<?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-497322900198842353</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:33:52.962-03:00</updated><category term='era una ternuraa *-*'/><category term='bru bru'/><category term='asi empezo la noche *-)'/><category term='Mi sobrina hermosa'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>Nice Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-7423872125841205649</id><published>2009-11-12T20:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:48:13.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A la orilla de la chimenea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Svyet45O2CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SHfkELCsw2c/s1600-h/Imagen+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Svyet45O2CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SHfkELCsw2c/s320/Imagen+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403368164141488162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puedo ponerme cursi y decir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tus labios me saben igual que los labios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que beso en mis sueños,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puedo ponerme triste y decir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me basta con ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tu enemigo, tu todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu esclavo, tu fiebre, tu dueño.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si quieres tambien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puedo ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tu estacion y tu tren,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu mal y tu bien,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu pan y tu vino,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu pecado, tu dios, tu asesino…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tal vez esa sombra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que se tumba a tu lado en la alfombra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a la orilla de la chimenea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a esperar que suba la marea.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puedo ponerme humilde y decir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no soy el mejor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me falta valor para atarte a mi cama,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puedo ponerme digno y decir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“toma mi direccion cuando te hartes de amores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;baratos de un rato… me llamas”.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si quieres tambien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puedo ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tu trapecio y tu red,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu adios y tu “ven”,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu manta y tu frio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu resaca, tu lunes, tu hastio…&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tal vez ese viento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te arranca del aburrimiento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y te deja abrazada a una duda,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;en mitad de la calle y desnuda.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si quieres tambien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puedo ser &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tu abogado y tu juez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu miedo y tu fe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu noche y tu dia.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu rencor, tu por que, tu agonia…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tal vez esa sombra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que se tumba a tu lado en la alfombra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a la orilla de la chimenea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a esperar que suba la marea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-7423872125841205649?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7423872125841205649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=7423872125841205649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7423872125841205649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7423872125841205649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-orilla-de-la-chimenea.html' title='A la orilla de la chimenea'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Svyet45O2CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SHfkELCsw2c/s72-c/Imagen+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2647613644572313663</id><published>2009-10-08T15:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:42:47.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La vereda de la puerta de atras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Ss4ycj3CFaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1ehqGw8TU9o/s1600-h/1224864844144_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Ss4ycj3CFaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1ehqGw8TU9o/s320/1224864844144_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301270252852642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Si no fuera porque hice colocado el camino de tu espera, me habría desconectado;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;condenado a mirarte desde fuera y dejar que te tocara el sol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Y si fuera mi vida una escalera, me la he pasado entera buscando el siguiente escalón, convencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; que estás en el tejado esperando a ver si llego yo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Y dejar de lado la vereda de la puerta de atrás por donde te vi marchar, como una regadera que la hierba hace que vuelva a brotar, y ahora es todo campo ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sus soldados son flores de madera y mi ejército no tiene bandera, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;es sólo un corazón condenado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a vivir entre maleza sembrando flores de algodón.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Si me espera la muerte traicionera y antes de repartirme del todo, me veo en un cajón, que me entierren con la picha por fuera pa que se la coma un ratón.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Y muere a todas horas gente dentro de mi televisor ; quiero oír alguna canción que no hable de sandeces y que diga que no sobra el amor y que empiece en sí y no en no.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Y dejar de lado la vereda de la puerta de atrás por donde te vi marchar como una regadera que la hierba hace que vuelva a brotar y ahora es todo campo ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Dices que a veces no comprendes qué dice mi voz .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; -¿Cómo quieres que esté dentro de tu ombligo?-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Si entre los dedos se me escapa volando una flor y ella solita va marcando el camino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Dices que a veces no comprendes qué dice mi voz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ¿Cómo quieres que yo sepa lo que digo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si entre los dedos se me escapa volando una flor y yo la dejo que me marque el camino.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2647613644572313663?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2647613644572313663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2647613644572313663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2647613644572313663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2647613644572313663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-vereda-de-la-puerta-de-atras.html' title='La vereda de la puerta de atras'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Ss4ycj3CFaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1ehqGw8TU9o/s72-c/1224864844144_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-3005333632418470031</id><published>2009-09-24T22:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:20:12.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voy a beber hasta recordarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SrwassXlO7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/elReLU_IZqM/s1600-h/Imagen+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SrwassXlO7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/elReLU_IZqM/s320/Imagen+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385208609554906034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No voy a parar de beber hasta recordarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no voy a parar de beber para no olvidarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;llenáme el vaso otra vez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y llena mi alma después&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;quiero volver a sentir lo de antes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Estoy solo sin remedio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nuestro amor fue solo un sueño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sombras muertas corazones de diseño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero volver a sentir que soy tu dueño&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No voy a parar de beber hasta recordarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no voy a parar de beber para no olvidarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;llenáme el vaso otra vez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y llena mi alma después&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;quiero volver a sentir lo de antes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabes bien que fui tu espejo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y ahora me hablas y estoy lejos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;quiero volver a vivir los años de adoración&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;en que yo era para tí y éramos dos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No voy a parar de beber hasta recordarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no voy a parar de beber para no olvidarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;llenáme el vaso otra vez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y llena mi alma después&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;quiero volver a sentir lo de antes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Estoy solo sin remedio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nuestro amor fue solo un sueño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sombras muertas corazones de diseño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero volver a sentir que soy tu dueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-3005333632418470031?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3005333632418470031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=3005333632418470031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/3005333632418470031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/3005333632418470031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/voy-beber-hasta-recordarte.html' title='Voy a beber hasta recordarte'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SrwassXlO7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/elReLU_IZqM/s72-c/Imagen+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-5856656658960596296</id><published>2009-09-22T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:34:10.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amaneciendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si te extraño no es extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si me caigo es por vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;En la calle dicen que somos felices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Y no existe la razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;De dejarte para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Cuando fuiste mucho más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Que mi eterna compañera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Y que hiciste lo que quieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Por que así lo quise yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Creo que esta amaneciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lo que voy haciendo me pone peor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Pero yo vivo a mi forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin regla ni norma es mucho mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Si te digo que lo pienso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Iría preso por amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A la gente que segura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Y a los otros que se asustan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;No saben quien soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Y tu sexo más profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Y tu golpe de vagón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido te pido que te hagas amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De la noche y el dolor&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/497322900198842353-5856656658960596296?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5856656658960596296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5856656658960596296' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5856656658960596296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5856656658960596296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/amaneciendo.html' title='Amaneciendo'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6899163720711111461</id><published>2009-09-18T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:26:42.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contigo Aprendi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SrQW-993FmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/D9TTgs_kSr0/s1600-h/contigo+aprendi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SqBbj6-X9SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tq5AKL4JC64/s1600-h/tommi+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SqBbj6-X9SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tq5AKL4JC64/s320/tommi+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377398627764794658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Como te digo que te extraño mas que nunca, que quisiera abrazarte y no soltarte.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy yo se que tenes alas y volas a mi lado siempre cuidandome! pero quiero tenerte conmigo para abrazarte para reir, para pasar este dia que es tan tuyo juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Un dia me regalaste una amistad y a partir de ese dia todo de a poco fue cambiando, desde abrazos risas y borracheras juntos, hasta ganas de golpearte porque realmente me sacabas de loca, hoy lo unico que te puedo decir es feliz cumple xque los angeles tmb crecen! aunque me gustaria mas tirarte las orejas y matear con vos tomy! pero de a poco voy entendiendo que por un tiempito no nos vamos a ver! pero cuando estemos juntos otra vez te voy a dar miles de abrazos, todos los que voy acumulando dia a dia solo para vos.&lt;br /&gt;Tu risa, tus locuras todas esas cosas que tenias que eran tan tuyas, esa forma de ser, siempre tan bueno con los demas, son cosas que dejaste marcadas para siempre en mi corazon y que jamas voy a olvidar. &lt;br /&gt;Espero que donde estes sea donde sea la hayas pasado bien amigo, este dia es tuyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sos un angel con 17 añitos, un angel que nos acompañara por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miro al cielo, se que la estrella mas brillante sos vos diciendome "hey aca estoy acompañandote siempre", se que nunca vas a dejar de vivir en mi corazon xque ahi te mudaste el dia que nos conocimos a ese pedacito de mi corazon que de a poquito te fuiste ganando y al poco tiempo ya era tuyo. &lt;br /&gt;En mi corazon nadie puede lastimarte, dia a dia toco mi pecho y miro al cielo esperando ver tu sonrisa y poder abrazarte otra vez. &lt;br /&gt;Me falto compartir mil cosas con vos amigos, pero las pocas que compartimos fueron hermosas, nos falto festejar tu cumple juntos, nos falto el HOY! &lt;br /&gt;Gracias por todos los momentos que compartimos amigo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felices 17 Tomy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los angeles tmb crecen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-4157088133139656812?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4157088133139656812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=4157088133139656812' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/4157088133139656812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/4157088133139656812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/hasta-el-cielo-feliz-cumple-tommy.html' title='Hasta el cielo FELIZ CUMPLE!!! 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Cuando yo te vuelva a ver todo sera como ayer. Sigo mirando fotos, hablando solo"&lt;br /&gt;"Brindo una vez mas por mis amigos los que solo estan en mi corazon y aunque ya no esten aca conmigo porque ya se fueron y no volveran."&lt;br /&gt;"Que desde el cielo tu mires, no te he dejado de esperar. Que desde el cielo tu me mimes, yo no te dejaré de amar. Cada noche yo me escapo a verte, las estrellas son mis confidentes, se que en alguna de ellas me esperas. Necesito tanto tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;me hace falta lo que tú me dabas y ahora solo un deseo me persigue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DEMASIADO DIFICIL SEGUIR SIN QUE NO ESTES!!! &lt;br /&gt;COMO QUISIERA QUE TODO FUERA MENTIRA Y VERTE REIR COMO SIEMPRE, COMO QUISIERA PODER CRUZARTE, PODER ABRAZARTE.&lt;br /&gt;ME HUBIESE GUSTADO DECIRTE LO MUCHO QUE SOS EN MI VIDA, ME HUBIESE GUSTADO ABRAZARTE PARA NO SOLTARTE Y QUE NO TE VAYAS NUNCA!&lt;br /&gt;QUIERO TANTO QUE VUELVAS AMIGO! ES TAN EXTRAÑO QUE YA NO ESTES CON NOSOTROS!&lt;br /&gt;ALGUNAS VECES TE VEO EN MIS SUEÑOS, Y PIENSO EN QUEDARME A VIVIR EN EL CON VOS! &lt;br /&gt;ES TAN HERMOSO PENSAR QUE SEGUIS A MI LADO EN CADA PASO QUE DOY, ES TAN HERMOSO PODER ABRAZARTE EN MI ALMA! &lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO OLVIDARTE Y NO QUIERO HACERLO!!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMAS FOR EVER AND EVER!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-902685271757217481?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/902685271757217481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=902685271757217481' title='0 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sot1KvqPxZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AoJYlXSP6wY/s72-c/BLOG+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-5430825143661790236</id><published>2009-08-12T21:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:38:31.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I gotta leave u alone,&lt;br /&gt;u’re the one that I want&lt;br /&gt;I want u to be happy&lt;br /&gt;But just stay on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t love each other at all&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t live it and we know&lt;br /&gt;All about what we have to do&lt;br /&gt;All about what we’re feeling now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t command our feelings&lt;br /&gt;By our mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We can’t choose who we’ll love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This true care, this true love&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be real&lt;br /&gt;All we want, all we build&lt;br /&gt;By these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t love each other at all&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t live it and we know&lt;br /&gt;All about what we have to do&lt;br /&gt;All about what we’re feeling now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won’t take it from us&lt;br /&gt;They can’t cut our breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They can’t give what we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can’t build what we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love can reveal us&lt;br /&gt;Our true soul&lt;br /&gt;The love can reveal us&lt;br /&gt;Our true meaning of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t love each other at all&lt;br /&gt;If we can’t live it and we know&lt;br /&gt;All about what we have to do&lt;br /&gt;All about what we’re feeling now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-5430825143661790236?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5430825143661790236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5430825143661790236' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5430825143661790236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5430825143661790236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-about.html' title='All about'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2551853842783199969</id><published>2009-08-10T23:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:45:29.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SoDpUBEnE_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/lD5kzZvSVRc/s1600-h/Avril+Lavigne+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SoDpUBEnE_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/lD5kzZvSVRc/s400/Avril+Lavigne+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368547285920060402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Why  do   u  always do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why  couldn’t  u just see through me?&lt;br /&gt;How come u act like this&lt;br /&gt;Like u just don’t care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u expect me to believe&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one to fall?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel i could feel u near me,&lt;br /&gt;Even though u’re&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel i could feel u baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to feel this way &lt;br /&gt;I nedd u, i need u&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need u, i need u, i need u&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are u and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do u think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, listen to what we’re not saying&lt;br /&gt;Let’s play, a different game than what we’re playing&lt;br /&gt;Try, to look at me and really see my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u expect me to believe i’m gonna let us fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel i could feel o near, me even when u’re&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel i could feel u baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I need u, i need u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need u, I need u, I need u&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are u and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, u think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and think about whatever u need to think about&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and dream about whatever&lt;br /&gt;U need to dream about&lt;br /&gt;And come back to me&lt;br /&gt;When u know just how u feel,&lt;br /&gt;U feel&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel u near me,&lt;br /&gt;Even though u ‘re far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel u baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It’s not supposed to hurt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need u. I need u&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need u, I need u. I need u.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need u. I need u&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It’s not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need u, I need u. I need u.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are u and me still togeteher?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do u think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;/blockquote&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/497322900198842353-2551853842783199969?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2551853842783199969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2551853842783199969' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2551853842783199969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2551853842783199969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SoDpUBEnE_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/lD5kzZvSVRc/s72-c/Avril+Lavigne+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-150178136519603665</id><published>2009-07-12T12:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:19:43.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln_BWXYoJI/AAAAAAAAATs/GVOcPFaL33A/s1600-h/Avril+Lavigne+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln_BWXYoJI/AAAAAAAAATs/GVOcPFaL33A/s400/Avril+Lavigne+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357593630382530706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey hey you you I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey  you you I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way You know it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine I want you mine You're so delicious&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time you're so addictive&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know what I can do to make you feel all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious&lt;br /&gt;And how, yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you like me too and you know I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever you can do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now and that's what everyone's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way you know it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey you you I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the way I see the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And even when you look away&lt;br /&gt;I know you think of me I know you talk about me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come over here tell me what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;That I'll, yeah, make your girlfriend disappear&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you say her name ever again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever and you can do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now and that's what everyone's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other  so when it's gonna sink in?&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other so when it's gonna sink in?&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you...&lt;br /&gt;No way...&lt;br /&gt;Hey you...&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-150178136519603665?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/150178136519603665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=150178136519603665' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/150178136519603665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/150178136519603665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/girlfriend.html' title='Girlfriend'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln_BWXYoJI/AAAAAAAAATs/GVOcPFaL33A/s72-c/Avril+Lavigne+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-8596659313806970613</id><published>2009-07-10T19:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:37:43.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SlfCrBMJhoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8SqCvbu_GPw/s1600-h/avril+lavigne+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SlfCrBMJhoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8SqCvbu_GPw/s320/avril+lavigne+05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356964326090049154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching every motion&lt;br /&gt;In my foolish lovers game&lt;br /&gt;On this endless ocean&lt;br /&gt;Finally lovers know no shame&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place inside&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching I keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;still anticipating love&lt;br /&gt;never hesitating	&lt;br /&gt;To become the fated ones	&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning &lt;br /&gt;To some secret place to hide &lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion &lt;br /&gt;As you turn to me and say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the hourglass I saw you&lt;br /&gt;In time you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;When the mirror crashed I called you&lt;br /&gt;and turned to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;If only for today&lt;br /&gt;I am unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching every motion&lt;br /&gt;in this foolish lovers game&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by the notion&lt;br /&gt;somewhere theres a love in flames&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;to some secret place inside&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn my way and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-8596659313806970613?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8596659313806970613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=8596659313806970613' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/8596659313806970613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/8596659313806970613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/watching-every-motion-in-my-foolish.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SlfCrBMJhoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8SqCvbu_GPw/s72-c/avril+lavigne+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2269094338008865288</id><published>2009-05-31T19:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:27:48.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El infierno esta encantador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SiMDyQ-g-KI/AAAAAAAAASE/R5cuko8RSJI/s1600-h/la+muchachada+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SiMDyQ-g-KI/AAAAAAAAASE/R5cuko8RSJI/s320/la+muchachada+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342117745077057698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Pueden beber acaso el vino por ustedes envasado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puede alguien decirme, me voy a comer tu dolor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;y repetirme, te voy a salvar esta noche...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Por que no te dejas de pensar en labios que besan frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;, para cerrar un ojo y ver, cuantos cuernos tiene el diablo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2269094338008865288?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2269094338008865288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2269094338008865288' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2269094338008865288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2269094338008865288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-infierno-esta-encantador.html' title='El infierno esta encantador'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SiMDyQ-g-KI/AAAAAAAAASE/R5cuko8RSJI/s72-c/la+muchachada+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2468006968113984292</id><published>2009-05-18T20:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:25:31.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que tu mano no me suelte, que tus sueños no despierten la calma de mi cuerpo al dormir abrazada a ti, te quiero a mi lado en cada paso, quiero verte reir como nunca, y que la magia de tu risa transpase mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Escalar una montaña de algodón, pilotear un avion  de sueños rotos, nadar en un charco de miel, anudar una cuerda de acero, apagar la llama de un corazón ardiente. Cualquier cosa es más fácil que olvidar tu amor tan lejano.&lt;br /&gt;Toma esta flor en ella te regalo mi amor, si prometes cuidarla, te prometo que regresare a tu lado. Hey los dos sabemos que eso no es cierto. Ni tu cuidas  la flor, ni yo muero por tu amor, basta de pavadas los dos sabemos la verdad, esto es suficiente no da para mas.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida a tu lado es pura indecision, te tengo, te rechazo, te pierdo y me lamento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2468006968113984292?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2468006968113984292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2468006968113984292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2468006968113984292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2468006968113984292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-tu-mano-no-me-suelte-que-tus-suenos.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6977215718778170557</id><published>2009-04-17T00:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:34:12.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sef4F9ymPVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yToFdi3wdak/s1600-h/1223572378359_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sef4F9ymPVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yToFdi3wdak/s320/1223572378359_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325497865758719314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Tiradas en el piso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fotos rotas encontré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La habitación en llamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;No me duele saber&lt;br /&gt;Que todo termino&lt;br /&gt;Que todo ya paso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vos que no dudabas&lt;br /&gt;De nuestra eternidad&lt;br /&gt;Te pido corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que vuelvas a mirar&lt;br /&gt;Por que a tu alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Ya nada es igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y caminar por el balcón&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es una tentación&lt;br /&gt;Decime la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Si total no voy a saltar&lt;br /&gt;Espero una respuesta&lt;br /&gt;A tanta confusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando algo se quiebra&lt;br /&gt;Y esos pedazos caen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mis manos que te sueltan&lt;br /&gt;Por miedo a fracasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida me enseño&lt;br /&gt;Que no hay más de un adiós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en cristal, mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te guarde&lt;br /&gt;Hoy armo mi camino&lt;br /&gt;Y a la cuenta de tres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yo brindo por tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Estupida razón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-6977215718778170557?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6977215718778170557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=6977215718778170557' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6977215718778170557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6977215718778170557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiradas-en-el-piso-fotos-rotas-encontre.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sef4F9ymPVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yToFdi3wdak/s72-c/1223572378359_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-7068449543559172630</id><published>2009-02-27T01:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:53:31.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SadjlxzaIiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3CiWrWJqrqo/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SadjlxzaIiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3CiWrWJqrqo/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307320186554688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Todo este tiempo callado escuchando una a una todas las excusas que me has inventado, luego de golpear mi corazón. Una por una fueron enfermando a este amor, que ya ves hoy esta agonizando y la cura no esta en tus palabras entiéndelo, prometes a cambio de que me quede dar vida a este amor que ya vez hoy se muere. Estuve pensando justo antes de hablarte y te juro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no encontré un solo motivo para seguirte amando, un solo motivo para estar a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; y hacerme la idea que nunca me hiciste sufrir. Un solo motivo fuera de tus palabras que pudieran calmar todas mis lágrimas pero fue en vano no sientes nada por mi&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/497322900198842353-7068449543559172630?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7068449543559172630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=7068449543559172630' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7068449543559172630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7068449543559172630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/todo-este-tiempo-callado-escuchando-una.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SadjlxzaIiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/3CiWrWJqrqo/s72-c/Imagen+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6515422099177610743</id><published>2009-02-01T14:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:29:31.761-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SYXN2nfOXWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1Oq-_EDcvrg/s1600-h/sui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SYXN2nfOXWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1Oq-_EDcvrg/s320/sui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297866874867834210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Me echó de su cuarto gritándome: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"no tienes profesión"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Tuve que enfrentarme a mi condición,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; En invierno no hay sol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y aunque digan que va ser muy fácil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Es muy duro poder mejorar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Hace frío y me falta un abrigo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y me pesa el hambre de esperar...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Quién me dará algo para fumar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; O casa en que vivir?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Sé que entre las calles debes estar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Pero no se partir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y la radio nos confunde a todos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Sin dinero la pasaré mal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Si se comen mi carne los lobos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; No podré robarles la mitad.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Dios es empleado en un mostrador&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Da para recibir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Quién me dará un crédito, mi señor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Solo se sonreir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y tal vez esperé demasiado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Quisiera que estuviera aquí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Cerrarán la puerta de éste infierno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y es posible que me quiera ir.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Conseguí licor y me emborraché&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; En el baño de un bar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Fui a dar a la calle de un puntapié&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y me sentí muy mal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y si bien yo nunca había bebido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; En la cárcel tuve que acabar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; La fianza la pagó un amigo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Las heridas son del oficial.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Hace cuatro años que estoy aquí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y no quiero salir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Ya no paso frío y soy feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Mi cuarto da al jardín.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Y aunque a veces me acuerdo de ella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; (dibujé su cara en la pared)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Solamente muero los domingos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Y los lunes ya me siento bien...&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/497322900198842353-6515422099177610743?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SYXN2nfOXWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1Oq-_EDcvrg/s72-c/sui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-7055983294176908695</id><published>2008-11-09T23:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:38:18.760-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SReN_3xfg9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/gfkfX8tkHZQ/s1600-h/Imagen+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SReN_3xfg9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/gfkfX8tkHZQ/s320/Imagen+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266834417675895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscabas la moneda de la suerte en fondo del vaso que ya te habias tomado.&lt;br /&gt;Sin hallarte en ninguna parte decidiste regresar, como siempre a ese lugar del que nunca saliste.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre encerrado en el mismo infierno, sin salida, sin saber que hacer de ti, con un destino incierto, sin saber donde partir.&lt;br /&gt;Y tus sueños y esperanzas se marchitan, como el malvon que dejaste olvidado en el cuarto de invitados al que ya nadie quiere pasar.&lt;br /&gt;La humedad de la amarga soledad, quiere atraparte y llevarte a ningun lugar, donde conociste a ese nadie que parecia ser especial, pero como todo en tu vida un dia se fue para no regresar.&lt;br /&gt;No es xque te sientas mal, pero que bien te haria encontrar la moneda que tanto anelas, y subirte a un tren que te lleve a ese lugar lejos del cuarto de invitados olvidado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SQXs9jiWVCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5qLS-1bl7u0/s320/Imagen+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261872281907778594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero perder el valor que gane por miedosoo&lt;br /&gt;y quiero correr por ahi mientras trepo un cometa&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Quiero inventarle otra letra al abecedario!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2420000130493004170?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2420000130493004170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2420000130493004170' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-1076838925946828026</id><published>2008-10-06T09:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:16:27.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antologia</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Para amarte necesito una razón y es difícil creer que no exista una más que este amor,&lt;br /&gt;sobra tanto dentro de este corazón que a pesar de que dicen que los años son sabios&lt;br /&gt;todavia se siente el dolor, porque todo el tiempo que pasé junto a ti dejo tejido su hilo&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi y aprendí a quitarle al tiempo los segundos tú mi hiciste ver el cielo aún más&lt;br /&gt;profundo junto a ti creo que aumenté más de 3 kilos con tus tantos dulces besos repartidos&lt;br /&gt;dessarollaste mi sentido del olfato y fué por ti que aprendí a querer los gatos despegaste&lt;br /&gt;del cemento mis zapatos para escapar los dos volando un rato.&lt;br /&gt;Pero olvidaste una final instruccion porque aún no sé como vivir sin tu amor, y descubrí lo que&lt;br /&gt;significa una rosa me enseñaste decir mentiras piadosas para poder a verte a horas no adecuadas&lt;br /&gt;y a reemplazar palabras por miradas y fué por ti que escribí más de 100 canciones y hasta&lt;br /&gt;perdoné tus equivocaciones, y conocí más de mil formas de besar y fué por ti que descrubí&lt;br /&gt;lo que es amar.. lo que es amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-1076838925946828026?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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edificios, que el hombre construyo para no ver su realidad... Después de olvidar todo lo que sufrimos volveremos a ver tras la ventana de los sueños al hombre pequeño que dejamos atras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB4mIrohI/AAAAAAAAALc/3iBTFJ-eXug/s1600-h/Imagen+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB4mIrohI/AAAAAAAAALc/3iBTFJ-eXug/s320/Imagen+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955075848348178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Caer al vacio, dejando  que nos lleve el tiempo, hoy no hay miedo a lastimarse.. arrojemonos de un decimo piso, donde la vista no es mas que escombros de tu corazón arruinado de dolor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB4yjodOI/AAAAAAAAALk/bGxdKZNv5ss/s1600-h/Imagen+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB4yjodOI/AAAAAAAAALk/bGxdKZNv5ss/s320/Imagen+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955079182611682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Miras hacia arriba, con los ojos al cielo y no ves mas que paredes que el hombre construyo para dejar atras sus sueños, sus tristezas, sus más profundos anhelos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB41Me08I/AAAAAAAAALs/wP4IxtMZywQ/s1600-h/Imagen+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB41Me08I/AAAAAAAAALs/wP4IxtMZywQ/s320/Imagen+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955079890817986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB5NdS2GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KVaDX_JGWSQ/s1600-h/Imagen+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB5NdS2GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KVaDX_JGWSQ/s320/Imagen+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955086403786850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Arrojemonos en las autopistas de la ciudad de la furia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2034076842161454098?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2034076842161454098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2034076842161454098' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2034076842161454098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2034076842161454098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/despus-que-pase-la-tormenta-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SLSB4cRMEMI/AAAAAAAAALU/AH4jRjZ3zhk/s72-c/Imagen+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-8139744357273745301</id><published>2008-08-13T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:22:36.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Entraste sin preguntar,&lt;br /&gt;acomodaste tu risa en mi cama sin sueños.&lt;br /&gt;La tarde tartamudeaba&lt;br /&gt;sus primeras sombras en el ventanal.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te empezaba a contar&lt;br /&gt;que no puedo convidar más que promesas rotas,&lt;br /&gt;vos te burlaste al oído:&lt;br /&gt;'Mentime despacio, servime otra copa...'.&lt;br /&gt;Y me invitaste a pasear a la orilla de tus tobillos,&lt;br /&gt;y antes que el sol nos salpique dijiste:&lt;br /&gt;'Adiós cantor, no tomes frío...'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde vas a dormir esta noche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesa tibia de besos lerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Dónde vas a dormir esta noche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tanto invierno ladrando por ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería lo que no fui&lt;br /&gt;con tal de verte asomada al balcón de mis penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tu ausencia es como un zarpaso&lt;br /&gt;de días fallutos que no pasan más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría disimular pero el olor de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;se acurrucó entre mis cosas...&lt;br /&gt;Asíque como un imbécil&lt;br /&gt;te escribo canciones que besan la lona.&lt;br /&gt;Y me sacaste a bailar a la sombra&lt;br /&gt;de tu vestido.&lt;br /&gt;Y antes de juntar la ropa dijiste:&lt;br /&gt;'Ni se te ocurra soñar conmigo...'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Dónde vas a dormir esta noche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesa tibia de besos lerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Dónde vas a dormir esta noche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tanto frío ladrando por ahí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Dónde vas a dormir esta noche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesa tibia de besos lerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Dónde vas a dormir esta noche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tanto invierno ladrando por ahí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-8139744357273745301?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8139744357273745301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=8139744357273745301' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/8139744357273745301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/8139744357273745301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/entraste-sin-preguntar-acomodaste-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2355768643339301635</id><published>2008-08-08T23:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:26:12.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hoy es dia de poner las cosas en la balanza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;POSITIVO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Amistad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;NEGATIVO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;amilia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Salud&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/497322900198842353-2355768643339301635?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2355768643339301635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2355768643339301635' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2355768643339301635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2355768643339301635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoy-es-dia-de-poner-las-cosas-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-5145500712869088335</id><published>2008-08-06T22:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:29:12.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                         ¿a dónde fue el fasito que no volverá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿a dónde fue tu risa que me hacia volar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿dónde quedo el porro que me ilusiono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿a dónde la coca de tu corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; y se va como todo se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; como el agua del rio hacia el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; y se va como todo se va...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; El tiempo que paso y no supe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;los fasos que ya no quieren volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Dónde estan,, dónde estan los fasos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; los dias que sabiamos fumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; la brisa que llegaba desde el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Dónde estan,, dónde estan los fasos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿a dónde fue tu cara de felicidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿a dónde estan los porros que supimos quemar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿dónde quedo el faso que no volverá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿los fasos que quemamos en cualquier lugar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; y se va como todo se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; como el agua del rio hacia el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; y se va como todo se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; El tiempo que paso y no supe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; las horas que ya no quieren volver,,*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Dónde estan,, dónde estan los fasos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; los dias que sabiamos fumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; la brisa que llegaba desde el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Dónde estan,, dónde estan los fasos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; El tiempo que paso y no supe ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; las lineas que ya no quieren volver!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Dónde estan,, dónde estan los fasos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; los dias que sabiamos aspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; la brisa que llegaba desde el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Dónde estan,, dónde estan los fasos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SE SE CADA DIA MAS LIMADA :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-5145500712869088335?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5145500712869088335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5145500712869088335' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5145500712869088335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5145500712869088335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/dnde-fue-el-fasito-que-no-volver-dnde.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-4955482804755841994</id><published>2008-08-04T13:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:44:32.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Te juntas con amigos en una esquina a no hacer nada, se miran entre todos a ver quien arranca, y mientras caminan van despreocupados quemando papeles que nada tienen que ver con la realidad, absurdos comentarios hacen de la vida, cosas sin sentido y alguna que otra risa, despues de un rato todos estan perdidos cada uno en su mente, tal vez compartiendo el flash con alguno del grupo, tal vez todos en la misma. Pasa el tiempo y se miran a ver quien arranca el proximo, repitiendo la misma historia, luego van a casa a tomar algo para matar la papa... el cerebro se te pierde entre el faso y el alcohol y vos quedas tirado pensando en llegar hasta la cama o quedarte tirado en un sillon, no te importa lo que piensen, siempre alguno queda mal parado, y tal vez ni cuenta se den y puedas dormir un rato y llegar justo para cuando todos estan levantando. Ves el plato preparado y te pones a hacer cola como si  tuvieras que pagar algun impuesto y cuando te toca ya tienes el billete preparado para disfrutar, cada uno toma lo suyo y parten hacia algun lugar, todos juntos a pasar un buen rato como suelen hacerlo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-4955482804755841994?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4955482804755841994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=4955482804755841994' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/4955482804755841994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/4955482804755841994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/te-juntas-con-amigos-en-una-esquina-no.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-1766396262845573663</id><published>2008-07-29T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:25:52.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Te perdi como siempre que pierdo las mejores cosas, te deje olvidado entre valijas y mariposas, y asi te perdi como siempre pierdo las mejores cosas, como el aire que se escapa entre las plantas, te perdi.. jugue sin miedo a nada y al final te perdi, y ahora juegas al amor con otra y de mi nada, y voy quedando en el tiempo, y para ti ya no soy ni un recuerdo, y te vas alejando como todo de mi se aleja... y te fui perdiendo sin darme cuenta, y aun extraño tus caricias y aun me duele tu dolor y aun lloro por tu amor, y asi te fui perdiendo y asi se fue muriendo nuestro amor. Hoy ya nada ha quedado, solo queda el dolor, solo queda el recuerdo guardado en mi corazon, xque quiero decir basta, xque se que te perdi, xque para ti yo soy nada, pero tu eres todo para mi... y asi te perdi como siempre que pierdo las mejores cosas  ... i miss you bonito :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-1766396262845573663?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1766396262845573663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=1766396262845573663' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/1766396262845573663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/1766396262845573663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-5274231948347713251</id><published>2008-07-23T14:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:54:52.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y otra vez vuelves a caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y otra vez el viento envuelve tu piel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;una y otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y vas cayendo a sus pies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como aves que desplazan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como el agua se derrama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vuelvo a caer, vuelvo creer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y otra vez, y otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el telefono sonaba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero nadie lo escuchaba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y seguiamos creyendo en el amoooor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como un aguilaba volaban &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como un niño el jugaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tus  sueños no eran nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;si no estaba el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y una y otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tu cuerpo te pedia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;con caricias otra brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y todo fueee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y cuando todo terminaba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;como el agua en las montañas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo empezaba otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y todo el fin de semana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu cabeza despertaba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando en tu unico amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[voy a empezar a poner marca registrada ¬¬ para que no me roben las cosas]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-5274231948347713251?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5274231948347713251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5274231948347713251' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5274231948347713251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5274231948347713251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-otra-vez-vuelves-caer-y-otra-vez-el.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6079897521166162033</id><published>2008-07-21T19:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:56:58.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Te propongo algo nuevo&lt;/span&gt;, te propongo querernos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;te propongo jugar un rato en lo mas alto de mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sin miedo a las alturas, sin miedo a caer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te propongo pilotar sueños despiertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;, en donde nuestro avion sea el amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Te propongo nadar en un lago de sentimientos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;y ahogarnos juntos los dos. te propongo juntar las iniciales de nuestros nombres para formar una sonrisa. Te propongo con colores pintar la brisa que pasa por mi cuerpo cuando me acaricias. Te propongo algo muy loco, algo fuera de lo comun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;te propongo una canción que no hable de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;, que hable de la vida que juntos o separados llevamos los dos. Te propongo que me escuches cuando te hablo con los ojos, te propongo que me acaricies cuando estoy a tu lado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te propongo el pasto verde, las arañas y mi corazon!&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/497322900198842353-6079897521166162033?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6079897521166162033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=6079897521166162033' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6079897521166162033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6079897521166162033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/te-propongo-algo-nuevo-te-propongo.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-780782080118542758</id><published>2008-07-17T13:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:51:37.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;01. Si fuera una fruta sería:&lt;/span&gt; Naranja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;02. Si fuera un color sería:&lt;/span&gt; Azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;03. Si fuera un animal sería:&lt;/span&gt; Gato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;04. Si fuera un día sería:&lt;/span&gt; Sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;05. Si fuera un electrodoméstico sería:&lt;/span&gt; PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;06. Si fuera un nombre sería:&lt;/span&gt; Agustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;07. Si fuera un cuento infantil sería:&lt;/span&gt; La Sirenita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;08. Si fuera una prenda sería:&lt;/span&gt; Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;09. Si fuera una joya sería: &lt;/span&gt;Aros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;10. Si fuera un objeto sería:&lt;/span&gt; Cenicero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;11. Si fuera un árbol sería:&lt;/span&gt; Acacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;12. Si fuera una bebida sería:&lt;/span&gt; Champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;13. Si fuera un helado sería:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate con Almendras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;14. Si fuera un planeta sería:&lt;/span&gt; Pluton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;15. Si fuera una persona sería: &lt;/span&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;16. Si fuera un insecto sería:&lt;/span&gt; Escarabajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;17. Si fuera un medio de transporte sería:&lt;/span&gt; Auto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;18. Si fuera una canción sería:&lt;/span&gt; La hija del fletero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;19. Si fuera una película sería: &lt;/span&gt;Diario de una pasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;20. Si fuera una estación sería:&lt;/span&gt; Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;21. Si fuera una flor sería:&lt;/span&gt; Tulipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;22. Si fuera un lugar sería:&lt;/span&gt; Venecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;23. Si fuera un regalo sería:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;24. Si fuera un recuerdo sería:&lt;/span&gt; Verano 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;25. Si fuera una ciudad sería:&lt;/span&gt; Grecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;26. Si fuera un sentido sería:&lt;/span&gt; Tacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;27. Si fuera un juego sería:&lt;/span&gt; Ogame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;28. Si fuera un chocolate sería:&lt;/span&gt; Coofler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;29. Si fuera una hora sería:&lt;/span&gt; 18:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;30. Si fuera un invento sería:&lt;/span&gt; Pc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;31. Si fuera una parte del cuerpo sería:&lt;/span&gt; Manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;32. Si fuera un país sería: &lt;/span&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;33. Si fuera una comida sería:&lt;/span&gt; Ravioles de RICOTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;34. Si fuera un sabor sería:&lt;/span&gt; Dulce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;35. Si fuera un deporte sería:&lt;/span&gt; Hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;36. Si fuera un olor sería:&lt;/span&gt; Mañana en un campo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;37. Si fuera una bandera sería: &lt;/span&gt; La de Colon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;38. Si fuera una construcción sería:&lt;/span&gt; La Torre Isfel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;39. Si fuera un mes sería:&lt;/span&gt; Septiembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;40. Si fuera un juguete sería:&lt;/span&gt; Polly Poket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;41. Si fuera una tela sería:&lt;/span&gt; Algodon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;42. Si fuera una forma sería:&lt;/span&gt; Redonda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;43. Si fuera una respuesta sería:&lt;/span&gt; No hagas eso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;44. Si fuera una palabra sería:&lt;/span&gt; Ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Si fuera un boliche sería: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;46. 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La hija del fletero, linda infinita&lt;br /&gt;Volvió a madrid, donde parece que es feliz&lt;br /&gt;Ese día me mando al descenso&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo como su mirada me volteó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pero dos que se quieren, se dicen cualquier cosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ay ! si pudieras recordar sin rencor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi buzón hay un par de cartas suyas&lt;br /&gt;Fueron juntandose y no tengo el valor...&lt;br /&gt;Todavía su amor me descargas&lt;br /&gt;nunca tuvo higo seco junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;Pero a los ciegos no les gustan los sordos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Y un corazón no se endurece por que sí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No calentás la misma cama por dos noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me reclamaba y no la quise oír&lt;br /&gt;Hice de todo por impresionarla&lt;br /&gt;Y dejé huérfano todo su penar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No me gustó como nos despedimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daban sus labios rocío y no bebí&lt;br /&gt;Sopa de almejas es todo lo que como&lt;br /&gt;siempre fui menos que mi reputación&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2013018790376048355?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2013018790376048355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2013018790376048355' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2013018790376048355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;   Solo voy con mi pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Sola va mi condena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Correr es mi destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Para burlar la ley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Perdido en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; De la grande Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Me dicen el clandestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Por no llevar papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Pa' una ciudad del norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Yo me fui a trabajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Mi vida la dejé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Entre Ceuta y Gibraltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Soy una raya en el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Fantasma en la ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Mi vida va prohibida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Dice la autoridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Solo voy con mi pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Sola va mi condena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Correr es mi destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Por no llevar papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Perdido en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; De la grande Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Me dicen el clandestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Yo soy el quiebra ley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Mano Negra, Clandestina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Peruano, Clandestino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Africano, Clandestino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Marijuana, Ilegal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Solo voy con mi pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Sola va mi condena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Correr es mi destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Para burlar la ley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Perdido en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; De la grande Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Me dicen el clandestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Por no llevar papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Argelino, Clandestino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Nigeriano, Clandestino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Boliviano, Clandestino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Mano Negra, Ilegal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Apellidos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Signo del zodíaco: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tauro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Padres: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelia (mamá) y Hugo (papá).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Hermanos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicolas (lo mejor que tengo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Estado civil: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soltera.. y sin apuros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Color de ojos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marrones .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Número de calzado: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Apodos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berre, chuky, eli, galleguita, roly, colo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Equipo de fútbol: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colon (lo mejor del pais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un deporte: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hockey y tenis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Idiomas: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Español (? ... a re Ingles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un auto: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peugot 206 (negro) o ford k (me regalas alguno?) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un animal: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mis perras( Bubaloo y Fedra) y mis gatas (Thelma y Gris).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un color: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un programa de tv: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CQC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una película: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diario de una pasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una flor: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tulipanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una fruta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naranja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;¿tenés algún piercing o tatoo? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;un lugar de vacaciones: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miami (L).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un país: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una comida: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cualquiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una bebida: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jugo de Naranja exprimido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un postre: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Alguien a quien admiras: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mis mejores amigas y a mi Hermano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una revista: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anteojito (?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;El hombre más lindo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pete Doherty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;La mujer más linda: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una emisora radial: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Mega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;¿fuiste a algun recital?:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un restaurante: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;un papelón: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hago papelones (?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un perfume: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Tiempo libre: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que es eso?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Marca de cigarrillos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;peor defecto de una persona: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentirosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;lo más lindo de la vida: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La propia vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;el día más triste: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 de mayo del 2002 (muerte de mi abuelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;un defecto propio: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soy la perfeccion caminando (?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;una virtud propia: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;un buen recuerdo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vacaciones con Maca, salidas con Fefy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;que te hace llorar: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi ex novio :( ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;q t hace reír: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La droga (?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;q te sensibiliza: l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a falta y el derroche de amor, ambas cosas (idem plati).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;q no perdonarías nunca: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siempre termino perdonando todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;la mejor palabra: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;La peor palabra: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Marca de ropa: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da igual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;A quien odias: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Tenés todo planeado? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; na siempre decido las cosas a ultimo momento .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un número: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Una letra: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Un día: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabado a la noche (otra veeez).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sos feliz?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando olvido el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Amas a alguien? a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mis amigos y a mi hno mas que a nadie en el mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Extrañas a alguien?: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al pasha y demasiado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una fruta sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ananá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera un nombre sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariadna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera un cuento infantil sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Sirenita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera un planeta sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una persona sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una estación sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una hora sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una parte del cuerpo sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera un mes sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Septiembre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una respuesta sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hagas eso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Si fuera una palabra sería: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-7614828059407652489?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7614828059407652489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=7614828059407652489' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya no seguire llorando por tu amor, el dolor no pasara, seguire extrañando cada parte de tu piel, cada momento en que recorriste mi piel, cada noche que clavaste tu amor en mi... ahora bebe tu lugar lo ocupa la sangre de mi cuerpo que ha dejado de recorrerme por dentro, y cae sobre mis brazos como si fuera ajeno el deseo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;algo se aproxima a mi corazon, se ve afilado, y es mi mano quien lo acerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;seguire volcando el dolor sobre mi piel, en algun momento todo pasara, y volvere a sonreir... cuando este lejos de aqui, y te vea desde alli, un lugar que estoy buscando y que no encontre a tu lado, un lugar que es paraiso soñado, un paraiso que yo estoy soñando, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tal vez con mas dolor no mate este amor, pero hago un gran intento por olvidarte amor, hago un gran intento por no extrañarte, y ahi esta otra vez acercandose a mi piel, se ve afilado, y ahi esta otra vez, dejando marcas en mi piel que quitan de mi cabeza y mi corazon a tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, tal vez mañana me mire y vuelva a recordar xque estan esas marcas en mi piel, seguramente volvere a caer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y ahi esta otra vez acercandose a mi piel, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde ya no queda espacio, donde ya no entra un rasguño, ya no puedes acariciar mi cuerpo, si me tocas dolera, no acaricies las heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; son profundas en verdad, y aunque el dolor por tu amor no desaparesca, los cortes sobre mi piel duelen ahora mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoy voy a fingir que estoy mejor, que ya no lloro por tu amor, y que todo esta en el olvido, pero se que volvera acercandose a mi piel con su filo dispuesto a lastimarme otra vez, se que esta buscando llevarme al paraiso, y tal vez hoy tenga ganas de dejarme llevar, y tal vez hoy tenga ganas de que las marcas en mi piel sean mas profundas, y que la sangre que recorre mi cuerpo por dentro y por fuera se termine para siempre, y asi conocer el paraiso soñado, y asi conocer un mundo distinto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;voy a pedirte bebe que no te acerques esta vez, ya tengo quien me lastime, ya tengo quien me haga daño, ahi esta de nuevo y cada vez mas afilado, tiene sangre en los costados, y creo que es de mi cuerpo, dejara una nueva cicatriz, no te preocupes bebe, el solo traslada el dolor del corazon a la piel, no temas mi amor aun queda piel, no te apresures bebe el ya ocupa tu lugar, &lt;span 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latir se hace notar en cada parte de tu cuerpo y tu alma. Sigues llorando por su amor, sabes que ya a pasado demasiado tiempo, sabes que su amor no va a volver, pero sigues ahi llorando, negandote a olvidarlo... tu amor le pertenece, tu lo niegas y te haces la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;uerte, dices que ya no es nada en tu vida... pero ahi te ves como todas las noches llo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ando por su amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;en aquel oscuro rincon, ya no vas a los bares con amigos, ya has dejado de reir, nada eres sin su amor, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;da hay en tu corazon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Has sentido alguna vez que todo es obvsesion?... sus besos lo so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;, su cuerpo lo es, su mirada y todo lo que te lleva hacia él. Solo en mi mente poderte decir &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE EXTRAÑO MI AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;... solo que en mis sueños tus labios ardan con los mios... sola sintiendo un amor, que tu no... sola soñando un amor, que tu no... sola planeando un amor, que tu no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;De nada me sirve este amor si tu sigues pensando en ella... de nada me sirve llorar, si tu estas llorando por ella... Otra vez vuelvo a caer en la rutina de extrañarte, y otra vez vuelvo a caer en la ansiedad, otra vez la vuelvo a necesitar... solo contigo a mi lado me pude alejar, y aqui me tienes entregando mi cuerpo a la soledad, solo para sentirme mas fuerte.. para olvidarme de ti aunque sea un instante, para olvidarme de ti para toda la vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Se que no es la solucion, pero con ella logro calmarme y ya no sentir este inmenso dolor en mi cuerpo... y ya no tener que decir &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE EXTRAÑO MI AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-5542525043000496500?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5542525043000496500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5542525043000496500' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5542525043000496500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5542525043000496500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/sientes-como-llora-tu-corazon-y-aunque.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-9143488566484097485</id><published>2008-06-13T22:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:44:35.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amarrandome a tu cuerpo, dejame sentir otra vez que gusto tiene tu piel, y como se siente el placer de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tu boca recorriendome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;. Amarrandome a tu dulzura, dejame sentir otra vez la profundidad de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tus ojos mirandome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;, y como se siente tu tranquila respiracion cuando me acerco a tu piel. Quiero enseñarte todo lo que de ti aprendi, quiero enseñarte al aire compartir, y quiero mostrarte que las cosas en la cama son mejor cuando se ama... yo ya se que ya no existen los cuentos de hadas, pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dejame contarte con caricias el final feliz que quiero darle a nuestra historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Morirme en tus manos, teniendo tus abrazos, sintiendo el sudor que provocan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nuestros cuerpos amandose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dejame sentirte otra vez, otra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-9143488566484097485?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9143488566484097485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=9143488566484097485' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/9143488566484097485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/9143488566484097485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/amarrandome-tu-cuerpo-dejame-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-7934023104998705198</id><published>2008-06-10T23:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:51:29.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SE89I8H0XtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4FnCOeD1SDY/s1600-h/imagen+00+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SE89I8H0XtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4FnCOeD1SDY/s320/imagen+00+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210450517678120658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;y cuando decido mirarte con los ojos del amor .. te vas de mi lado solo diciendo adios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fantastica tarde mi amor, pero la noche llego y sola me siento mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;disculpa el problema soy yo, mientras tu me hablabas yo simulaba que te escuchaba, lo sabes bien no me importaba, que era lo que esperabas?... no te aflijas corazon, no vengas a pedir perdon... ya todo paso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fantastica tarde mi amor, pero la noche llego y sola me siento mejor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mañana saldre a festejar aun no he decidio que... y tomare una copa de lo mejor, brindando por lo que paso, diciendote adios amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;a la botella le contare que fue lo que sucedio, y ella sabra xque ahora me siento mejor... te vas de mi lado solo diciendo adios, no es que no me importes vos... pero esto nunca paso, no digas que es mi imaginacion pero esto nunca existio... si los dias van pasando y el corazon hace rato dejo de latir, xque sigues intentando convencerme de que respire por ti?... ya no mas amor, dile adios al corazon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;con una copa y con amigos siempre voy a estar mejor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fantastica tarde mi amor, pero la noche llego y sola me siento mejor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-7934023104998705198?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7934023104998705198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=7934023104998705198' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7934023104998705198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7934023104998705198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-cuando-decido-mirarte-con-los-ojos.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SE89I8H0XtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4FnCOeD1SDY/s72-c/imagen+00+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2584676118122764230</id><published>2008-06-09T23:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:50:16.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SE3q7S4uW6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MIQOJa0b0FU/s1600-h/imagen+00+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SE3q7S4uW6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MIQOJa0b0FU/s320/imagen+00+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210078648340470690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="content"&gt;I always flirt with death&lt;br /&gt;I could kill, but I don't care about it&lt;br /&gt;I can face your threats&lt;br /&gt;Stand up tall and scream and shout about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; I think I'm on another world with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on another planet with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I don't find it irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; You always play to win &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; I don't need rehabilitating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl, another planet&lt;br /&gt;Another girl, another planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space travels in my blood&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't nothing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I can do about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long journeys wear me out&lt;br /&gt;Oh God we won't live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl is loving you now&lt;br /&gt;Another planet, forever holding you down&lt;br /&gt;Another planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2584676118122764230?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2584676118122764230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2584676118122764230' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2584676118122764230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2584676118122764230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-always-flirt-with-death-i-could-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SE3q7S4uW6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MIQOJa0b0FU/s72-c/imagen+00+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-3162217984692719845</id><published>2008-05-25T23:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:11:30.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Campeonas de Campeonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SDobsP7fKrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ycmc0EjAptY/s1600-h/hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SDobsP7fKrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ycmc0EjAptY/s320/hockey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204502766384261810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Excelente descenlace en el champion thropy... se merecian ganar!! vamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEONAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-3162217984692719845?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3162217984692719845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=3162217984692719845' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/3162217984692719845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/3162217984692719845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/campeonas-de-campeonas.html' title='Campeonas de Campeonas'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SDobsP7fKrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ycmc0EjAptY/s72-c/hockey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-1273244846571489024</id><published>2008-05-16T14:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:20:28.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Te vas muriendo en cada paso que das, tu vida solo camina para atrás, ya no tiene sentido seguir viviendo asi, si hoy miras tu vida y ya no tienes nada... de a poco vas perdiendo todo lo que sentias que tenias, tal vez en verdad nunca tuviste nada y disfrazaste por un momento tu vida con una utopia, creiste como un idiota que tenias amigos... y hoy te preguntas que son los &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;amigos?&lt;/span&gt;.. ni tu mismo puedes responderte, intentaste dar una teoria de lo que eso significa para ti... pero todo fue un invento, no logras ni engañarte a ti mismo... creiste como un idiota que habias conocido al amor,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;amor?&lt;/span&gt;, siempre pensaste que el amor no existe... cuando cambiaste de opinion lo perdiste, sin darte cuenta se alejo de vos... y volviste como siempre a ese vacio infinito... intentaste ahogarte en los estudios y tampoco te sirvio... si ni siquiera sabes que haras de tu vida, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;estudio?&lt;/span&gt; hoy estas sentado pensando que no sirves para nada, realmente eres un fracasado , no has logrado encontrarle razon a tu vida... te preguntas si tienes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;vida?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y sientes que no tiene ningun sentido, prefieres estar muerto... en realidad no sabes si estas vivo o muerto... prefieres por un momento decir que solo resta seguir muriendo... Manchas con lagrimas tu rostro, siempre mantuviste la esperanza de que algo en tu vida cambiara, esa esperanza hoy desaparecio, solo quieres morir rapidamente para no sufrir... cuantas veces lo intentaste?... dilo jamas lo lograste, ni siquiera tienes hagallas para suicidarte... no te das cuenta realmente eres un fracaso... pero oye no te sientas mal por eso, si tu mismo siempre lo has dicho una mancha mas al tigre... que le haria un error mas en tu muerte? ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;solo te resta seguir muriendo&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/497322900198842353-1273244846571489024?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1273244846571489024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=1273244846571489024' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/1273244846571489024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/1273244846571489024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/te-vas-muriendo-en-cada-paso-que-das-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2748262965740295330</id><published>2008-05-16T11:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:21:48.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor a los gatos (?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SC2YcMfiYFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8P--aS2Z7to/s1600-h/love11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SC2YcMfiYFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8P--aS2Z7to/s320/love11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200980754840051794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="par"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pete Doherty ha decidido&lt;/span&gt; cambiar de vida y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dejar las drogas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;después de que en una de sus noches de excesos estuviera a punto de matar a uno de sus gatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Después de este episodio, señala un testigo del suceso, el líder de 'Babyshambles' ha decidido que su vida tiene que cambiar y que tendrá que dejar sus adicciones antes de que le haga daño a alguien a quien quiere.&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/497322900198842353-2748262965740295330?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2748262965740295330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2748262965740295330' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2748262965740295330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2748262965740295330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-amor-los-gatos.html' title='El amor a los gatos (?'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SC2YcMfiYFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8P--aS2Z7to/s72-c/love11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-913021238741760173</id><published>2008-05-15T23:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:21:52.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCz9KcfiYEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xMk_QoBgPY0/s1600-h/Imagen+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCz9KcfiYEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xMk_QoBgPY0/s320/Imagen+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200810025595068482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Busquemos solucion a este problema... busquemos el final de esta historia... busquemos la ruta mas corta para llegar al sendero de la alegria, despleguemos nuestras alas y salgamos juntos a volar, juntos o separados hoy realmente me da igual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;siento en mi cuerpo que soy azucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;... no te acerques demasiado se perfectamente que eres sal... hoy podemos ser amigos... tal vez mañana seamos algo mas... no busques excusas, ya no hay pretextos la ruta se dividio... por dos caminos diferentes seguimos sin mirar atrás... en el olvido quedo esa historia que nunca le encontramos final... yo juro que intente ayudarte, en verdad tu no me dejaste... creeme no me siento mal, lo digo con sinceridad, no me importa si tu camino te lleva de nuevo para atrás, te pedi que abras los ojos, no me quisiste obedecer... esta bien lo admito ... solo digo tonterias... mejor no me escuches mas, lo siento ya no quepo en este lugar... hoy voy a alejarme... voy a llegar al fin de esta historia, voy a solucionar el problema... y tal vez mi nueva ruta me lleve al sendero de la alegria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;juguemos un rato a que desaparesco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-913021238741760173?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/913021238741760173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=913021238741760173' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/913021238741760173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/913021238741760173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/busquemos-solucion-este-problema.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCz9KcfiYEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xMk_QoBgPY0/s72-c/Imagen+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-4543068247347594614</id><published>2008-05-15T00:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:13:01.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ahora camina solo por los bares busca mujeres para poder dejarla... la tentacion esta al alcance de su mano... como siempre llega a casa muy cansado... su mujer hace tiempo ya no esta a su lado... solo tiene una pequeña compania al alcance de su mano... todas las noches la misma rutina se recuesta.. satisface el placer consigo mismo pensando en lo que pudo ser... disfrutando esas noches que ella le daba de placer... ahora solo le queda esa pequeña compania al alcance de su mano... no lo niega... el se lo cuenta... ella rie pero no dice nada, ella no sabe que es lo que el espera... mejor seguir esperando y mientras que la vida siga pasando.. el seguira recorriendo bares buscando mujeres que satisfagan el placer que esta al alcance de su mano... y ella seguira pensando... si alguien puede darle mas placer que ella?... la respuesta esta ... en la palma de la mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-4543068247347594614?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4543068247347594614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=4543068247347594614' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/4543068247347594614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/4543068247347594614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahora-camina-solo-por-los-bares-busca.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-985973644758108896</id><published>2008-05-15T00:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:35:03.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCuuNsfiYDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/77JpzNL19w4/s1600-h/Imagen+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCuuNsfiYDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/77JpzNL19w4/s320/Imagen+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200441745034338354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tal vez mañana podamos conversar mejor... tal vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando dejes de intentar matarme podamos conversar mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;... tal vez hasta te ofresca una taza de cafe... te ofreceria un whisky bien helado pero los dos sabemos mejor no... no terminemos con el alcohol... tal vez mañana sea mejor y ese cafe que hoy tomo sola mañana lo tome con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-985973644758108896?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/985973644758108896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=985973644758108896' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/985973644758108896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/985973644758108896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/tal-vez-maana-podamos-conversar-mejor.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCuuNsfiYDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/77JpzNL19w4/s72-c/Imagen+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6325822462275747930</id><published>2008-05-13T12:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:58:32.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCm6j8fiYCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jTvuzDkF1yM/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCm6j8fiYCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jTvuzDkF1yM/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199892371472539682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ahi voy yo caminando dejandote atras, en un pasado oscuro y sin colores, dejandote olvidado como si nada hubiese pasado... haciendo de cuenta que nunca te conoci, y aunque ambos sabemos que no es asi dejemos todo atras... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prefiero mi mundo con colores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; a tu mundo de oscuridad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;prefiero mi mundo lleno de luces y de felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.. realmente hoy prefiero dejarte atras. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hagamos de cuenta que no te conoci, resulta dificil olvidarte amor pero miro hacia atras y es todo oscuridad no quiero volver... no quiero llorar... no quiero perder mas...  quedate ahi detrás  en tu fría oscuridad yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seré feliz en mi mundo de colores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-6325822462275747930?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6325822462275747930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=6325822462275747930' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6325822462275747930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6325822462275747930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahi-voy-yo-caminando-dejandote-atras-en.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCm6j8fiYCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jTvuzDkF1yM/s72-c/Imagen+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-7301379215038821393</id><published>2008-05-13T11:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:23:34.191-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TERRIBLE FIESTAAAAA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCmjkcfiYAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KktewfnTRIg/s1600-h/Imagen+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCmjkcfiYAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KktewfnTRIg/s320/Imagen+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199867091295035394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La noche empezo y nos ahogamos si razon en el alcohol... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;despues de un rato todos habiamos perdido el control&lt;/span&gt;, ya estabamos hablando cosas sin sentido ... discutiendo y a la vez riendo... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;la música sonaba muy bien&lt;/span&gt; pero nadie prestaba demasiada atención, era dificil concentrarse entre &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;el alcohol y el amor&lt;/span&gt;... mareados caminabamos intentabamos no caer, era dificil mantener el equilibrio y a la vez dijimos ya fueeeeee... sentados en la pista nos pusimos a beber... no encontrabamos las sillas o bien no las quisimos buscar, era solo comodidad... yo las vi ahi muy sentadas parecian sentirse bien parecian no tener preocupaciones... de a poco me acerque... entre los pasos y el alcohol.. te aseguro que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esa &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;noche perdimos todos el control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.. no dominamos nuestro cerebro ni nuestro cuerpo... algo dificil de explicar corria por nuestro cuerpo!...&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/497322900198842353-7301379215038821393?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7301379215038821393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=7301379215038821393' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7301379215038821393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7301379215038821393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/terrible-fiestaaaaa.html' title='TERRIBLE FIESTAAAAA!!'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCmjkcfiYAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KktewfnTRIg/s72-c/Imagen+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-5707070706242626139</id><published>2008-05-13T02:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:58:45.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCktP8fiX-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uo8Jpxi5VoI/s1600-h/Imagen+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCktP8fiX-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uo8Jpxi5VoI/s320/Imagen+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199736996735639522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son hnas, son mejores amigas, son personas con las que puedo contar!!! ... son mi grupo de salidas .. son mis chats por las noches ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;son todo hnas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; son de lo mas importante que tengo... a las 4!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;xque nosotras somos bloggers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-5707070706242626139?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5707070706242626139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5707070706242626139' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5707070706242626139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5707070706242626139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/son-hnas-son-mejores-amigas-son.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCktP8fiX-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/uo8Jpxi5VoI/s72-c/Imagen+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2146107239587771332</id><published>2008-05-13T02:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:53:52.878-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asi empezo la noche *-)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCksv8fiX6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/26s0oFX9bTo/s1600-h/Imagen+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkswcfiX9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tRpFgA7QJ4U/s320/Imagen+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199736455569760210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No pregunten xque.. ya no hay forma de explicar simplemente no los voy a olvidar... gracias amigos por hacerme pasar una fiesta inolvidable... a pesar de que a muchos casi ya ni los veo y a otros hacia añoooooos que no los veia aparecieron el sabado para ... para mamarse mas que nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2146107239587771332?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2146107239587771332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2146107239587771332' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2146107239587771332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2146107239587771332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-pregunten-xque.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCksv8fiX6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/26s0oFX9bTo/s72-c/Imagen+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6729830338950850038</id><published>2008-05-13T02:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:43:22.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkqbsfiX5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/y2QjWhhLZj0/s1600-h/Imagen+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkqbsfiX5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/y2QjWhhLZj0/s320/Imagen+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199733900064219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si te como a besos tal vez la noche sea mas corta no lo se...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-6729830338950850038?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6729830338950850038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=6729830338950850038' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6729830338950850038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6729830338950850038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-si-te-como-besos-tal-vez-la-noche-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkqbsfiX5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/y2QjWhhLZj0/s72-c/Imagen+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6774114462406667886</id><published>2008-05-13T02:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:40:37.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BESAMEEE!!!  NO SUCIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkpb8fiX3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/LnczSZQs1JE/s1600-h/Imagen+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkpb8fiX3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/LnczSZQs1JE/s400/Imagen+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199732804847558514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te sigo explicando que te amo? o te como la boca? ... a no? a no no .. eso se lo dejo mejor aaahh ... bueno lo dejamos inconcluso hasta vos ya sabes que .. te amo hermanas mas trola.. aunque ahora nose bien cual es la mas trola se corren carrera entre las tres jaja&lt;br /&gt;te amooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-6774114462406667886?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6774114462406667886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=6774114462406667886' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6774114462406667886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6774114462406667886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/besameee-no-sucia.html' title='BESAMEEE!!!  NO SUCIA!'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCkpb8fiX3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/LnczSZQs1JE/s72-c/Imagen+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-1892275178625825750</id><published>2008-05-08T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:49:17.658-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='era una ternuraa *-*'/><title type='text'>Jamas fui a scout ... nose xque me bestian asi :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMu5QKNRyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OXFaO_ro708/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMu5QKNRyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OXFaO_ro708/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198049956040886050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-1892275178625825750?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1892275178625825750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=1892275178625825750' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/1892275178625825750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/1892275178625825750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/jamas-fui-scout-nose-xque-me-bestian.html' title='Jamas fui a scout ... nose xque me bestian asi :S'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMu5QKNRyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OXFaO_ro708/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-9124729848876702829</id><published>2008-05-08T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:44:46.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtnQKNRuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OIxtGv4vqVA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtnQKNRuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OIxtGv4vqVA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198048547291612898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtngKNRvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YSNEx6kvz_A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtngKNRvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YSNEx6kvz_A/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198048551586580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtoQKNRwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7UoNYlAa2h0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtoQKNRwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7UoNYlAa2h0/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198048564471482114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtoQKNRxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L24aKI9eYDo/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtoQKNRxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L24aKI9eYDo/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198048564471482130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Fui alpinista... cowgirl (?... princesa y payaso (N) &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/497322900198842353-9124729848876702829?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9124729848876702829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=9124729848876702829' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/9124729848876702829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/9124729848876702829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/fui-alpinista.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMtnQKNRuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OIxtGv4vqVA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2797894293264822911</id><published>2008-05-08T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:38:02.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No menti cuando dije que fui abanderada :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMsJwKNRsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LC9Z9zbohFU/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMsJwKNRsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LC9Z9zbohFU/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046940973844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMsKAKNRtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/inZcqu7qHrc/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMsKAKNRtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/inZcqu7qHrc/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046945268811474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2797894293264822911?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2797894293264822911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2797894293264822911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2797894293264822911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2797894293264822911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-menti-cuando-dije-que-fui-abanderada.html' title='No menti cuando dije que fui abanderada :P'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMsJwKNRsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LC9Z9zbohFU/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-7603963650057662428</id><published>2008-05-08T13:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:35:00.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMrHAKNRrI/AAAAAAAAADs/3WqmFDS4dTE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMrHAKNRrI/AAAAAAAAADs/3WqmFDS4dTE/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045794217576114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Había una vez un bru, un brujito en Gulubú a toda la población embrujaba sin ton ni son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pero un día llegó el Doctorrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;manejando un cuatrimotorrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ¿Y saben lo que pasó? ¿No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Todas las brujerías del brujito de Gulubú se curaron con la vacú con la vacuna luna luna lú. La vaca de Gulubú no podía decir ni mú. El brujito la embrujó y la vaca se enmudeció. Pero entonces llegó el Doctorrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;manejando un cuatrimotorrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ¿Y saben lo que pasó? ¿No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Todas las brujerías del brujito de Gulubú se curaron con la vacú con la vacuna luna luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;lú. Los chicos eran todos muy bu, burros todos en Gulubú. Se olvidaban la lecció no sufrían de sarampión. Pero un día llegó el Doctorrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;manejando un cuatrimotorrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; ¿Y saben lo que pasó?  ¿No? Todas las brujerías del brujito de Gulubú se curaron con la vacú con la vacuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;luna luna lú. Ha sido el brujito el ú, uno y único en Gulubú que lloró, pateó y mordió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cuando el médico lo pinchó. Y después se marchó el Doctorrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;manejando un cuatrimotorrrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;¿Y saben lo que pasó? ¿No? Todas las brujerías del brujito de Gulubú se curaron con la vacú &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;con la vacuna luna luna lú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-7603963650057662428?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7603963650057662428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=7603963650057662428' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7603963650057662428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/7603963650057662428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/haba-una-vez-un-bru-un-brujito-en-gulub.html' title=''/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMrHAKNRrI/AAAAAAAAADs/3WqmFDS4dTE/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-6993170512455906679</id><published>2008-05-08T13:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:31:22.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La inocencia de los primeros años!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrAKNRoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Egd_RMhdq5I/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrAKNRoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Egd_RMhdq5I/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045313181238914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrQKNRpI/AAAAAAAAADc/bbBuHBC_jD0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrQKNRpI/AAAAAAAAADc/bbBuHBC_jD0/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045317476206226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrQKNRqI/AAAAAAAAADk/WJyEDaaCGjg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrQKNRqI/AAAAAAAAADk/WJyEDaaCGjg/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198045317476206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-6993170512455906679?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6993170512455906679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=6993170512455906679' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6993170512455906679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/6993170512455906679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-inocencia-de-los-primeros-aos.html' title='La inocencia de los primeros años!'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCMqrAKNRoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Egd_RMhdq5I/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2982863309088868321</id><published>2008-05-08T08:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:44:33.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>18 pirulines!!! Happy birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUgKNRjI/AAAAAAAAACs/v5ull-eiQoM/s1600-h/2049720823_f8d08a9677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUgKNRjI/AAAAAAAAACs/v5ull-eiQoM/s400/2049720823_f8d08a9677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197971259355121202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUgKNRkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QZx4ntM3SmY/s1600-h/Imagen+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUgKNRkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QZx4ntM3SmY/s400/Imagen+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197971259355121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUwKNRlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JO9hSd_4TWI/s1600-h/Imagen+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUwKNRlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JO9hSd_4TWI/s400/Imagen+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197971263650088530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUwKNRmI/AAAAAAAAADE/uqkiSiI-LY4/s1600-h/Imagen+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnUwKNRmI/AAAAAAAAADE/uqkiSiI-LY4/s400/Imagen+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197971263650088546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnVAKNRnI/AAAAAAAAADM/XYfUFI2qiDA/s1600-h/fsgtrgsadxadssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCLnVAKNRnI/AAAAAAAAADM/XYfUFI2qiDA/s400/fsgtrgsadxadssss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197971267945055858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2982863309088868321?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2982863309088868321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2982863309088868321' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2982863309088868321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2982863309088868321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/18-pirulines-happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='18 pirulines!!! 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi4wKNReI/AAAAAAAAACE/IVjM81VazCQ/s400/1196204847_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197684909590529506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Something's missing and I don't know why     I always feel the need to hide my feelings from you     Is it me or you that I'm afraid of     I tell myself I'll show you what I'm made of     Can't bring myself to let you go     I don't want to cause you any pain     But I love you just the same     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; And you'll always be my baby     In my heart I know we've come apart     And I don't know where to start     What can I do, I don't wanna feel blue  Bad girl drunk by six     Kissing someone else's lips     Smoked too many cigarettes today     I'm not happy when I act this way Bad girl drunk by six     Kissing some kind stranger's lips     Smoked too many cigarettes today     I'm not happy, I'm not happy     Something's happened and I can't go back     I fall apart every time you hand your heart out to me     What happens now, I know I don't deserve you     I wonder how I'm ever gonna hurt you     Can't bring myself to let you go     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't want to cause you any pain     But I love you just the same     And you'll always be my baby     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; In my heart I know we've come apart     And I don't know where to start     What can I do, I don't wanna feel blue This way     I don't want to cause you any pain     But I love you just the same And you'll always be my baby     In my heart I know we've come apart     And I don't know where to start     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; What can I do, I don't wanna feel blue I'm not happy this way ...This way     ....I'm not happy this way     Kissing some kind stranger's lips     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi5AKNRfI/AAAAAAAAACM/q9lKhkvzHGE/s1600-h/1204821528_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi5AKNRfI/AAAAAAAAACM/q9lKhkvzHGE/s400/1204821528_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197684913885496818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi5QKNRgI/AAAAAAAAACU/d4_EPEeZPH8/s1600-h/2063715777_a1fcf02eda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi5QKNRgI/AAAAAAAAACU/d4_EPEeZPH8/s400/2063715777_a1fcf02eda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197684918180464130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi5gKNRhI/AAAAAAAAACc/SSOWdQY58rs/s1600-h/2063715969_cdb39f1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCHi5gKNRhI/AAAAAAAAACc/SSOWdQY58rs/s400/2063715969_cdb39f1414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197684922475431442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Young velvet porcelain boy Devour me when you're with me Blue wish window seas Speak delicious fires I'm your candy perfume girl Your candy perfume girl Moist warm desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Fly to me I'm your candy perfume girl Your candy perfume girl I'm your candy perfume girl Candy, candy Rush me ghost you see Every center my home Fever steam girl Throb the oceans Your candy perfume girl Your candy perfume girl Your candy perfume girl... Candy perfume girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Did I lie to you? Candy perfume girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Did I lie to you? Magic poison  You're a candy perfume boy A candy perfume boy You're a candy perfume boy You're candy Candy perfume girl The sacred nerve is magic poison It's candy, it's candy I'm your candy perfume girl I'm your candy perfume girl... Boy, girl, boy, girl, boy... 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCEqTP4MHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jcG8BhWqTIM/s1600-h/fercho+y+yo+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCEqTP4MHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jcG8BhWqTIM/s400/fercho+y+yo+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197481955130350994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dormido estas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viajando por tus sueños y el sol que está buscando abrir tus ojos para que al despertar veas un mundo distinto que en vos tal vez cambió&lt;/span&gt;... No puedo estar sin nadie que me apure no puedo estar sin callarme o sin decirte la verdad que esta vez olvidé lo que decía o quizas nunca importó... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que bueno que es levantarme sin mirar  la realidad que yo me inventé es mucho mejo&lt;/span&gt;r   no quiero ser uno mas que sonrie cuando el día por fin ya terminó... Y sin embargo vuelvo a estar dudando en lo que digo y si no esta bien yo pienso que dormida estas,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; viajando por tus sueños y el sol que está buscando abrir tus ojos para que al despertar veas un mundo distinto que en vos tal vez cambió   que en vos tal vez cambió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;Y nadie podrá parar    los brazos que empujan esta canción que anhelo con que al final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;no sea solo canción&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/497322900198842353-5502564337833122154?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5502564337833122154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=5502564337833122154' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5502564337833122154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/5502564337833122154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/mardel-verano-2008.html' title='Mardel verano 2008'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCEqTP4MHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jcG8BhWqTIM/s72-c/fercho+y+yo+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-2660757256630472304</id><published>2008-05-07T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:58:39.160-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bru bru'/><title type='text'>Riendo y Llorando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Tú, me miraste a los ojos, Tú, me tomaste las manos, Tú, te marchaste de pronto sin decirme adiós, Sin decirme adiós. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCEnyf4MHXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R25T9VLUqYs/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCEnyf4MHXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R25T9VLUqYs/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197479193466379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Yo, comprendí con el tiempo que aún te seguía queriendo y volví corriendo a buscarte a pedirte perdón, A pedirte perdón. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Y los dos terminamos llorando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;los dos terminamos riendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;,  y entre llantos y risas juramos  volver a empezar de nuevo. . . y los dos terminamos llorando,  los dos terminamos riendo, prometiendo dejar el pasado en un rincón del tiempo. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-2660757256630472304?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2660757256630472304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=2660757256630472304' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2660757256630472304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/2660757256630472304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/riendo-y-llorando.html' title='Riendo y Llorando'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCEnyf4MHXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R25T9VLUqYs/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-497322900198842353.post-466950241527834273</id><published>2008-05-06T16:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:01:14.944-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Marilyn Monroe (1 de junio de 1926 – 5 de agosto de 1962)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCC3tP4MHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-QS5iBGLxQ/s1600-h/_38177844_020805monroe300d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCC3tP4MHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-QS5iBGLxQ/s320/_38177844_020805monroe300d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197355957969755490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Monroe comenzó su carrera como modelo, representada por Emmeline Snively, quien le aconsejó teñirse el cabello a un rubio platino y se dirigió a ella diciendole que seria una gran cautivadora para todos. En 1945 salió en la portada de más de 30 revistas. Era conocida como "el sueño de los fotógrafos". En julio de ese mismo año, Ben Lyon, jefe de reparto de la 20th Century Fox accede a entrevistarla y queda fascinado. Poco después la contrata por 125 dólares a la semana. Le cambia el nombre por el de Marilyn Monroe. Joe Schenk le consiguió su segundo papel protagonista en Ladies of the Chorus 1948. Un año después Monroe aceptó posar desnuda para el fotógrafo Tom Kelley, para un calendario que más tarde sería el impulso definitivo para su consagración. En 1951 participó en la entrega de los Oscar. En 1952 aparece en la portada de la revista Life. En 1953 inmortalizó sus huellas en el cemento de la entrada en Hollywood Boulevard, junto con Jane Russell. En diciembre de 1953 apareció en la portada del primer número de Playboy, siendo, por lo tanto, la primera chica del mes de la revista, con la famosa fotografía "sueños dorados", gracias a sus medidas de 37-23-36 (94-58-92). Dicha revista le dedicó 5 veces la portada, y la última ocasión fue en la edición de diciembre de 2005, la cual tiene información reciente sobre su muerte. Monroe estuvo relacionada con el poco conocido director de cine Elia Kazan. Aunque Monroe irradiaba sensualidad y ante las cámaras aparecía como una mujer segura, en realidad padecía una inseguridad patológica. Esta inseguridad y sus retrasos y ausencias provocaban grandes pérdidas a los productores, que comenzaban a exasperarse. En 1954 comenzó a estudiar artes escénicas con Lee Strasberg, director de Actor's Studio en Nueva York. En ese mismo año creó Marilyn Monroe Productions junto al fotógrafo Milton Green, para conseguir mayor control sobre sus contratos. Su nueva empresa produjo Bus Stop (1957) y El príncipe y la corista (1957), esta última dirigida y coprotagonizada por Laurence Olivier. En 1955 la Fox le interpone una demanda por incumplimiento de contrato, pero en ese mismo año firma nuevamente con este estudio, recibiendo finalmente 8 millones de dólares por un total de siete películas. En 1956 Monroe se casó con el dramaturgo Arthur Miller, quien escribió especialmente para Monroe el guión de The Misfits. Esta sería su última película. Todavía casada con Arthur Miller, Monroe se enamoró de Yves Montand, marido de Simone Signoret, con quien compartía cartel en El multimillonario. Monroe y Arthur Miller se divorciaron en 1961. En 1960 Monroe fue galardonada con el Globo de Oro a la mejor actriz de comedia. En 1961 es internada en la clínica psiquiátrica Payne de Nueva York por una crisis depresiva. Al año siguiente compró su casa en Santa Mónica, en Los Ángeles. En ese año comienza el rodaje de su última película, la inacabada Something's Got to Give, coprotagonizada por Dean Martin y dirigida por George Cukor. La Fox confiaba en este proyecto para sanear su economía, ya que la empresa amenazaba quebrar, debido a los desmesurados gastos que estaba generando la película Cleopatra. No en vano Monroe había sido durante una década la estrella más rentable de la Fox desde Shirley Temple. Pero Monroe estaba delicada de salud, con frecuentes sinusitis, bronquitis, y síntomas cada vez más marcados de inseguridad. Sus ausencias hicieron que la película se retrasase cada vez más, y la Fox no se podía permitir más pérdidas. En 1962 tuvo lugar, en Nueva York, la gala por el cumpleaños del presidente John F. Kennedy, en la que Monroe le cantó el "Happy Birthday Mr. President" (Cumpleaños feliz), que se volvería tan célebre. Para acudir a esta gala, Monroe se ausentó durante 7 días del rodaje, a pesar de que la Fox le exigió que se quedase para cumplir con su trabajo. En 1962 la Fox rescinde su contrato debido a sus repetidas ausencias y retrasos, despidiéndola del rodaje de Something's Got to Give, que dirigía George Cukor. La Fox intenta completar la película utilizando a otra actriz, pero Dean Martin se opone, por lo que a la Fox no le queda más remedio que readmitir a Monroe. Un millonario compro un video porno casero en este año 2008, y lo pago 1 millon y medio de dolares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/497322900198842353-466950241527834273?l=narcotic-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/466950241527834273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=497322900198842353&amp;postID=466950241527834273' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/466950241527834273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/497322900198842353/posts/default/466950241527834273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narcotic-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/marilyn-monroe-1-de-junio-de-1926-5-de.html' title='Marilyn Monroe (1 de junio de 1926 – 5 de agosto de 1962)'/><author><name>narcotic-girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13101376929459561497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/Sln6hax5GcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/avfkG_Qd6DE/S220/Imagen+299.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mji_KGJZoeU/SCC3tP4MHWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-QS5iBGLxQ/s72-c/_38177844_020805monroe300d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
