<?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-7511689182242828961</id><updated>2012-02-12T00:11:47.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who bist Du.?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matias 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center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/KBwa0Eg4tRQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBwa0Eg4tRQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBwa0Eg4tRQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loove Foolosophy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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virgen&lt;br /&gt;y los dioses les enseñaron a pecar.&lt;br /&gt;Y en la eternidad los dos&lt;br /&gt;unieron sus almas para darle vida&lt;br /&gt;a esta triste canción de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us8ku33mWP0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us8ku33mWP0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all made of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it away,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give this up (No way to break)&lt;br /&gt;Were all made of love (There isnt a way)&lt;br /&gt;Were all made of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it away&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give this up (No way to break)&lt;br /&gt;We're all made of love (There isn't a way)&lt;br /&gt;We're all made of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DUYk1OpZlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DUYk1OpZlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-4378868845317505801</id><published>2009-11-26T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:58:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo...</title><content type='html'>Para la mujer que en las noches aparece en los sueños reviviendo los buenos y malos momentos vividos alguna vez! ..mi cabeza no deja de recordarte, aprendi de mis errores pero aprendi tarde!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cómo me encantaría tenerte de nuevo! pero que más da... hoy tengo que abrir los ojos y ver la realidad, estas con otro.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que el te hace feliz! la puta madre el tiempo pasa rapido ﻿y el corazón no sabe como sigue latiendo!!&lt;br /&gt;Sé que solo es un poco de tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pT7Cz7K_QkI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pT7Cz7K_QkI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-4378868845317505801?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/4378868845317505801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/4378868845317505801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/4378868845317505801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiempo.html' title='Tiempo...'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-7838223274621140214</id><published>2009-10-26T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:43:15.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wir gehörn zusammen... 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title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/10/wir-gehorn-zusammen-oder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/7838223274621140214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/7838223274621140214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/10/wir-gehorn-zusammen-oder.html' title='Wir gehörn zusammen... oder??'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-7234624792714014840</id><published>2009-09-30T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T05:28:44.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evitando caer... :)</title><content type='html'>Un día más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un día más escondidos bajo las sabanas&lt;br /&gt;compartiendo besos caricias y más&lt;br /&gt;me duele, tus ojos escondidas&lt;br /&gt;2 vidas viviendo y soñando mil mentiras&lt;br /&gt;suspiros&lt;br /&gt;pequeños besos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;tienes alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;pero, me conformo con lo mío&lt;br /&gt;se que eres ajena, tu tienes compromisos&lt;br /&gt;pero, tus besos adictivos me atrapan&lt;br /&gt;me obligan a pecar&lt;br /&gt;me llevan al mas allá&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo desnudo me atrae (como un imán)&lt;br /&gt;pequemos por curiosidad al igual que Eva y Adán&lt;br /&gt;anda, mordamos la manzana&lt;br /&gt;provocada  día, por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;volvamos a pecar, pequemos por amor&lt;br /&gt;hagamos el amor hasta que ya no salga el sol&lt;br /&gt;1 hora conmigo 23 con el&lt;br /&gt;un minuto suficiente para el beso de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;lo demás lo dedico, a ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;y a perderme hasta mirar el cielo dentro de ellos&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón no es feliz&lt;br /&gt;al ver extraña tus besos, tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;y espero seas feliz viviendo en mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta mañana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otro día mas ocultando la verdad (en tu sonrisa)&lt;br /&gt;(la mentira de una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;una mentira, tu la mentirosa, solo me puede parar la muerte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu juegas con do yo&lt;br /&gt;comparto una&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti cada momento mientras veo la luna&lt;br /&gt;¿quien diría que me conformaría?&lt;br /&gt;siendo el otro&lt;br /&gt;me duele que no estés conmigo en tiempo completo&lt;br /&gt;para ti solo soy uno mas en el mundo&lt;br /&gt;mientras para mi, tu eres el mundo&lt;br /&gt;me inundo al saber que después no serás mía&lt;br /&gt;que mis alegrías momentáneas morirían un día&lt;br /&gt;y, yo que hare después&lt;br /&gt;¿si después yo no te tengo a quien amare?&lt;br /&gt;¿A quien extrañare?&lt;br /&gt;¿A quien esperare?&lt;br /&gt;la diferencia entre nosotros es la edad lo se&lt;br /&gt;pero no me importa, volveré cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;por que si un segundo yo no estoy contigo este corazón te extraña&lt;br /&gt;hasta mañana mi querida&lt;br /&gt;nunca te dejare ni aunque dios me lo impida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otro día mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ecc41d5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-7234624792714014840?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/7234624792714014840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/evitando-caer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/7234624792714014840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/7234624792714014840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/evitando-caer.html' title='Evitando caer... :)'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-309333125112999490</id><published>2009-09-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:25:11.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piensa piensa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!943804734F86D903!245" class="bvMsg"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;El Amor Duerme En El Pecho Del Poeta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tu nunca entenderas lo que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;porque duermes en mi y estas dormido.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te oculto llorando, perseguida&lt;br /&gt;por una voz de penetrante acero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Norma que agita igual carne y lucero&lt;br /&gt;traspasa ya mi pecho dolorido&lt;br /&gt;y las turbias palabras han mordido&lt;br /&gt;las alas de tu espiritu severo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grupo de gente salta en los jardines&lt;br /&gt;esperando tu cuerpo y mi agonia&lt;br /&gt;en caballos de luz y verdes crines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero sigue durmiendo, vida mia.&lt;br /&gt;Oye mi sangre rota en los violines!&lt;br /&gt;Mira que nos acechan todavía!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Federico Garcia Lorca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-309333125112999490?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' 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src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-827303350714678848</id><published>2009-09-25T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:27:48.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Del lat. sentīre).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tr. Experimentar sensaciones producidas por causas externas o internas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. tr. Oír o percibir con el sentido del oído. Siento pasos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. tr. Experimentar una impresión, placer o dolor corporal. Sentir fresco, sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. tr. Experimentar una impresión, placer o dolor espiritual. Sentir alegría, miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. tr. Lamentar, tener por doloroso y malo algo. Sentir la muerte de un amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. tr. Juzgar, opinar, formar parecer o dictamen. Digo lo que siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. tr. En la recitación, acomodar las acciones exteriores a las expresiones o palabras, o darles el sentido que les corresponde. Sentir bien el verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. tr. Presentir, barruntar lo que ha de sobrevenir. Se usa especialmente hablando de los animales que presienten la mudanza del tiempo y la anuncian con algunas acciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. prnl. Dicho de una persona: Formar queja de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. prnl. Padecer un dolor o principio de un daño en parte determinada del cuerpo. Sentirse de la mano, de la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. prnl. Hallarse o estar de determinada manera. Sentirse enfermo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. prnl. Considerarse, reconocerse. Sentirse muy obligado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. prnl. Dicho de una cosa: Empezar a abrirse o rajarse. Sentirse la pared, el vidrio, la campana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. prnl. Dicho de una cosa: Empezar a corromperse o pudrirse.&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/7511689182242828961-827303350714678848?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/827303350714678848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/827303350714678848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/827303350714678848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentir.html' title='Sentir..'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-3898475278298590454</id><published>2009-09-24T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:37:13.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No!</title><content type='html'>Logramos algo? Vos ahi y yo aca? Vos con tu miedo mudo... con la ignorancia de creer que todo esto se solucionará asi... a esta distancia ... verbal.. presencial... sentimental... la respuesta es NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-3898475278298590454?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/3898475278298590454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/logramos-algo-vos-ahi-y-yo-aca-vos-con.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/3898475278298590454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/3898475278298590454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/logramos-algo-vos-ahi-y-yo-aca-vos-con.html' title='No!'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-8465269045211364808</id><published>2009-09-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:01:13.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor te esta rondando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tienes miedo a acaptar a esa persona que te a demostrado que te ama realmente. Tienes miedo al cambio pero ese cambio te favorece y te traera ... la felicidad que tanto deseas y necesitas. Esta persona que aunque tal vez no la conoces del todo tiene buenos sentimientos hacia a ti y esta dispuesto a mover cielo y tierra para alcanzarte. Recuerda que el mundo es de los atrevidos y del cobarde no se a escrito nada. Lucha por lo que quieres, por lo que deseas, no dejes que el miedo termine venciendote y perdas el gran amor de tu vida, el espera por ti, pero tu que haras? Viviras ese amor que tanto deseas, o dejaras que pierda en la nada. Tu corazon necesita amor, permitele entrar y veraz lo que es verdaderamente el AMOR. Ustedes son compatibles, comparten muchas cosas, muchos gustos, muchos sentimiento y muchos placeres. No dejes que la indecicion y el miedo termine con algo que esta comenzando y te traera la dicha, la felicidad, lo que has soñado y no has tenido. Detente un momento y observa a tu alrededor y veras a la persona que se muere por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-8465269045211364808?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/8465269045211364808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-amor-te-esta-rondando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/8465269045211364808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/8465269045211364808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-amor-te-esta-rondando.html' title='El amor te esta rondando'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-1006348938933176495</id><published>2009-09-08T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:57:12.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como lo llamo a esto?</title><content type='html'>Hoy  mi vida se vuelve poesia, se vuelve canción con todas esos sentimientos que describen, con todas las metáforas... hoy se fué... y nose que será... me pierdo en mis propias reflexiones.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez pensé que esto no volvería a ocurrir, deje un corazón al borde de un abismo...que equivocado estaba al pensar que no caería... errores .. los mismos.. otra vez la culpa que acecha tan hiriente, porque? es así, tu lo elijes, como? es así, tu lo elijes, cuando? cuando el corazón tapa la razón, y no te deja ver las cosas mas allá del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Derrame la sangre que sale de este tonto corazón para complacerte, para lograr lo que una vez ciegamente nos propusimos. Hoy no entiendo, el porqué, cuando y como se desvanecio todo ... debe ser el dolor que no me deja pensar ni analizar.&lt;br /&gt;Puede cambiar y puede pasar si quieres...puede pasar por 2da vez... jugando a la suerte...&lt;br /&gt;Lo que compartimos queda guardado en el cofre de la memoria, y tienes la llave para abrirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;te vi llorar, te vi sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;te miraba cómo dormías durante algun tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría ser el padre de tus hijos,&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaria pasar el tiempo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Conozco tus miedos y tu conoces los mios.&lt;br /&gt;tenemos nuestras dudas pero ahora estamos bien,&lt;br /&gt;y te amo, estoy seguro que es cierto.&lt;br /&gt;no puedo vivir sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;Adiós mi amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-9220789183996241991</id><published>2009-07-15T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:49:18.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU DONT KNOW ME BY NOW</title><content type='html'>Si no me conoces ahora&lt;br /&gt;tú nunca nunca nunca lo harás&lt;br /&gt;Por todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;por las que hemos pasado&lt;br /&gt;deberías entenderme&lt;br /&gt;como yo te entiendo a tí&lt;br /&gt;ahora, niña conozco la diferencia&lt;br /&gt;entre lo correcto y lo incorrecto&lt;br /&gt;yo no haré nada&lt;br /&gt;para romper con nuestra relación&lt;br /&gt;no te enfades&lt;br /&gt;cuando vengo a casa&lt;br /&gt;un poco tarde en la noche&lt;br /&gt;nosotros actuamos como niños&lt;br /&gt;cuando discutimos&lt;br /&gt;Si no me conoces ahora&lt;br /&gt;nunca nunca nunca lo harás&lt;br /&gt;Todos tenemos nuestros&lt;br /&gt;propios estados de ánimo&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo los míos,&lt;br /&gt;mujer tu tienes los tuyos también&lt;br /&gt;solo confía en mí como yo confío en tí&lt;br /&gt;mientras hemos estado juntos&lt;br /&gt;debería sernos fácil el confiar el uno en el otro&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente quedate cerca&lt;br /&gt;o bien podríamos decirnos ádios&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué tan buena puede ser una relación&lt;br /&gt;cuando no puedes mirarte a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Si no me conoces ahora&lt;br /&gt;Tú nunca&lt;br /&gt;nunca nunca lo harás.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-9220789183996241991?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/9220789183996241991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/9220789183996241991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/9220789183996241991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-dont-know-me-by-now.html' title='IF YOU DONT KNOW ME BY NOW'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-5706483073322501158</id><published>2009-06-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:40:04.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores Prohibidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7MPkU6zQOM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7MPkU6zQOM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy nada más que la incertidumbre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-5706483073322501158?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/5706483073322501158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/06/amores-prohibidos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/5706483073322501158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/5706483073322501158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/06/amores-prohibidos.html' title='Amores Prohibidos'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511689182242828961.post-2680651967110598455</id><published>2009-05-28T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:37:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El principio del fin</title><content type='html'>Palabras sueltas.&lt;br /&gt;Principio. Medios. Sentimientos. Comprensión. Razòn. Verdad. Mentira. Culpa. Amor. Tiempo. Fin.&lt;br /&gt;Que sucede en este momento?&lt;br /&gt;No logro dilucidar nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511689182242828961-2680651967110598455?l=whobistdu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/feeds/2680651967110598455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-principio-del-fin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/2680651967110598455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511689182242828961/posts/default/2680651967110598455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whobistdu.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-principio-del-fin.html' title='El principio del fin'/><author><name>Matias Miranda</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oTmCr9ZQ1y8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3mFo5kIoLHU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
