_1130785159656_1528075926_30303526_2420072_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5740743114653948128?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5740743114653948128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5740743114653948128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgUhNWkl8yI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PmvgK8sM12Q/s72-c/3183_1130785159656_1528075926_30303526_2420072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8018575277735402490</id><published>2009-05-07T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:25:39.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgOlJG_IhGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kTtsnm_UJMw/s1600-h/Imagen+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333287959649616994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgOlJG_IhGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kTtsnm_UJMw/s320/Imagen+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STEP BACK&lt;/span&gt;! GONNA COME AT YA FASTI’M DRIVING OUT OF CONTROL, AND GETTING READY TO CRASHWONT STOP, SHAKING UP WHAT I CANI SERVE IT UP IN A SHOTSO SUCK IT UP LIKE A MANSO BABY YES I KNOW WHAT I AM, AND NO I DON’T GIVE A DAMNAND YOU’LL BE LOVING ITSOME DAYS I’M A SUPER BITCH UP TO MY OWN TRICKSBUT &lt;strong&gt;IT WONT&lt;/strong&gt; LAST FOREVERNEXT DAY I’M YOUR SUPER GIRLAND OUT TO SAVE THE WORLD AND IT KEEPS GETTING BETTERKISS KISS, GONNA TELL YOU RIGHT NOWI MAKE IT SWEET ON THE LIPS, ILL SIMPLY KNOCK YOU OUTSHUT UP! I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAYCUZ WHEN WERE BOTH IN THE WINDYOU GONNA LIKE IT MY WAYYEAH BABY THERES A FEELING IN MESO SEXY SOUR AND SWEET, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND YOU’LL BE LOVIN’ ITSOME DAYS I’M A SUPER BITCH UP TO MY OWN TRICKSBUT IT WONT LAST FOREVERNEXT DAY I’M YOUR SUPER GIRLOUT TO SAVE THE&lt;/span&gt; WORLD AND IT KEEPS GETTING BETTERHOOOLD ONKEEPS GETTIN BETTERHOOOLD ONKEEPS GETTIN BETTERIN THE BREAK OF THE NIGHTIN THE SPEED OF THE LIGHTI HOLD THE UNIVERSE UPMAKE THE YOUR PLANETS COLLIDE.WHEN I STRAP ON MY BOOTSAND I SLIP ON MY SUITYOU SEE THE VIXEN IN MEBECOMES AN ANGEL FOR YOUSOME DAYS I’M A SUPER BITCH UP TO MY OWN TRICKSBUT IT WONT LAST FOREVERNEXT DAY I’M YOUR SUPER GIRLOUT TO SAVE THE WORLD AND IT KEEPS GETTING BETTERSOME DAYS I’M A SUPER B****UP TO MY OWN TRICKSBUT IT WONT LAST FOREVERNEXT DAY I’M YOUR SUPER GIRLOUT TO SAVE THE WORLD AND IT KEEPS GETTING BETTERHOOOLD ONKEEPS GETTIN BETTERHOOOLD ONKEEPS GETTIN BETTER &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;keeps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; - christina aguilera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8018575277735402490?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8018575277735402490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8018575277735402490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/step-back-gonna-come-at-ya-fastim.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgOlJG_IhGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kTtsnm_UJMw/s72-c/Imagen+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-141917046708755599</id><published>2009-05-06T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:34:03.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgGtdEHmnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RRJOnd9cnTo/s1600-h/Abril+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332734148616821842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgGtdEHmnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RRJOnd9cnTo/s320/Abril+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't we metYou're some kind of beautiful strangerYou could be good for meI've had the taste for dangerIf I'm smart then I'll run awayBut I'm not so I guess I'll stayHeaven forbidI'll take my chance on a beautiful strangerI looked into your eyesAnd my world came tumbling downYou're the devil in disguiseThat's why I'm singing this songTo know you is to love youYou're everywhere I goAnd everybody knowsTo love you is to be part of youI've paid for you with tearsAnd swallowed all my prideDa-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dumBeautiful strangerDa-da-da-dum da-dum da-dum da da da-da dumBeautiful strangerIf I'm smart then I'll run awayBut I'm not so I guess I'll stayHaven't you heard I fell in love with a beautiful strangerI looked into your faceMy heart was dancing all over the placeI'd like to change my point of viewIf I could just forget about youI looked into your eyesAnd my world came tumbling downYou're the devil in disguiseThat's why I'm singing this song to youThat's why i'm singing this song to you . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Beatiful Stranger - Madonna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-141917046708755599?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/141917046708755599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/141917046708755599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-we-metyoure-some-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgGtdEHmnFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RRJOnd9cnTo/s72-c/Abril+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1039740507501539565</id><published>2009-05-05T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:51:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgDsgG-s3cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_NnWHihQNPU/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332521995180236226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgDsgG-s3cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_NnWHihQNPU/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to knowThat something wasnt right hereOh baby baby, I shouldnt have let you goAnd now youre out of sight,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeahShow me how you want it to beTell me baby cuz I need to know now, oh becauseChorusMy loneliness is killin me (and I)I must confess I still believe (still believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When Im not with you I lose my mindGive me a sign, hit me baby one more time!Oh baby baby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the reason I breathe is youBoy youve got me blindedOh pretty baby, theres nothin that I wouldnt doThats not the way I planned itShow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;me how you want it to beTell me baby cuz I need to know now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;oh becauseChorusOh baby baby, how was I supposed to knowOh pretty baby, I shouldnt have let you goI must confess that my lonelinessIs killin me nowDont you know I still believeThat you will be hereAnd give me a sign, hit me baby one more timeChorusI must confess (my loneliness) that my loneliness(is killing me) is killing me now(I must confess) dont you (I still believe) know I still believeThat you will be here (I lose my mind)And give me a sign...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hit me baby one more time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Baby one more time - Britney Spears)&lt;/strong&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/400735155342827537-1039740507501539565?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1039740507501539565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1039740507501539565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-baby-baby-how-was-i-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SgDsgG-s3cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_NnWHihQNPU/s72-c/Imagen+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-7509728809256169597</id><published>2009-05-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:36:54.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sf78qDXEghI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BsE24TGNCkM/s1600-h/Abril+2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331976808240022034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sf78qDXEghI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BsE24TGNCkM/s320/Abril+2009+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El puñal y el corazonNi hablar mujer tu traes puñalni hablar mujer no me quieres perdonarese puñal lo traigo adentro de mi corazony si no sale ya empezara a desangrar y te dira adiosy si tu mujer me vuelves a despreciarya no podras dejamer de adorarpues ausente yo me necesitaras aun masy ni con un puñal me podras sacar de tu corazony si yo te pido que regreseses porque he olvidado donde estasy no me digas que no vuelvesporque &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo se bien que aun me quieresporque cuando uno ama alguienno puede esperar un año o cieny no me digas que tu no vuelvesporque igual que yo estas que te mueresNi hablar&lt;/span&gt; mujer tu traes puñalni hablar mujer no me quieres &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;perdonarese puñal lo traigo adentro de mi corazony si no sale ya empezara a desangrar y te dira adiosY ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masY si te niegas a escucharmeyo te pediria que recuerdes todo tiempo de noche y de diaque pasabamos juntos en el cafési has decidido olvidarme escuchame una noche masY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masy ya no puedo masun poquito masya no puedo mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(El puñal y el Corazón - Café Tacuba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-7509728809256169597?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7509728809256169597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/7509728809256169597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-punal-y-el-corazonni-hablar-mujer-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sf78qDXEghI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BsE24TGNCkM/s72-c/Abril+2009+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8512461224145685405</id><published>2009-05-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:21:01.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfxxT3io9pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TwBP3kc9Gns/s1600-h/Abril+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331260645040518802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfxxT3io9pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TwBP3kc9Gns/s320/Abril+2009+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayyyyyy...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ven y dime todas esas cosas&lt;/span&gt;,invitame a sentarme junto a ti.Escucharé todos tus sueñosen mi oido.Y déjame estrechar tus manos,y regalarte unas pocas de ilusiones.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ay, ven y cuéntame una historiaque me haga sentir bien&lt;/span&gt;.Yo te escucharécon todo el silencio del planeta,y miraré tus ojoscomo si fueran los últimos de este país.Ayyyyyy...Déjame ver cómo es que florecescon cinco petalos te absorberé,cinco sentidos que te robansólo un poco de tu ser.Y seis veces para vivirtedebajo de una misma luna,y otras nueve pasarán parasentir que nuevas flores nacerán.Y que cada estrellafuese una flor,y asi regalartetodo un racimo de estrellas.No dejes que amanezca,no dejes que la noche caiga,no dejes que el sol salga,sólo dejame estar junto a ti.Huh huh,huh huh,huh huh,huh huh. &lt;strong&gt;(Las Flores - Café Tacuba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8512461224145685405?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8512461224145685405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8512461224145685405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/ayyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfxxT3io9pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TwBP3kc9Gns/s72-c/Abril+2009+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2860742800060351152</id><published>2009-05-01T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:52:24.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sfr-dG4wOhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pBiD0QTflL0/s1600-h/n617839758_1433555_4883215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330852884964719122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sfr-dG4wOhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pBiD0QTflL0/s320/n617839758_1433555_4883215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debo tomar el antídotoPara romper con la rigidezVivo como un sonámbuloBuscando pliegues en la pared&lt;br /&gt;Telerañas, sueño con telarañasTelarañas, que cuelgan de mí&lt;br /&gt;Esto parece un museo de ceraUn simulacro demasiado realDebo encontrar algun sitio afueraDebo cambiar la escena entre...&lt;br /&gt;TelarañasSueño con telarañasTelarañas que cuelgan de mí&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos perciben otra vezImágenes retroAsi es la trama de este filmTu propio reflejo&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos perciben otra vezImágenes retroReproduciéndose sin finDejándome inmovil, entre telarañasSueño con telarañasTelarañas que cuelgan de mí &lt;strong&gt;(Imágenes Retro - Soda Stereo.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2860742800060351152?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2860742800060351152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2860742800060351152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/05/debo-tomar-el-antidotopara-romper-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Sfr-dG4wOhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/pBiD0QTflL0/s72-c/n617839758_1433555_4883215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-4877222423728661104</id><published>2009-04-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:12:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfqC0guljhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QP0MtZI13-o/s1600-h/Imagen+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330716947596545554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfqC0guljhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QP0MtZI13-o/s320/Imagen+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fue ese día que despertó&lt;br /&gt;cuando se dio cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que se convirtió en lo que&lt;br /&gt;más a él le molesta&lt;br /&gt;de repente descubrió&lt;br /&gt;que estaba pensando&lt;br /&gt;igualito que su padre en&lt;br /&gt;la casa de antaño&lt;br /&gt;desde entonces al hablar&lt;br /&gt;se descubre ideas&lt;br /&gt;que apenas ayer no estaban&lt;br /&gt;aún en su cabeza&lt;br /&gt;ahora prefiere callar&lt;br /&gt;hasta acostumbrarse a&lt;br /&gt;que la voz que le saldrá es la&lt;br /&gt;misma que su padre&lt;br /&gt;corre hacia el espejo&lt;br /&gt;mírate esa arruga&lt;br /&gt;te estas convirtiendo en quien más odio a ti te da&lt;br /&gt;la gente lo mira igual&lt;br /&gt;el se siente otro&lt;br /&gt;descubriendo el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;desde otros ojos&lt;br /&gt;tiene miedo que al final&lt;br /&gt;el día de mañana&lt;br /&gt;de este odio y de este cambio&lt;br /&gt;no recuerde nada&lt;br /&gt;corre hacia el espejo&lt;br /&gt;mírate esa arruga&lt;br /&gt;te estas convirtiendo en quien más odio a ti te da&lt;br /&gt;corre hacia el espejo&lt;br /&gt;mírate esa arruga&lt;br /&gt;te estas convirtiendo en quien más odio a ti te da&lt;br /&gt;corre hacia el espejo&lt;br /&gt;mírate a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;date cuenta de que ya no va a haber marcha atrás&lt;br /&gt;corre hacia el espejo&lt;br /&gt;mírate esa arruga&lt;br /&gt;fue ese día que despertó&lt;strong&gt; (El padre - Café Tacuba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-4877222423728661104?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4877222423728661104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4877222423728661104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/fue-ese-dia-que-desperto-cuando-se-dio.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfqC0guljhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QP0MtZI13-o/s72-c/Imagen+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8989074599159680966</id><published>2009-04-29T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:26:02.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfhU-QWvPeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X-2G3-7MYzs/s1600-h/Abril+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330103587511942626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfhU-QWvPeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X-2G3-7MYzs/s320/Abril+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres tanta gente, que dimecon quien hablo ahora¿no veis que no sois iguales?¿eres la de: "quédate conmigo,prometo darte tormento, darte malos ratos..."?yo te prometo, si me escuchas niña, darte arteque no es lo mismo que:quédate y ya veremosquédate y ya veremos &lt;strong&gt;No es lo mismo ser que estar&lt;/strong&gt; no es lo mismo estar que quedarse, ¡que va!tampoco quedarse es igual que pararno es lo mismoserá que ni somos, ni estamosni nos pensamos quedarpero es distinto conformarse o pelearno es lo mismo... es distintoNo es lo mismo arte que hartarno es lo mismo ser justo que ¡qué justo te va!... verásno es lo mismo tú que otra, entérateno es lo mismoque sepas que hay gente que trata de confundirnospero tenemos corazón que no es igual,lo sentimos... es distintoVale, que a lo mejor me lo merezcobueno, pero mi voz no te la vendopuerta, y lo que opinen de nosotros...léeme lo labios, yo no estoy en ventaVale, que a lo mejor lo merecemosbueno, pero la voz no la vendemospuerta, y lo que opinen de nosotros...léeme lo labios, a mi me vale madrePuerta y aire que me asfixio,que no se trata del lado que quieras estarque estar de un lado o echarte a un lado... verásno sé como decirte, no es lo mismo,vivir es lo más peligroso que tiene la vidaque digan por televisiónque hay suelto un corazónque no es igualque es peligroso... que es distintoNo es lo mismo vasta o bastarni es lo mismo, decir, opinar, imponer o mandarlas listas negras, las manos blancas... verásno es lo mismono gana el que tiene más ganas...¿no sé si me explico?que hoy nadie quiere ser igualque mas te da,no es como un "ismo"... es instintoVale, que a lo mejor me lo merezcobueno, pero mi voz no te la vendopuerta, y lo que opinen de nosotrosléeme los labios, yo no estoy en ventaVale, que a lo mejor lo merecemosbueno, pero la voz no la vendemospuerta, y lo que opinen de nosotrosléeme los labios, a mi me vale madreTengo pomada pá tó los doloresremedios para toda clase de errorestambién recetas pá la desilusiónTengo pomada pá tó los doloresremedios para toda clase de errorestambién recetas pá la desilusión &lt;strong&gt;(No es lo mismo - Alejandro Sanz)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8989074599159680966?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8989074599159680966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8989074599159680966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/eres-tanta-gente-que-dimecon-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfhU-QWvPeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X-2G3-7MYzs/s72-c/Abril+2009+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-2704673734186560074</id><published>2009-04-27T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:02:39.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfZUvBo_spI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yCq3ubm6iPk/s1600-h/Imagen+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329540375910527634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfZUvBo_spI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yCq3ubm6iPk/s320/Imagen+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En el mundo hay&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bruta y astuta,hay vírgenes y prostitutas,ricos pobres clase media,cosas bonitas y un par de tragedias,Hay personas gordas medianas y flacas,caballos, gallinas, ovejas y vacas,hay muchos animales con mucha gente,personas cuerdas y locos de mente.En el mundo hay mentiras y falsedades,hechos, verdades y casualidades,hay mentalidades horizontales,verticales y diagonales.Derrotas y fracasos accidentales,medallas, trofeos y copas mundiales,en el mundo hay vitaminas y proteínas,marihuana, éxtasis y cocaína.Hay arboles, ramas, hojas y flores,hay muchas montañas de colores,en el mundo hay decisiones divididas,entradas, salidas, debut, despedidas,Hay inocentes, hay homicidas,hay muchas bocas, y poca comida,hay gobernantes y presidentes,hay agua fría y agua caliente.En el mundo hay micrófonos,y altoparlantes,hay seis mil millones de habitantes,hay gente ordinaria y gente elegante,pero pero pero...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No hay nadie como tu,no hay nadie como tu mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,no hay nadie como tu.no hay nadie como tu,no hay nadie como tu mi amor,no hay nadie como tu.En el mundo siempre se mueve la tierra,hay tanques de oxigeno y tanques de guerra,si el sol y la luna nos dan energía,se duerme de noche, y se vive de día.Hay gente que rectifica lo que dice,hay mucha gente que se contradice,hay algarrobas y algas marinas,hay vegetarianos y carnicerías.Hay tragos amargos y golosinas,hay enfermedades y medicinas,hay bolsillos llenos, carteras vacías,hay mas ladrones que policías.Hay religiones, hay ateísmo,hay capitalismo, y comunismo,aunque nos parecemos no somos los mismos,porque porque...no hay nadie como tuno hay nadie como tu mi amorno hay nadie como tucomo tuno hay nadie como tuno hay nadie como tu mi amorno hay nadie como tucomo tuEn el mundo existen muy buenas ideas,hay don quijotes y dulcineas,hay sexo en el baño, sexo en la cama,sexo sin ropa, sexo en piyama.Hay cosas reales y melodramas,hay laberintos y crucigramas,hay chiste en llamadas que nadie contesta,hay muchas preguntas y pocas respuestas.Hay gente valiente, gente con miedo,gente que el mundo no le importa un bledo,gente parada, gente sentada,gente soñando y gente despertando.Hay gente que nace, gente que muere,hay gente que odia, y gente que quiere,en este mundo hay mucha gentepero pero pero....No hay nadie como tu,no hay nadie como tu mi amor,no hay nadie como tu. &lt;strong&gt;(No Hay nadie como tú - Calle 13 ft. Café Tacvba)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-2704673734186560074?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2704673734186560074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/2704673734186560074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/en-el-mundo-hay-gente-bruta-y-astutahay.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfZUvBo_spI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yCq3ubm6iPk/s72-c/Imagen+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8903460913015948167</id><published>2009-04-26T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:13:10.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfT4OcYUm0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ct4nRzTFkrA/s1600-h/1239498851657_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157186106202946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfT4OcYUm0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ct4nRzTFkrA/s320/1239498851657_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verás&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volver&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8903460913015948167?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8903460913015948167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8903460913015948167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-veras-volver.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfT4OcYUm0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ct4nRzTFkrA/s72-c/1239498851657_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-8276072279437956407</id><published>2009-04-25T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:52:06.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfOvH1p2ZiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5D-WziuI_Ik/s1600-h/n617839758_1433602_5866619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328795333305984546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfOvH1p2ZiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5D-WziuI_Ik/s320/n617839758_1433602_5866619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo soy el outsider Yo soy el sidestepper Misfit con causa ya te he topado y no tienes igual Te he visto por ahi pateando las reglas andando veredas es mejor que caminos que andados ya estan &lt;em&gt;Será triste la vida para los demas alegre es la que existe de abrir las puertas reirse en la jeta de quien nos tiene encerrados &lt;/em&gt;Así el outsider Así el sidestepper nunca tendra nada, ni necesidad Se tiene a si mismo por eso mi amigo si encuentras a otros que tambien son otros diles que &lt;em&gt;el fuego quemando va &lt;/em&gt;No atiende a la escuela No tengo patrones No acepto inpuestos Buscaban al caos, Pues, hallaron al caos Así el outsider Así el sidestepper nunca tendra nada, ni necesidad Se tiene a si mismo por eso mi amigo si encuentras a otros que tambien son otros diles que el fuego quemando va &lt;em&gt;No atiende a la escuela No tengo patrones No acepto inpuestos usaron al caos, pues, les regreso al caos No muero por credos ni macas de patrias Defiendo a la vida respecto a quien se de a respotar No creo en abogados, No creo en doctores, No creo en los medios, ni en lo que venden se ve ya la fecha de caducidad! Yo soy el outsider Yo soy el sidestepper&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;( El Outsider - Café Tacuba )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-8276072279437956407?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8276072279437956407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/8276072279437956407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-soy-el-outsider-yo-soy-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfOvH1p2ZiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5D-WziuI_Ik/s72-c/n617839758_1433602_5866619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-5786132290973133189</id><published>2009-04-25T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:47:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNMdTD8MmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eS7ymVdkRko/s1600-h/Abril+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328686850326147682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNMdTD8MmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eS7ymVdkRko/s320/Abril+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winters citysideCrystal bits of snowflakes all around my head and in the windI had no illusionsThat Id ever find a glimps of summers heatwaves in your eyesYou did what you did to me, now its history I seeHeres my comeback on the road againThings will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, its easy when your big in japanWhen your big in japan, tonightBig in japan, be tight, big in japan where the eastern seas so blueBig in japan, alright, pay, then Ill sleep by your sideThings are easy when youre big in japan, when youre big in japanNeon on my naked skinPassing silhouettes of strange illuminated mannequinsShall I stay here at the zooOr shall I go and change my point of view for other ugly scenesYou did what you did to me, now its history I see...Things will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, its easy when youre big in japan (&lt;strong&gt;Big in Japan - Alphaville&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-5786132290973133189?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5786132290973133189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/5786132290973133189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/winters-citysidecrystal-bits-of_263.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNMdTD8MmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eS7ymVdkRko/s72-c/Abril+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-1192392775851266207</id><published>2009-04-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:47:14.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNMdTD8MmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eS7ymVdkRko/s1600-h/Abril+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328686850326147682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNMdTD8MmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eS7ymVdkRko/s320/Abril+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winters citysideCrystal bits of snowflakes all around my head and in the windI had no illusionsThat Id ever find a glimps of summers heatwaves in your eyesYou did what you did to me, now its history I seeHeres my comeback on the road againThings will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, its easy when your big in japanWhen your big in japan, tonightBig in japan, be tight, big in japan where the eastern seas so blueBig in japan, alright, pay, then Ill sleep by your sideThings are easy when youre big in japan, when youre big in japanNeon on my naked skinPassing silhouettes of strange illuminated mannequinsShall I stay here at the zooOr shall I go and change my point of view for other ugly scenesYou did what you did to me, now its history I see...Things will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, its easy when youre big in japan (&lt;strong&gt;Big in Japan - Alphaville&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-1192392775851266207?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1192392775851266207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/1192392775851266207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/winters-citysidecrystal-bits-of_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNMdTD8MmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eS7ymVdkRko/s72-c/Abril+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-9186011040344918912</id><published>2009-04-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:28:20.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNG8Mk6ToI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3FbcoUZD6dY/s1600-h/Abril+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328680784091565698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNG8Mk6ToI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3FbcoUZD6dY/s320/Abril+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winters citysideCrystal bits of snowflakes all around my head and in the windI had no illusionsThat Id ever find a glimps of summers heatwaves in your eyesYou did what you did to me, now its history I seeHeres my comeback on the road againThings will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, its easy when your big in japanWhen your big in japan, tonightBig in japan, be tight, big in japan where the eastern seas so blueBig in japan, alright, pay, then Ill sleep by your sideThings are easy when youre big in japan, when youre big in japanNeon on my naked skinPassing silhouettes of strange illuminated mannequinsShall I stay here at the zooOr shall I go and change my point of view for other ugly scenesYou did what you did to me, now its history I see...Things will happen while they canI will wait here for my man tonight, its easy when youre big in japan. (&lt;strong&gt; Big In Japan - Alphaville&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-9186011040344918912?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9186011040344918912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/9186011040344918912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/winters-citysidecrystal-bits-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SfNG8Mk6ToI/AAAAAAAAAHM/3FbcoUZD6dY/s72-c/Abril+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-4538309050578663081</id><published>2009-04-22T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:47:50.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Se-2Dgkv5VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bdYiLzIdu4g/s1600-h/Imagen+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327677055602517330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Se-2Dgkv5VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bdYiLzIdu4g/s320/Imagen+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17Don’t matter if I step on the sceneOr sneak away to the PhilippinesThey still gonna put pictures of my derrière in the magazineYou want a piece of me?You want a piece of me…I’m Miss bad media karmaAnother day, another dramaGuess I can’t see the harmIn working and being a mamaAnd with a kid on my armI’m still an exceptional earnerYou want a piece of meI’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. ‘You want a piece of me?’Tryin’ and pissin’ me offWell get in line with the paparazziWho’s flippin’ me offHopin’ I’ll resort to some havocEnd up settlin’ in courtNow are you sure you want a piece of me?I’m Mrs. ‘Most likely to get on the TV for slippin’ on the streets’When getting the groceries, no, for real..Are you kidding me?No wonder there's panic in the industryI mean, please, do you want a piece of me?I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin(You want a piece of me)I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17Don’t matter if I step on the sceneOr sneak away to the PhilippinesThere still gon' be pictures of my derrière in the magazineYou want a piece of me?You want a piece of me…You want a piece of me?I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Oh my God that Britney’s Shameless(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in(You want a piece of me)I’m Mrs. she’s too big now she’s too thin(You want a piece of me)You want a piece of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Piece Of Me - Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-4538309050578663081?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4538309050578663081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/4538309050578663081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-miss-american-dream-since-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Se-2Dgkv5VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bdYiLzIdu4g/s72-c/Imagen+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-400735155342827537.post-3565029028858087432</id><published>2009-04-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:41:13.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Se-qmd4aDOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/04QolXbr3qc/s1600-h/Imagen+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327664462035553506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Se-qmd4aDOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/04QolXbr3qc/s320/Imagen+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every time they turn the lights downJust want to go that extra mile for you [you, you]Public Display of AffectionFeels like no one else in the room&lt;br /&gt;We can get down like theres no one aroundWe keep on rockin’ [keep on rockin’]We keep on rockin’ [keep on rockin’]Cameras are flashin’ while we’re dirty dancin’They keep watchin’ [They keep watchin’]Keep watchin’Feels like the crowd is saying..&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Gimme More, Gimme MoreGimme Gimme More, Gimme Gimme MoreGimme Gimme Gimme More Gimme Gimme MoreGimme More Gimme Gimme MoreGimme Gimme More Gimme Gimme Gimme More&lt;br /&gt;The center of attention [Can you feel it?]Even when you’re up against the wallYou got me in a crazy position [yeah]If you’re on a mission, you got my permission love&lt;br /&gt;We can get down like there’s no one aroundThey keep on walkin’ [keep on walkin’]They keep on walkin’, walkin’..Cameras are flashin’ while we’re dirty dancin’They keep watchin’ [keep watchin’]Keep watchin’ [then it feels like the crowd is sayin’]&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Gimme More, Gimme MoreGimme Gimme More, Gimme Gimme MoreGimme Gimme Gimme More Gimme Gimme MoreGimme More Gimme Gimme MoreGimme Gimme More Gimme Gimme Gimme More&lt;br /&gt;[I just can’t control myself][Ohhhh][Baby you want more love? Well I’m gonna give you more..][Owww!] &lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;strong&gt;Gimme More - Britney Spears&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/400735155342827537-3565029028858087432?l=causaryser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3565029028858087432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/400735155342827537/posts/default/3565029028858087432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://causaryser.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-time-they-turn-lights-downjust.html' title=''/><author><name>Astrid Salomé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05409731195064120839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/SoN1TCFm6eI/AAAAAAAAAcM/egPm_1hOhQ0/S220/Snapshot_20090812.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3OQvtD5eLE/Se-qmd4aDOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/04QolXbr3qc/s72-c/Imagen+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
