<?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-331437078953321091</id><updated>2012-03-09T19:28:52.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVERMIND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4192943828912301071</id><published>2012-02-10T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:36:33.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe if my heart stops beating it won´t hurt this much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4192943828912301071?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4192943828912301071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/02/maybe-if-my-heart-stops-beating-it-wont.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4192943828912301071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4192943828912301071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/02/maybe-if-my-heart-stops-beating-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-580584955801821434</id><published>2012-02-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T19:15:00.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‎"Ella no es perfecta. Tú tampoco lo eres, y ustedes dos nunca serán perfectos. Pero si ella&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;puede hacerte reír al menos una vez, te hace &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;pensar dos veces, si admite ser humana y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;cometer errores, no la dejes ir y dale lo mejor de ti. Ella no va a recitarte poesía, no está&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;pensando en ti en todo momento, ... pero te dará una parte de ella que sabe que podrías&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;romper. No la lastimes, ... no la cambies, y no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;esperes de ella más de lo que puede darte. No&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;analices. Sonríe cuando te haga feliz, grita cuando te haga enojar y extráñala cuando no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;esté.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ama con todo tu ser cuando recibas su amor. Porque no existen las chicas perfectas, pero&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;siempre habrá una chica que es perfecta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;para ti.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-580584955801821434?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/580584955801821434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/02/ella-no-es-perfecta_05.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/580584955801821434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/580584955801821434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/02/ella-no-es-perfecta_05.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-9035398740381597579</id><published>2012-01-31T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:27:21.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;It would be a miracle to find beauty in all this chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://outofchaosharmony.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Hawaii-Molten-liquid-gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://outofchaosharmony.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Hawaii-Molten-liquid-gold.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&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/331437078953321091-9035398740381597579?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/9035398740381597579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-would-be-miracle-to-find-beauty-in.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/9035398740381597579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/9035398740381597579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-would-be-miracle-to-find-beauty-in.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1333634041727406345</id><published>2012-01-31T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:23:02.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness, the idea terrifies me</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I feel lonely. I feel I´m living an empty life although I´m surrounded by good friends who love me it´s&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not the &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;same. I wanna feel loved as I did a long time ago. I´m afraid of not being able to find someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who loves me &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever again, to spend the rest of my life alone. A lonely star in a shinny heaven. I know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who I am, I know I am &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;worth it, but who cares about it on these days?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I´m only 20 years old and I´ve already wanted to commit suicide twice, self injured 17 times and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thought &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;about &amp;nbsp;things that maybe other people don´t even consider in their whole life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;This is just a summary of what´s going through my mind nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1333634041727406345?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1333634041727406345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/loneliness-idea-terrifies-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1333634041727406345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1333634041727406345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/loneliness-idea-terrifies-me.html' title='Loneliness, the idea terrifies me'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4942182487886910357</id><published>2012-01-15T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T13:23:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Cause I´d rather hurt than feel nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxzFk0x_x_Q/TRBiWTngQvI/AAAAAAAAEZM/jxnpQABg1J0/s1600/Are+Feelings+and+Emotions+The+Same+Or+Different.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxzFk0x_x_Q/TRBiWTngQvI/AAAAAAAAEZM/jxnpQABg1J0/s320/Are+Feelings+and+Emotions+The+Same+Or+Different.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4942182487886910357?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4942182487886910357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/cause-id-rather-hurt-than-feel-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4942182487886910357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4942182487886910357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/cause-id-rather-hurt-than-feel-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pxzFk0x_x_Q/TRBiWTngQvI/AAAAAAAAEZM/jxnpQABg1J0/s72-c/Are+Feelings+and+Emotions+The+Same+Or+Different.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1243839065415131638</id><published>2012-01-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:16:26.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imgbase.info/images/safe-wallpapers/digital_art/abstract/10391_abstract_black-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.imgbase.info/images/safe-wallpapers/digital_art/abstract/10391_abstract_black-white.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;There is a big difference between understanding and acceptance...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1243839065415131638?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1243839065415131638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-is-big-difference-between.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1243839065415131638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1243839065415131638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-is-big-difference-between.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6112026974614656013</id><published>2011-12-30T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:23:43.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;"Solo los muertos conocen lo horrible que puede llegar a ser estar vivo"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6112026974614656013?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6112026974614656013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/12/solo-los-muertos-conocen-lo-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6112026974614656013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6112026974614656013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/12/solo-los-muertos-conocen-lo-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3318565655060285033</id><published>2011-12-21T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:29:18.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The truth is... &amp;nbsp; I never knew how to forgive her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zM5nukzvdX0/TNt274MgXCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YdZGJwNHRwo/S748/You_Can_by_Gothic_Art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zM5nukzvdX0/TNt274MgXCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YdZGJwNHRwo/S748/You_Can_by_Gothic_Art.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3318565655060285033?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3318565655060285033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-knew-how-to-forgive-her.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3318565655060285033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3318565655060285033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-knew-how-to-forgive-her.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zM5nukzvdX0/TNt274MgXCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YdZGJwNHRwo/s72-c/You_Can_by_Gothic_Art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2996588699814173961</id><published>2011-10-26T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:40:47.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprenderás - By William Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Después de algún tiempo aprenderás la diferencia entre dar la mano y socorrer a un alma, y aprenderás que amar no significa apoyarse, y que compañía no siempre significa seguridad. Comenzarás a aprender que los besos no son contratos, ni regalos, ni promesas. Comenzarás a aceptar tus derrotas con la cabeza erguida y la mirada al frente, con la gracia de un niño y no con la tristeza de un adulto y aprenderás a construir hoy todos tus caminos, porque el terreno de mañana es incierto para los proyectos y el futuro tiene la costumbre de caer en el vacío. Después de un tiempo aprenderás que el sol quema si te expones demasiado. Aceptarás incluso que las personas buenas podrían herirte alguna vez y necesitarás perdonarlas. Aprenderás que hablar puede aliviar los dolores del alma ,descubrirás que lleva años construir confianza y apenas unos segundos destruirla y que tu también podrás hacer cosas de las que te arrepentirás el resto de la vida. Aprenderás que las nuevas amistades continúan creciendo a pesar de las distancias, y que no importa que es lo que tienes, sino a quien tienes en la vida, y que los buenos amigos son la familia que nos permitimos elegir. Aprenderás que no tenemos que cambiar de amigos, si estamos dispuestos a aceptar que los amigos cambian. Te darás cuenta que puedes pasar buenos momentos con tu mejor amigo haciendo cualquier cosa o simplemente nada, solo por el placer de disfrutar su compañía. Descubrirás que muchas veces tomas a la ligera a las personas que mas te importan y por eso siempre debemos decir a esas personas que las amamos, porque nunca estaremos seguros de cuando será la ultima vez que las veamos. Aprenderás que las circunstancias y el ambiente que nos rodea tienen influencia sobre nosotros, pero nosotros somos los únicos responsables de lo que hacemos. Comenzarás a aprender que no nos debemos comparar con los demás, salvo cuando queramos imitarlos para mejorar. Descubrirás que lleva mucho tiempo llegar a ser la persona que quieres ser, y que el tiempo es corto. Aprenderás que no importa a donde llegaste, sino a donde te diriges y sino lo sabes cualquier lugar sirve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprenderás que si no controlas tus actos ellos te controlarán y que ser flexible no significa ser débil o no tener personalidad, porque no importa cuan delicada y frágil sea una situación: siempre existen dos lados. Aprenderás que héroes son las personas que hicieron lo que era necesario, enfrentando las consecuencias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprenderás que la paciencia requiere mucha práctica. Descubrirás que algunas veces, la persona que esperas que te patee cuando te caes, tal vez sea una de las pocas que te ayuden a levantarte. Madurar tiene mas que ver con lo que has aprendido de las experiencias, que con los años vividos. Aprenderás que hay mucho mas de tus padres en ti de lo que supones. Aprenderás que nunca se debe decir a un niño que sus sueños son tonterías, porque pocas cosas son tan humillantes y sería una tragedia si lo creyese porque le estarás quitando la&amp;nbsp;esperanza. Aprenderás que cuando sientes rabia, tienes derecho a tenerla, pero eso no te da el derecho de ser cruel. Descubrirás que solo porque alguien no te ama de la forma que quieres, no significa que no te ame con todo lo que puede, porque hay personas que nos aman, pero que no saben como demostrarlo.No siempre es suficiente ser perdonado por alguien, algunas veces tendrás que aprender a perdonarte a ti mismo. Aprenderás que con la misma severidad con que juzgas, también serás juzgado y en algún momento condenado. Aprenderás que no importa en cuantos pedazos tu corazón se partió, el mundo no se detiene para que lo arregles. Aprenderás que el tiempo no es algo que pueda volver hacia atrás, por lo tanto, debes cultivar tu propio jardín y decorar tu alma, en vez de esperar que alguien te traiga flores. Entonces y solo entonces sabrás realmente lo que puedes soportar; que eres fuerte y que podrás ir mucho mas lejos de lo que pensabas cuando creías que no se podía mas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://danieltubau.com/images/Hamletcraneo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #666666; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://danieltubau.com/images/Hamletcraneo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; 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font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;¿Donde van los recuerdos cuando se olvidan?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7746450563961252179?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7746450563961252179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/09/donde-van-los-recuerdos-cuando-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7746450563961252179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7746450563961252179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/09/donde-van-los-recuerdos-cuando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4293309980962753425</id><published>2011-09-06T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:25:02.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nos pasamos la vida esperando que pase algo y lo único que pasa es la vida. Jamás&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;entendemos el valor de &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;los&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;momentos, hasta que se convirtieron en recuerdos. Por eso haz lo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;que quieras hacer, antes de que se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;convierta en lo que te "gustaría" haber hecho. No hagas de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;tu vida un borrador, porque posiblemente no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;tengas tiempo de pasarlo en limpio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smashandpeas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/road-to-nowhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.smashandpeas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/road-to-nowhere.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"&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/331437078953321091-4293309980962753425?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4293309980962753425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/09/nos-pasamos-la-vida-esperando-que-pase.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4293309980962753425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4293309980962753425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/09/nos-pasamos-la-vida-esperando-que-pase.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-34669792629185183</id><published>2011-08-27T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:08:11.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y si, necesito cortarme, quiero cortarme y ser capaz de mandar a todo el mundo a la mierda de una vez por todas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-34669792629185183?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/34669792629185183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-si-necesito-cortarme-quiero-cortarme.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/34669792629185183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/34669792629185183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-si-necesito-cortarme-quiero-cortarme.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6922468844681131537</id><published>2011-08-18T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:16:26.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We live forever... but they never come back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6922468844681131537?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6922468844681131537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6922468844681131537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6922468844681131537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-live-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8094905162916664815</id><published>2011-07-31T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:22:32.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"A veces esperamos demasiado de las otras personas, sólo porque nosotros estaríamos dispuestos a hacer mucho más por ellos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8094905162916664815?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8094905162916664815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8094905162916664815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8094905162916664815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-pensar.html' title='Para pensar'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7854091334432731771</id><published>2011-07-25T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:49:37.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281210_222932864416598_187613924615159_639235_476323_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/281210_222932864416598_187613924615159_639235_476323_n.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Escribo reflejos de espejismos. Escribo sobre la superficie de un espejo  de plata pulida. Escribo sobre la superficie del lago de mi ignoracia,  sobre el mantel de la mesa de mis olvidos. Escribo para vivir lo  imposible, para amar la inocencia de un arte que se escribe solo por el  placer de observar el fabuloso prodigio de la creación, invisible regalo  que yace en el interior del artista. Escribo. Y tú lees. Dulce milagro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7854091334432731771?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7854091334432731771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/escribo-reflejos-de-espejismos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7854091334432731771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7854091334432731771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/escribo-reflejos-de-espejismos.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7045928552878172367</id><published>2011-07-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:00:13.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don´t know what´s right or wrong anymore... I feel so lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7045928552878172367?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7045928552878172367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-whats-right-or-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7045928552878172367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7045928552878172367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-whats-right-or-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5475720274416248486</id><published>2011-07-07T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:35:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the sadness will never end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tengo miedo al reemplazo y al abandono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Le temo a la soledad, y al dolor&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de que con el paso del tiempo se de cuenta de que no soy lo mejor para ella, y yo termine otra vez solo, buscando alguna razon para vivir...&lt;br /&gt;A veces, es espeluznante la poca importancia que le doy a mi vida, y la mucha que tienen algunas personas en ella.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito saber con seguridad que va a haber algun momento en mi vida en que voy a ser verdadera y continuamente feliz, quiero una felicidad como la de ahora, solo que sin los problemas, sin el dolor, sin la paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;Hago todo para que las cosas en mi vida salgan bien, y al ver que no lo hacen me pregunto ¿De que carajo sirve si termina todo mal igual?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces pienso que inclusive el simple hecho de estar vivo no tiene sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;And well, basically these are some of the things that are happening at the moment, I think I need to see a shrink, do u agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flogfotos.miarroba.st/0/5/1/4071051/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://flogfotos.miarroba.st/0/5/1/4071051/26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5475720274416248486?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5475720274416248486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-sadness-will-never-end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5475720274416248486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5475720274416248486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-sadness-will-never-end.html' title='And the sadness will never end...'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7266838802989584078</id><published>2011-07-01T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:31:10.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ojala tuviera la facilidad para escribir que tuve alguna vez, me parecia asombroso el hecho de poder crear cosas agradables a la vista de un lector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess some things change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;and others never do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLKAuTFN8j0/TbIw57pQQmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KwiWiPaVrPc/s1600/Cartas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLKAuTFN8j0/TbIw57pQQmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KwiWiPaVrPc/s320/Cartas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7266838802989584078?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7266838802989584078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/ojala-tuviera-la-facilidad-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7266838802989584078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7266838802989584078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/07/ojala-tuviera-la-facilidad-para.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kLKAuTFN8j0/TbIw57pQQmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KwiWiPaVrPc/s72-c/Cartas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3054325593788558324</id><published>2011-06-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:10:37.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Good memories can save your life, and the lack of them can kill you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Tengo una aterradora facilidad para recordar los malos momentos de mi vida, y una dificultad increible para recordar los buenos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3054325593788558324?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3054325593788558324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-memories-can-save-your-life-and.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3054325593788558324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3054325593788558324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-memories-can-save-your-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8723074625669545231</id><published>2011-06-21T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:03:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I dead ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I wanna feel something, at least, pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8723074625669545231?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8723074625669545231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-dead.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8723074625669545231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8723074625669545231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-dead.html' title='Am I dead ?'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6945661647412835998</id><published>2011-06-15T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:44:09.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;El  escritor acometió la tarea. Iba a escribir un micrrorelato. Pero al  abrirse el pecho para buscar una historia, la encontró ya escrita en una  máquina de escribir alumbrada por su musa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248208_206239262752625_187613924615159_575724_4968252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248208_206239262752625_187613924615159_575724_4968252_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6945661647412835998?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6945661647412835998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-escritor-acometio-la-tarea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6945661647412835998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6945661647412835998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-escritor-acometio-la-tarea.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2626087213000443172</id><published>2011-06-11T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:05:01.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder, how does it feel to be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2626087213000443172?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2626087213000443172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-wonder-how-does-it-feel-to.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2626087213000443172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2626087213000443172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-wonder-how-does-it-feel-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1768452768811925552</id><published>2011-06-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:37:43.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="color: white; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;La vida no es mas que una Sombra errante, un pobre payaso.&lt;br /&gt;Que se pavonea y se agita una hora en el escenario.&lt;br /&gt;Y al que después jamás se vuelve a escuchar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buenosairesargentina.ws/blog/wp-content/uploads/teatro-colon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.buenosairesargentina.ws/blog/wp-content/uploads/teatro-colon.gif" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1768452768811925552?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1768452768811925552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-vida-no-es-mas-que-una-sombra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1768452768811925552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1768452768811925552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-vida-no-es-mas-que-una-sombra.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-837043575731337964</id><published>2011-06-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T05:59:25.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Necesito saber, necesito tener la certeza de que algun dia voy a ser feliz con continuidad...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6OIvBDfljzk/TDwYgqqbfVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gu47Zpnpffo/s1600/689420mascaras-de-teatro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6OIvBDfljzk/TDwYgqqbfVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gu47Zpnpffo/s320/689420mascaras-de-teatro.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-837043575731337964?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/837043575731337964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/necesito-saber-necesito-tener-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/837043575731337964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/837043575731337964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/06/necesito-saber-necesito-tener-la.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6OIvBDfljzk/TDwYgqqbfVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gu47Zpnpffo/s72-c/689420mascaras-de-teatro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7653313801938999457</id><published>2011-05-25T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:05:25.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivir porque sí, porque ni siquiera te molestas en matarte. Porque ni  siquiera eso te atrae. Vivir esperando que algún día aparezca una pizca  de interés o un rasguño de emoción o incentivo por algo. Casi por  inercia. Esperar que los días sean todos iguales. Buscar cosas para  hacer, no por placer sino para evitar el dolor que supone seguir  respirando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7653313801938999457?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7653313801938999457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/vivir-porque-si-porque-ni-siquiera-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7653313801938999457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7653313801938999457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/vivir-porque-si-porque-ni-siquiera-te.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4894123101963125618</id><published>2011-05-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:59:24.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Momentos como este es cuando uno piensa y termina haciendo estupideces...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPP4qLTp2OI/TTDxl7sSWOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/a_obyYoe2jo/s1600/Self_Injury__by_vegigoddess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPP4qLTp2OI/TTDxl7sSWOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/a_obyYoe2jo/s320/Self_Injury__by_vegigoddess.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4894123101963125618?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4894123101963125618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/momentos-como-este-es-cuando-uno-piensa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4894123101963125618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4894123101963125618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/momentos-como-este-es-cuando-uno-piensa.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPP4qLTp2OI/TTDxl7sSWOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/a_obyYoe2jo/s72-c/Self_Injury__by_vegigoddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3918723783024400169</id><published>2011-05-20T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:37:30.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At the end... Just follow your heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3918723783024400169?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3918723783024400169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3918723783024400169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3918723783024400169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/at-end.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3215215036746038698</id><published>2011-05-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:09:08.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough sometimes isn´t enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Das&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; todo&lt;/span&gt; por una persona, y sin embargo,&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no es suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Y ahora que hago ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3215215036746038698?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3215215036746038698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/enough-sometimes-isnt-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3215215036746038698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3215215036746038698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/enough-sometimes-isnt-enough.html' title='Enough sometimes isn´t enough'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5738158804423861076</id><published>2011-05-05T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:26:26.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man that you fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6n7Sim0uXw/TMwUuLglznI/AAAAAAAAARc/Xly6anrCrlM/s1600/miedo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6n7Sim0uXw/TMwUuLglznI/AAAAAAAAARc/Xly6anrCrlM/s320/miedo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I´m my biggest fear... what a shame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5738158804423861076?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5738158804423861076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/man-that-you-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5738158804423861076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5738158804423861076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/05/man-that-you-fear.html' title='The man that you fear'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6n7Sim0uXw/TMwUuLglznI/AAAAAAAAARc/Xly6anrCrlM/s72-c/miedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5115476131343375046</id><published>2011-04-30T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:03:13.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R I P</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Lo admirable es que el hombre siga luchando y creando belleza en medio de un mundo bárbaro y hostil". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2abDzGytLXE/TCF0dhG_1sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LIE1YDCmX8E/s1600/Ernesto+Sabato+con+copyright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2abDzGytLXE/TCF0dhG_1sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LIE1YDCmX8E/s320/Ernesto+Sabato+con+copyright.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: white; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;RIP Ernesto Sábato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5115476131343375046?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5115476131343375046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-i-p.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5115476131343375046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5115476131343375046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/r-i-p.html' title='R I P'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2abDzGytLXE/TCF0dhG_1sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/LIE1YDCmX8E/s72-c/Ernesto+Sabato+con+copyright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-543350856363008269</id><published>2011-04-29T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T20:32:27.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel comfortable&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shall I feel this way... ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel distant&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I guess the right question would be...&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna know the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-543350856363008269?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/543350856363008269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-well-i-feel-comfortable-shall-i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/543350856363008269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/543350856363008269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-well-i-feel-comfortable-shall-i.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1965001802269799454</id><published>2011-04-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:56:11.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Destino&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sentido&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;El&amp;nbsp; anagrama más dificil de resolver &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1965001802269799454?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1965001802269799454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/destino-sentido-el-anagrama-mas-dificil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1965001802269799454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1965001802269799454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/destino-sentido-el-anagrama-mas-dificil.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-527000057693784017</id><published>2011-04-05T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:10:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que increible es ver como tu vida se desmorona en tan solo un momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-527000057693784017?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/527000057693784017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/que-increible-es-ver-como-tu-vida-se.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/527000057693784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/527000057693784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/que-increible-es-ver-como-tu-vida-se.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8487175396804351231</id><published>2011-04-01T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:45:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0r7NPtiiEk/S9Ry4gFwVnI/AAAAAAAAGmU/jcNF3Id4GXw/s400/antichrist-superstar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0r7NPtiiEk/S9Ry4gFwVnI/AAAAAAAAGmU/jcNF3Id4GXw/s320/antichrist-superstar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love, but It´s a long hard road out of hell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8487175396804351231?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8487175396804351231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-live-i-wanna-love-but-its-long.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8487175396804351231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8487175396804351231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wanna-live-i-wanna-love-but-its-long.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R0r7NPtiiEk/S9Ry4gFwVnI/AAAAAAAAGmU/jcNF3Id4GXw/s72-c/antichrist-superstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-439242187952101822</id><published>2011-03-27T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:08:10.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Puse rosas negras sobre nuestra cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;sobre su memoria puse rosas blancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Y a la luz difusa de la madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;me quité la vida para no matarla…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-439242187952101822?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/439242187952101822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/03/puse-rosas-negras-sobre-nuestra-cama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/439242187952101822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/439242187952101822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/03/puse-rosas-negras-sobre-nuestra-cama.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6335384774968979327</id><published>2011-03-11T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:22:46.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Enamorarse, es darle la capacidad a otra persona de hacer que tu vida parezca un sueño o una pesadilla&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCBuTU5FhXU/SwQY4d0j5VI/AAAAAAAAADM/akbL3ycKolY/s320/emo-amor-imposible-distancia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCBuTU5FhXU/SwQY4d0j5VI/AAAAAAAAADM/akbL3ycKolY/s320/emo-amor-imposible-distancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6335384774968979327?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6335384774968979327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/03/enamorarse-es-darle-la-capacidad-otra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6335384774968979327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6335384774968979327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/03/enamorarse-es-darle-la-capacidad-otra.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCBuTU5FhXU/SwQY4d0j5VI/AAAAAAAAADM/akbL3ycKolY/s72-c/emo-amor-imposible-distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-347938113366511185</id><published>2011-03-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T07:07:04.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I´m not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I PROMISE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-347938113366511185?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/347938113366511185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-okay-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/347938113366511185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/347938113366511185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-okay-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8061468036333125767</id><published>2011-02-28T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:18:09.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Es un hecho importante y conocido que las cosas no siempre son... lo que  parecen. Por ejemplo, en el planeta Tierra el hombre siempre supuso que  era más inteligente que los delfines porque había producido muchas  cosas -la rueda, Nueva York, las guerras, etcétera-, mientras que los  delfines lo único que habían hecho consistía en juguetear en el agua y  divertirse. Pero a la inversa, los delfines siempre creyeron que eran  mucho más inteligentes que el hombre, precisamente por las mismas  razones.~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8061468036333125767?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8061468036333125767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/es-un-hecho-importante-y-conocido-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8061468036333125767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8061468036333125767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/es-un-hecho-importante-y-conocido-que.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4719531805028627641</id><published>2011-02-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:04:37.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este es el único sol que volveras a ver siempre. Pero dispondrás de un milenio de noches para ver la luz como ningún mortal la ha visto nunca, para arrancar de las lejanas estrellas, como si fueras otro Prometeo, una iluminación eterna con la cual comprender todas las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.librodearena.com/b/6/1386776/Luna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://image.librodearena.com/b/6/1386776/Luna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4719531805028627641?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4719531805028627641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/este-es-el-unico-sol-que-volveras-ver.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4719531805028627641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4719531805028627641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/este-es-el-unico-sol-que-volveras-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5566005820783643554</id><published>2011-02-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:57:17.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;La eternidad no es otra cosa que el desarrollo de una vida humana detras de la otra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5566005820783643554?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5566005820783643554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-eternidad-no-es-otra-cosa-que-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5566005820783643554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5566005820783643554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-eternidad-no-es-otra-cosa-que-el.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1375637460094772609</id><published>2011-02-18T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:55:51.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento Creativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estás   conduciendo tu coche en una noche de tormenta terrible. Pasas por una   parada de autobús donde se encuentran tres personas esperando:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;1. Una anciana que parece a punto de morir.&lt;br /&gt;2. Un viejo amigo que te salvó la vida una vez.&lt;br /&gt;3. El hombre perfecto o la mujer de tus sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿A cuál llevarías en el coche, teniendo en cuenta que sólo tienes sitio para un pasajero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Este  es un dilema ético-moral que una vez se utilizó en una  entrevista de  trabajo. Podrías llevar a la anciana, porque va a morir y  por lo tanto  deberías salvarla primero; o podrías llevar al amigo, ya  que el te  salvó la vida una vez y estas en deuda con él. Sin embargo,  tal vez  nunca vuelvas a encontrar al amante perfecto de tus sueños. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El  aspirante que fue contratado (de entre 200 aspirantes) no dudó al  dar  su respuesta. Me encanta, y espero poder utilizarlo alguna vez en   alguna entrevista. ¿QUÉ DIJO? &lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplemente  contestó: "Le daría las llaves  del coche a mi amigo, y le pediría que  llevara a la anciana al  hospital, mientras yo me quedaría esperando el  autobús con la mujer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mis sueños." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;Moraleja: Debemos superar las aparentes limitaciones que nos plantean los problemas, y aprender a pensar creativamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1375637460094772609?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1375637460094772609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/pensamiento-creativo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1375637460094772609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1375637460094772609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/02/pensamiento-creativo.html' title='Pensamiento Creativo'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5169214196953790346</id><published>2011-01-18T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:05:14.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lestat, el vampiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Estoy muerto y soy un vampiro. Y las criaturas morirán para que yo pueda vivir: beberé su sangre para que yo pueda seguir viviendo. Y nunca jamás volveré a ver a Nicolas, ni a mi madre, ni a ninguno de los humanos que he conocido y amado, ni a nadie de mi familia humana. Beberé sangre. Y viviré para siempre. Eso será exactamente lo que sucederá. Y lo que sucederá está sólo empezando: ¡apenas acaba de nacer! Y el parto que lo ha dado a luz ha sido un éxtasis como jamás antes había conocido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wouldn´t it be nice to live forever ? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5169214196953790346?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5169214196953790346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/01/lestat-el-vampiro.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5169214196953790346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5169214196953790346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2011/01/lestat-el-vampiro.html' title='Lestat, el vampiro'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2527212031137227108</id><published>2010-12-30T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:04:08.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so  regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has  opened for us.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs118.snc4/36246_10150110133631042_15650321041_7413639_6667286_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs118.snc4/36246_10150110133631042_15650321041_7413639_6667286_n.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2527212031137227108?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2527212031137227108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-one-door-closes-another-opens-but.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2527212031137227108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2527212031137227108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-one-door-closes-another-opens-but.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2501478374982648451</id><published>2010-12-28T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:35:36.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un cuento para reflexionar</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LA SERPIENTE Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; LA LUCIERNAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;Cuenta la leyenda, que una vez, una serpiente empezó a perseguir a  una Luciérnaga; ésta huía rápido de la feroz depredadora, pero la  serpiente no pensaba desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Huyó un día y ella no desistía, dos días y nada.&lt;br /&gt;Al tercer día, la Luciérnaga paró y fingiéndose exhausta, dijo a la serpiente:&lt;br /&gt;- Espera, me rindo, pero antes de atraparme permíteme hacerte unas preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;- No acostumbro dar éste precedente a nadie pero como te pienso devorar, puedes preguntarme.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Pertenezco a tu cadena alimenticia?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Te hice algún mal?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;- Entonces, ¿Porque quieres acabar conmigo?&lt;br /&gt;- Porque no soporto verte brillar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;La luciérnaga se atrevió a recabar esa información, porque quería  entender la situación que a todas luces le parecía sin sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;Una vez enterada del adormecimiento y la envidia de la serpiente, se  limitó a sonreír y volar más alto y rápido aún, con lo que la serpiente  se quedó con ganas de ese bocado tan luminoso que demostró estar fuera  de su alcance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;En un guiño final de su luz, el bichito alado le gritó a la serpiente, muy encima de ella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;-“Es hora de que aprendas a brillar tu misma de un modo tan hermoso  que aún nosotras las luciérnagas, observemos con admiración, tu gran  resplandor”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: red;"&gt;Hay muchas personas que no soportan ver brillar a otras, envidian su vida, sus logros, su familia y hasta su sonrisa!&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna persona así nos tocase en la vida, nunca dejemos de brillar,  nunca&amp;nbsp; dejemos de seguir siendo nosotros mismos, de seguir haciendo&amp;nbsp; y  dando lo mejor de nosotros, hasta que esas personas comprendan que no  pueden hacernos nada malo y que nuestra luz siempre seguirá intacta, y a  lo mejor entonces, ellas comienzan a tratar de brillar por si mismas  también.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2501478374982648451?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2501478374982648451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-cuento-para-reflexionar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2501478374982648451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2501478374982648451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-cuento-para-reflexionar.html' title='Un cuento para reflexionar'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8689242893750822737</id><published>2010-12-23T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:47:26.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"William Shakespeare decía: Siempre me siento feliz, sabes por qué?  Porque no espero nada de nadie, esperar siempre duele. Los problemas no  son eternos, siempre tienen solución, lo único que no se resuelve es la  muerte. La vida es corta, por eso ámala, se feliz y siempre sonríe, solo  vive intensamente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8689242893750822737?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8689242893750822737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/william-shakespeare-decia-siempre-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8689242893750822737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8689242893750822737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/william-shakespeare-decia-siempre-me.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4263898906358362276</id><published>2010-12-15T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:59:18.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;El corazón no muere cuando deja de latir; el corazón muere cuando los latidos no tienen sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disparaleatodo.com/fotos/1570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.disparaleatodo.com/fotos/1570.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4263898906358362276?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4263898906358362276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-corazon-no-muere-cuando-deja-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4263898906358362276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4263898906358362276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-corazon-no-muere-cuando-deja-de.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-898402879169102180</id><published>2010-12-12T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:39:26.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay cosas que nunca se superan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-898402879169102180?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/898402879169102180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/hay-cosas-que-nunca-se-superan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/898402879169102180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/898402879169102180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/hay-cosas-que-nunca-se-superan.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2924922453983231511</id><published>2010-12-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:41:12.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Losing somone is never easy. But it will come the time when you will remember and it won´t hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joyasdecantabria.es/fotos/webs/rip-101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.joyasdecantabria.es/fotos/webs/rip-101.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2157678397253985007</id><published>2010-12-05T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:57:36.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can´t</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La extraño y no quiero&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siento algo por ella y no debo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quisiera olvidarla, pero no puedo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMB_tNnnWkU/SWAybEj5SZI/AAAAAAAAT_4/w6-FbErtePQ/s400/rosas_negras_gothicvsdark.net_+%287%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMB_tNnnWkU/SWAybEj5SZI/AAAAAAAAT_4/w6-FbErtePQ/s320/rosas_negras_gothicvsdark.net_+%287%29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2157678397253985007?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2157678397253985007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2157678397253985007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Siempre queriendo hacer lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;buscarle una razon al sentimiento&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7129896561344354858?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7129896561344354858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/siempre-queriendo-hacer-lo-imposible.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7129896561344354858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7129896561344354858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/12/siempre-queriendo-hacer-lo-imposible.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6692091012958067023</id><published>2010-11-25T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:11:40.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don´t know</title><content type='html'>Extraño tantas cosas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se si quiero que todo vuelva a ser como antes, o que pase todo rapido y olvidarme de todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Como puedo seguir sin gente que necesito y ya no esta ahi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6692091012958067023?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6692091012958067023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6692091012958067023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6692091012958067023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know.html' title='I don´t know'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1733524705861750571</id><published>2010-11-23T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:21:07.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entiendo &lt;strike style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ABSOLUT&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1733524705861750571?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3521526978813101564</id><published>2010-11-18T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:26:09.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>La vida perfecta seria como un album de fotos, congelar los buenos momentos y hacerlos durar por siempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;¿No seria lindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3521526978813101564?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5235931671101246332</id><published>2010-11-08T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:18:53.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: webdings;"&gt;El  acto de cortarse no es difícil de entender, descargamos todos nuestros  problemas, emociones que dejamos correr, luego están las cicatrices que  buscamos esconder, marcas de errores que cometimos cuando otros quisimos  resolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;Publicado por &lt;span class="fn"&gt;blood addict&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; en &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2009/10/autoflagelacion.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-10-05T20:14:00-07:00"&gt;20:14&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span&gt;lunes 5 de octubre de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que ganas de volver... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5235931671101246332?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5235931671101246332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-acto-de-cortarse-no-es-dificil-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5235931671101246332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5235931671101246332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/el-acto-de-cortarse-no-es-dificil-de.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2761784938322647160</id><published>2010-11-07T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:36:09.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quisiera volver un año atras y que muchas cosas fueran como en ese momento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2761784938322647160?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2761784938322647160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/quisiera-volver-un-ano-atras-y-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2761784938322647160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2761784938322647160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/quisiera-volver-un-ano-atras-y-que.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-122067337625807650</id><published>2010-11-05T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:29:19.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don´t know how, why, or when</title><content type='html'>Nunca quisieron entender como llegaron a donde estan ahora?, me refiero a saber porque son como son en cuanto a su personalidad, costumbres y etc...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo mas contradicciones en mi vida de las que una persona se pueda imaginar. &lt;br /&gt;Yo soy una persona sensible, inteligente, madura, que a veces no piensa antes de hablar o hacer algo y a veces piensa demasiado y nada de algo o en exceso siempre trae malos resultados.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces me pregunte porque soy asi, antes era todo lo contrario a lo que soy ahora, mas arisco mas frio e insensible, totalmente solitario, DIOS como extraño ser asi y que nada me importe, que las cosas o las personas te importen lo unico que logra es hacerte mal. &lt;br /&gt;En fin me gustaria entender porque soy asi y no soy distinto, porque no puedo ser mas feliz y optimista con la vida (para los que esten leyendo sepan que lo intente y no me sale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque escribo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribo porque me ayuda a entenderme a mi mismo, es una forma de descargarme (en lugar de cortarme, y si ya no me importa que la gente lo sepa siempre y cuando tenga en claro que lo hice porque estaba mal y no proque queria llamar la atencion) de mis problemas y reflejar mi vida en un espejo a traves de las palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solia cortarme para liberar presiones que tenia en mi vida, mayormente los problemas venian por parte de mis viejos, ante sus ojos siempre era un inutil, un inservible, un bueno para nada, y bueno despues de tirarme tanta mierda eso fue lo que lograron.&amp;nbsp; ¿Como llegue a eso? La verdad, no tengo idea, me gustaria saberlo pero no lo se. Si me preguntan si lo volveria a hacer, la verdad que si, volveria a hacerlo. Preguntaran porque, es porque es una forma de descargar mis emociones negativas de manera rapida y efectiva y no tengo que confiar en nadie (leer al que le interese el escrito anterior a este).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mis viejos no saben nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre le oculte todo a mis padres, nunca me gusto que se metieran en mi vida ya que tenemos distintas formas de ver las cosas y si es que me equivoco prefiero que me dejen equivocarme en lugar de evitar que lo hagan y se metan creyendo que saben mucho cuando en realidad no saben nada. Yo nunca les cuento mis problemas o cosas mias que no tengan que ver con la carrera que estoy estudiando, les oculto TODO. &lt;br /&gt;SI VIEJA VISTE? TU HIJO EL INUTIL QUE NO SIRVE PARA NADA QUE SEGUN VOS NO TIENE UNA PUTA PREOCUPACION EN LA VIDA, QUIZO TERMINARLA 2 VECES Y SE CORTO UNAS CUANTAS VECES, Y GRAN PARTE DE LA CULPA DE QUE YO HAYA LLEGADO A ESO LA TENES VOS. Y DESPUES TENES LA CARADUREZ DE VENIR A DECIRME "YO TE CONOZCO" JAJAJAJ DIOS QUE VIDA DE MIERDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Soluciones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sera que siempre busco la salida facil, parece ser una solucion pero sabes que termina siendo un quilombo. Problemas de peso, anorexia y bulimia son la respuesta (si no fuera porque tengo viejos que me estan encima sseria un bulimico en potencia). Problemas emocionales, siempre esta la gillete a mano.&lt;br /&gt;Y si, yo se que esta "mal" (varia depende desde que punto de vista lo veas) pero bueno, despues de 2 años de remarla uno medio que se cansa y termina tirandose por la salida facil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I saw in a movie once, "Good memories can save your life" and that´s right but the thing here is I CAN´T REMEMBER THE HAPPY THINGS. Tengo un talento terrorificamente increible para recordar todas las cagadas y momentos malos de mi vida con detalles&amp;nbsp; que a veces hasta a mi mismo me sorprende.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces... de que putos buenos recuerdos me estas hablando si no tengo memoria para poder acordarme de ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y bueno hasta aca va por ahora, el que quiere leer que lea, el que quiere comentar es libre de hacerlo (sino seria ironico que lo publicara y no quisiera que comente nadie o nadie lo lea) mientras nadie se preocupe por lo que pase con mi vida y me deje ser que digan lo que quieran, el comentario sera leido y respondido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;PD: El escrito es una mierda, al igual que mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-122067337625807650?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/122067337625807650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-how-why-or-when.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/122067337625807650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/122067337625807650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-how-why-or-when.html' title='I don´t know how, why, or when'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7146136863873729100</id><published>2010-10-22T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T01:23:24.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend of mine said once: "Trust Issues Suck" and she was right...</title><content type='html'>I don´t know why I find so hard to trust on someone.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fear, fear of being judged, fear of not being accepted. Because of all the trobules I´ve been through, I got to the point that I wasn´t sure if I was crazy or not. That´s what I fear most, being crazy, being insane.&lt;br /&gt;Two years have passed, and I still haven´t told my parents I´ve wanted to commit suicide. The only thing I could think about was that they were going to take me to some kind of psychiatric hospital and leave me there till my "ilness" was healed.&lt;br /&gt;I didn´t want to be classified as a person who has some kind of mental disorder, I don´t have anything against them It´s just that I don´t know. I just didn´t want to. It´s up to date that I don´t know why I was so terrified about that, but I just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;Another cause of my trust issues, is that in the past, I´ve trusted on persons who I thought were friends, but they showed me they weren´t. Those persons who I wrongly used to call friends, used to make fun of that, while they were laughing about it, I remember I thought "You are making fun of what could have been the end of my life" What a funny joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that´s basically the truth about why I don´t feel comfortable when I need to talk with someone cause I have a problem, but well I¨ve found a few persons that I know are reliable.&lt;br /&gt;If you read this and you are curious about it, the answer is NO, I´m not crazy and I haven´t got any kind of mental illness, it´s just that it took me some time to understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7146136863873729100?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7146136863873729100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/friend-of-mine-said-once-trust-issues.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7146136863873729100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7146136863873729100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/friend-of-mine-said-once-trust-issues.html' title='A friend of mine said once: &quot;Trust Issues Suck&quot; and she was right...'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7109062119796341752</id><published>2010-10-20T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:51:58.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Necesito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; porque&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nisiquiera yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;puedo entenderme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7109062119796341752?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7109062119796341752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/necesito-entender-porque-nisiquiera-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7109062119796341752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7109062119796341752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/necesito-entender-porque-nisiquiera-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7867067279147345393</id><published>2010-10-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:27:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Fui cobarde, me rendí más de una vez estuve a punto&lt;br /&gt;punto en mi libreta esta historia incompleta, ya ni lucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; line-height: 20px;"&gt;17 y contando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/331437078953321091-7867067279147345393?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7867067279147345393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/fui-cobarde-me-rendi-mas-de-una-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7867067279147345393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7867067279147345393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/fui-cobarde-me-rendi-mas-de-una-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5760217347006852199</id><published>2010-10-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:24:18.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;When this began&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;And Id get lost in the nothingness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;And Id let it all out to find&lt;br /&gt;That im not the only person with these things in mind&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;When all the vacancy the words revealed&lt;br /&gt;Is the only real thing that Ive got left to feel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to loose&lt;br /&gt;Just stuck, hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I felt so long&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the pain till its gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;Like Im close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something Ive wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;And Ive got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I didnt fall right down on my face&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;Looking everwhere only to find&lt;br /&gt;That its not the way I had imagined it all in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So what am I&lt;br /&gt;What do I have but negativity&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to loose&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain, hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I felt so long&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the pain till its gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;Like Im close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something Ive wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go of the pain I felt so long&lt;br /&gt;Erase all the pain till its gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;I will never know&lt;br /&gt;Myself until I do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I will never feel&lt;br /&gt;Anything else, until my wounds are healed&lt;br /&gt;I will never be anything&lt;br /&gt;Until I break away from me&lt;br /&gt;I will break away&lt;br /&gt;I'll find myself today&lt;br /&gt; wanna heal I wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;Like Im close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something Ive wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel I wanna feel like Im&lt;br /&gt;somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal I wanna feel I wanna feel like Im&lt;br /&gt;somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.coveralia.com/audio/l/Linkin_Park-Meteora-Frontal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.coveralia.com/audio/l/Linkin_Park-Meteora-Frontal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5760217347006852199?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5760217347006852199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-this-begani-had-nothing-to-sayand.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5760217347006852199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5760217347006852199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-this-begani-had-nothing-to-sayand.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4096336598974155061</id><published>2010-10-10T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:45:17.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ying - Yang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;No se lo que siento&lt;/span&gt;, mejor dicho,&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; me gustaría sentir algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; porque la verdad es que en estos momentos &lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no siento nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Es raro de explicar se que no estoy mal en sentido de que no estoy triste por eso si me preguntan como andas? Contesto bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;pero al mismo tiempo si relacionamos bienestar con felicidad no estoy bien tampoco porque el hecho de que no este triste no significa que este feliz&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;i&gt; y viceversa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde que tengo memoria que me sentí muy perseguido con el tema del reemplazo y el abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, soy de tomar afecto muy rápida y fácilmente con una persona, mas alla de que no siempre fui un ser muy sociable &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nunca tuve dificultad para hacer amigos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;aunque con el tiempo la vida te va demostrando la cantidad de veces que te equivocaste al llamar amigo a una persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Y a veces pienso que raro que es, o lo&lt;strike style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;contradictorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; de las situaciones por un lado como dije antes &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;no quiero perder a mis amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; son la razón mas importante que tengo para seguir con mi vida y la única&amp;nbsp; cosa que le da sentido a la misma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Y sin embargo &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;me aíslo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, los empujo hacia afuera, &lt;strike style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;me cuesta confiar en ellos&lt;/strike&gt; (me cuesta confiar en la gente en general), el numero de personas en las que confío para contar mis problemas se reduce cada vez mas, &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;es como si en un momento diera 5 pasos hacia delante y al siguiente 10 pasos hacia atrás.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces me pregunto si mi forma de ser es aceptable, siempre busque ayudar al otro aunque no lo conozca, y muchos me preguntan ¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;¿Porque hacerlo?&lt;/span&gt; Y yo contesto &lt;strike style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;¿Porque no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;u&gt;siempre busque no hacerle mal a nadie y estar ahí siempre que alguien me necesite&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;yo se que no lo hice pero bueno por lo menos la intención siempre estuvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;En fin estoy toda la semana rodeado de personas, no digo que sean malas personas, al contrario son gente a la que considero amigos/as y es por esto mismo que llegado el fin de semana que son mis días libres no salgo porque prefiero estar solo porque es algo que necesito, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;necesito la paz de la completa soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Igualmente no es ese el punto, mi punto es lo contradictorio entre el miedo de perder a mis amigos y al mismo tiempo alejarlos de mi por el gusto por la soledad (sí lo se, el que lee debe pensar que estoy medio loco y la verdad es algo de lo que supongo nunca estaré seguro), pero yendo mas allá de esta contradicción, podemos encontrar muchas otras.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;El miedo a la muerte y las ganas de morir, días que no siento nada y días que me sorprendo de mi sensibilidad y bueno podemos encontrar muchas en mi vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://www.adamar.org/oldesign/imagenes/num4/opuestos2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Naturaleza de los Opuestos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adamar.org/oldesign/imagenes/num4/opuestos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4096336598974155061?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4096336598974155061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/ying-yang.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4096336598974155061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4096336598974155061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/ying-yang.html' title='Ying - Yang'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-413878234809819187</id><published>2010-10-02T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:04:46.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muchas veces he preferido estar solo y tambien he querido morir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hekubita.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/1180485657_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://hekubita.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/1180485657_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;sin embargo, le temo a la soledad y a la muerte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-413878234809819187?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/413878234809819187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/ironia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/413878234809819187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/413878234809819187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/10/ironia.html' title='Ironía'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-667441418121215206</id><published>2010-09-28T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:05:49.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eramos concientes que era todo una mentira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;pero nos hacia mucho mas felices que la cruda verdad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-667441418121215206?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/667441418121215206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/eramos-concientes-que-era-todo-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/667441418121215206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/667441418121215206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/eramos-concientes-que-era-todo-una.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7408942968618063513</id><published>2010-09-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:28:41.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Esta mal tener miedo al abandono y/o al reemplazo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bueno, yo lo tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7408942968618063513?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7408942968618063513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/esta-mal-tener-miedo-al-abandono-yo-al.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7408942968618063513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7408942968618063513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/esta-mal-tener-miedo-al-abandono-yo-al.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6895003790989998829</id><published>2010-09-19T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:19:28.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olvidemos los prejuicios y vivamos la vida que queremos vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No  finjo, no aparento, debes en cuando, ehm no no, mejor dicho SIEMPRE hay  que ser diferente, y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;demostrar sin importar la opinion de los demás&amp;nbsp; si  te equivocas, pues no es lo importante, lo importante es&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aprender, del  fracaso se aprende, del éxito no mucho, quizas en las equivocaciones es  que esta la esencia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;del&amp;nbsp; hombre, el exito sera entonces el saber  aprovechar lo bueno de cada situación. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs37/f/2008/253/e/e/blind_man__s_buff_by_quelquechose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs37/f/2008/253/e/e/blind_man__s_buff_by_quelquechose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lo esencial es invisible ante los ojos del hombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6895003790989998829?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6895003790989998829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/olvidemos-los-prejuicios-y-vivamos-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6895003790989998829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6895003790989998829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/olvidemos-los-prejuicios-y-vivamos-la.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-699361199629343240</id><published>2010-09-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:45:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide behind the tears of a clown</title><content type='html'>I heard a joke once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man goes to doctor, says he is depressed, life seems harsh and cruel, says he feels all alone in&amp;nbsp; threatening world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says:&amp;nbsp; treatment is simple, the great clown Pagliacci is in town, go see him, that should pick you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man burst into tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But doctor, he says. I am Pagliacci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on snare drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.librodearena.com/myfiles/estel/lagrima+de+payaso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blogs.librodearena.com/myfiles/estel/lagrima+de+payaso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-699361199629343240?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/699361199629343240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/hide-behind-tears-of-clown.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/699361199629343240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/699361199629343240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/hide-behind-tears-of-clown.html' title='Hide behind the tears of a clown'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8491956241999360669</id><published>2010-09-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:28:16.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.librodearena.com/myfiles/klita/20070121220403-silencio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qx="true" src="http://blogs.librodearena.com/myfiles/klita/20070121220403-silencio.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;No hables si lo que vas a decir no es mas hermoso que el silencio&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8491956241999360669?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8491956241999360669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoy-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8491956241999360669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8491956241999360669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/enjoy-silence.html' title='Enjoy the silence'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1854375114570073484</id><published>2010-09-12T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:54:34.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>A veeeeeeeeer esto es un intento de esos en los que te armo algo asi como un testamento tierno de los que te gustan a vos pero we viste como soy yo que soy viejo y ya tengo una memoria muy gastada y me cuesta acordarme de las cosas u.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto era asi para agradecerte por todas las cosas que haces por mi asi como escucharme y bancarme no importa como cuando o todo lo que tengas que hacer vos siempre estas ahi para bancarme igual y eso es algo que no cualquier persona hace.&lt;br /&gt;Sos una persona hermosa en todo sentido y sos MI bff o sea soy el amigo mas afortunado del mundo porque te puedo llamar mejor amiga y los demas que se curtan todos :$ (L) &lt;br /&gt;Gracias por confiar tanto pero tanto en mi y por dejarme confiar tanto en vos y demostrarme dia a dia que no me equivoco al confiar en vos de la forma en que lo hago y sabelo que no te equivocas al confiar en mi y me encanta que lo hagas.&lt;br /&gt;Emmm bueno aca colgue demasiado y me olvide de muchas cosas que iba a decir en fin pongo asi lo que me salga porque quiero que lo leas antes de irte a dormir =P&lt;br /&gt;Es lindo verte sonreir y verte feliz porque sos una persona que se lo re merece porque no cualquier pone a otra persona antes que a uno mismo y bue vos sabes que mi salida favorita con vos fue la que fuimos a la bond con lluvia y te lleve a caballito a upa y etc porque nunca te vi tan feliz en una salida como en esa n.n&lt;br /&gt;Ademas de las salidas las flashadas con vos son x lejos las mejores nunca me voy tan al carajo con una persona :$ o sea no se viste sentite importante (si porque lo sos y MUCHO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me importa cuantas novias/minas pasen por mi vida yo por nada en el mundo te voy a dejar porque las minas vienen y van pero vos en mi corazon te vas a quedar por demostrarme que sos una amiga unica que le importa mi amistad tanto como a mi me importa y eso son muy pocas personas la que lo hacen y con el tiempo te voy a demostrar que ese "miedo" que tenes de que algun dia te deje por otra mina es al pedo porque no lo voy a hacer =) sos mucho gorda y asi como dicen que los amigos son la familia que se elige yo me elegi a la mejor hermanita de todas =D y estoy re feliz por eso n.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/TI2SK9ulcRI/AAAAAAAAACU/P3jesniaqis/s1600/25189_1464528695986_1316554584_31310666_2632536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/TI2SK9ulcRI/AAAAAAAAACU/P3jesniaqis/s320/25189_1464528695986_1316554584_31310666_2632536_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puse esta foto xq me gusta si a vos no curtite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y coso no se lo unico que se es que te amo y que espero que esta garcha de post te guste porque me tomo 10min hacerlo y no recuerdo haberle dedicado tanto tiempo a una persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TE AMO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1854375114570073484?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1854375114570073484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/bff.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1854375114570073484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1854375114570073484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/TI2SK9ulcRI/AAAAAAAAACU/P3jesniaqis/s72-c/25189_1464528695986_1316554584_31310666_2632536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4892000621245508096</id><published>2010-09-11T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T07:36:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEDA PROHIBIDO !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;levantarte un día sin saber que hacer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tener miedo a tus recuerdos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no luchar por lo que quieres, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abandonarlo todo por miedo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no convertir en realidad tus sueños. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hacer que alguien pague tus deudas y el mal humor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;llamarles solo cuando los necesitas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fingir ante las personas que no te importan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no vivir cada día como si fuera un ultimo suspiro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alegrarte, olvidar sus ojos, su risa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensar que sus vidas valen mas que la tuya, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no crear tu historia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no comprender que lo que la vida te da, también te lo quita. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pensar en que podemos ser mejores, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4892000621245508096?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4892000621245508096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/queda-prohibido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4892000621245508096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4892000621245508096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/queda-prohibido.html' title='QUEDA PROHIBIDO !'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2408289212080683606</id><published>2010-09-08T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:48:57.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; between a &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;dream&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: x-large;"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2408289212080683606?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2408289212080683606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/caught-somewhere-between-dream-and.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2408289212080683606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2408289212080683606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/caught-somewhere-between-dream-and.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7243869031873990581</id><published>2010-09-04T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:09:57.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose to Win</title><content type='html'>¿Ganar, es la única manera de ganar? Parece una pregunta complicada pero no lo es. Quiero decir ¿la única manera de ganar es ganando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No se puede ganar nada perdiendo? Quiero decir si yo por ejemplo pierdo ...peso ¿no gano en salud? Si un señor pierde el vuelo y ese avión se estrella ¿no ganó algo perdiendo el vuelo el señor?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre pierde su empleo y se deprime tremendamente, pero consigue otro empleo mejor y le va muy bien ¿ese hombre no ganó perdiendo el primer empleo?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuándo uno pierde la inocencia gana algo? Quiero decir ¿cuándo perdemos la inocencia no ganamos en sabiduría, no ganamos en autodeterminación?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No ganamos cuando perdemos el miedo? Mis queridos amigos cuando digo perdemos el miedo no digo tener una confianza ciega en que vamos a ganar siempre, sino perder el miedo a perder, de eso se trata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi época se decía ‘perder la chaveta’. Y es verdad eh, a veces hace falta un poco de locura para ganar algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces perder el control es la única manera de ganar libertad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo te digo ‘perder la ilusión’ ¿ganamos algo perdiendo la ilusión?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces hay que perder la esperanza, perder la ilusión, para que nazcan cosas nuevas. Y parece que fuera el fin de todo y en realidad puede ser el comienzo de algo mejor. De lo que se trata es de perder el miedo a perder, porque a veces perder es la única manera de ganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un iluso es alguien que se cree cualquier cosa ¿o no? La ilusión es una burbuja. Hay que romper esa burbuja chicos. Ustedes estaban en una película de héroes, romántica, defendiendo a sus amigos, a sus enamoradas… fin de la ilusión, se terminó, esa no es la realidad, la realidad es muy distinta. Pierdan la ilusión y van a entender que están luchando por todos, por salvar a todos, no solamente a algunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando perdemos la ilusión y enfrentamos la realidad al menos somos más honestos, y tal vez quien sabe la realidad nos da una grata sorpresa. Pero lo que es seguro es que la ilusión nunca nos va a dar lo que promete. Ustedes lloren, griten, pataleen pero despídanse de ese mundo en el que vivían.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñar es querer cambiar una realidad, la ilusión es negar la realidad. La desilusión no es otra cosa que una bofetada que nos da la realidad, nos dice "eh, no sean tontos, las cosas son como son".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ilusión nos hace creer que se puede sacar agua de las piedras, pero la realidad es que si queremos agua tenemos que ir al arroyo, porque si hay algo que las piedras no tienen es agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, y una vez que hayamos perdido la ilusión, que nos hayamos despedido de ese mundo ideal, agarramos la realidad con las dos manos y decimos "Bueno ¿y ahora que hay que hacer?", y les puedo asegurar chicos que hay mucho por hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahí donde terminó la ilusión empieza la vida de verdad, y cuando ya estemos desilusionados soñemos en grande con el mundo que queremos y por el que vamos a luchar. Hay que perder la ilusión muchachos, porque ahí perder es ganar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7243869031873990581?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7243869031873990581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/lose-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7243869031873990581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7243869031873990581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/lose-to-win.html' title='Lose to Win'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6099921485123504297</id><published>2010-09-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T22:31:33.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;‎"Soledad era independencia, era fría, es cierto, pero también era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;tranquila, maravillosamente tranquila y grande, como el tranquilo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;espacio frío en que se mueven las estrellas."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eltasador.webcindario.com/Tranquilidad_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://eltasador.webcindario.com/Tranquilidad_1024x768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6099921485123504297?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6099921485123504297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/soledad-era-independencia-era-fria-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6099921485123504297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6099921485123504297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/soledad-era-independencia-era-fria-es.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6681345287723296050</id><published>2010-09-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:40:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me quiere no me quiere....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE SUCKS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBcWTU2-894/SGy7UF_GjWI/AAAAAAAABWE/bPJ_eEWM8HE/s1600/me-quiere-no-me-quiere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBcWTU2-894/SGy7UF_GjWI/AAAAAAAABWE/bPJ_eEWM8HE/s320/me-quiere-no-me-quiere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I &lt;strike&gt;Love&lt;/strike&gt; Her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6681345287723296050?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6681345287723296050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-quiere-no-me-quiere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6681345287723296050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6681345287723296050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-quiere-no-me-quiere.html' title='Me quiere no me quiere....'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sBcWTU2-894/SGy7UF_GjWI/AAAAAAAABWE/bPJ_eEWM8HE/s72-c/me-quiere-no-me-quiere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1532073648765620259</id><published>2010-09-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:25:08.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pensamos que podríamos hacer algo sobre las presiones que personalmente sentimos que nos llevan a ir demasiado lejos... la presión de hacer mucho dinero, el tema del tiempo, el tiempo yéndose tan rápidamente; estructuras de poder organizadas, como la Iglesia o la política; la violencia o la agresión. Es una versión musical de ese cliché "Hoy es el primer día del resto de tu vida". Habla acerca de trabajar por metas que pueden convertirse en engaños."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pink Floyd &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/1f6d/Pink_Floyd_-_Dark_side_of_the_moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/1f6d/Pink_Floyd_-_Dark_side_of_the_moon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dark Side of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1532073648765620259?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1532073648765620259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamos-que-podriamos-hacer-algo-sobre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1532073648765620259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1532073648765620259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamos-que-podriamos-hacer-algo-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-7081614849055632331</id><published>2010-08-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:54:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El que trabaja con las manos es un obrero, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;el que trabaja con las manos y el cerebro es un artífice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;el que trabaja con las manos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;el cerebro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;y el corazón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;es un artista&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7081614849055632331?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7081614849055632331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/el-que-trabaja-con-las-manos-es-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7081614849055632331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7081614849055632331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/el-que-trabaja-con-las-manos-es-un.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-911451560809647399</id><published>2010-08-22T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:06:30.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las mentiras van perdiendo su verdad...</title><content type='html'>No se por donde empezar todo esto… es una mezcla de cosas lo que siento,&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; BAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;“siento”&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a veces siento como si ya estuviera muerto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No digo que me gustaría estarlo pero por lo menos me gustaría tener una razón por la cual quedarme acá y no querer estar “mas allá”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez dije mis amigos son la única razón que tengo para quedarme acá, pero parece que cuanto mas pasa el tiempo menos razones me quedan… ¿Le importo a alguien? Se eso lo se, ahora que pasa cuando a uno le importa alguien (sigo hablando de amistades no confundan), pero a la otra persona no pareces importarle u.u Yeah &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LOVE SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; but &lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intente no perder una amistad muchas veces y sin embargo todo fue en vano, siempre termino perdiendo a la gente que me importa. O la lastimo o me abandona o siempre &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;ALGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pasa que hace que esa amistad llegue a su fin. Algunos se preguntaran si me esfuerzo por mantener esa amistad y SI siempre lo hago, las amistades,&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; LAS VERDADERAS AMISTADES&lt;/span&gt;, son lo mas importante que tengo en la vida (si inclusive mas importante que la familia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno la amistad no es cosa de uno es cosa de dos y es increíblemente fácil como una persona a la que llamaste mejor amigo/a, que estuvo ahí para ayudarte en las peores con el paso del tiempo te abandona como si nada hubiera pasado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A algunas personas le importaba mas cuando todavía me cortaba y quería suicidarme (que idea tentadora era en aquel momento…) porque claro si te morís todos se ponen mal y todo alto bardo, igual por mi parte me hubiera ahorrado bastantes quilombos. Ahora cuando todo esta bien pasa el tiempo y la gente te olvida, conoce personas mas interesantes, se enamoran o simplemente tienen mejores cosas que hacer que por lo menos tener una charla con la persona a la que alguna vez llamaron &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;AMIGO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno asi son las cosas, me gustaría saber como va a ser el futuro, claro después de tantas cosas algo se aprende y sin embargo sigo con la idea de que puedo mantener amistades para toda la vida (o x lo menos como mis padres que llevan amistades de hace mas de 30 años), pero si con el paso del tiempo voy a terminar solo… háganme un favor ahora pongan mis dedos en el enchufe y rocíen cianuro en polvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gracias x leer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Si es que a alguien le interesa....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90CWeWBSdwU/Sq0aqVzU6gI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Dwj8_r5KuG0/s1600/carta_despedida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_90CWeWBSdwU/Sq0aqVzU6gI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Dwj8_r5KuG0/s320/carta_despedida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todo ser humano nace con la capacidad de quitarse la vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp5.fotolog.com/photo/21/53/57/fanny_lollipop/1238602136477_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" ox="true" src="http://sp5.fotolog.com/photo/21/53/57/fanny_lollipop/1238602136477_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-7378772690632975453?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/7378772690632975453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/todo-ser-humano-nace-con-la-capacidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7378772690632975453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/7378772690632975453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/todo-ser-humano-nace-con-la-capacidad.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4629789340503313706</id><published>2010-08-17T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:16:06.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dispondras de un milenio de noches para ver la luz como ningun mortal la ha visto nunca, para arrancar de las lejanas estrellas como si fueras otro prometeo, una iluminacion eterna, con la cual comprender todas las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/TGtY-Db4VDI/AAAAAAAAACI/yVwfp_B5R_Q/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/TGtY-Db4VDI/AAAAAAAAACI/yVwfp_B5R_Q/s400/images.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lamento de Vampiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;By: Anne Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4629789340503313706?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4629789340503313706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/dispondras-de-un-milenio-de-noches-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4629789340503313706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4629789340503313706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/dispondras-de-un-milenio-de-noches-para.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/TGtY-Db4VDI/AAAAAAAAACI/yVwfp_B5R_Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6534336697837456696</id><published>2010-08-17T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:41:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"No leemos y escribimos poesía porque es linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Leemos y escribimos poesía porque somos miembros de la raza humana. Y la raza humana esta llena de pasión. Medicina, leyes, negocios, ingeniéria, esas son ocupaciones nobles&amp;nbsp;y necesarias para sostenernos. Pero la peosía, la belleza, el romance, el amor, ésas son cosas por las que vivimos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNoM__2jNsA/SaWg7Kgwe_I/AAAAAAAAIww/F3DZKl1gT5k/s1600/moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNoM__2jNsA/SaWg7Kgwe_I/AAAAAAAAIww/F3DZKl1gT5k/s320/moon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6534336697837456696?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6534336697837456696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-leemos-y-escribimos-poesia-porque-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6534336697837456696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6534336697837456696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-leemos-y-escribimos-poesia-porque-es.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNoM__2jNsA/SaWg7Kgwe_I/AAAAAAAAIww/F3DZKl1gT5k/s72-c/moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2712580932853907728</id><published>2010-08-09T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:07:21.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tengo ganas de&lt;/span&gt; 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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our scars have the power to show us that the past was real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/wP0gVyIYZVHHsEWl4PYkv6JOH**yEg1hXzktPuLxIW4U**wajiJGsA7RMQyBeuborrYIaS4cn0O66C*ICh7s2oR6qR6Idm4L/anibal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://api.ning.com/files/wP0gVyIYZVHHsEWl4PYkv6JOH**yEg1hXzktPuLxIW4U**wajiJGsA7RMQyBeuborrYIaS4cn0O66C*ICh7s2oR6qR6Idm4L/anibal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;By: Hannibal Lecter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8790189610794238970?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8790189610794238970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-scars-have-power-to-show-us-that.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8790189610794238970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8790189610794238970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-scars-have-power-to-show-us-that.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2123122970578994380</id><published>2010-08-03T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T05:26:20.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;El &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;suicidio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; no es una locura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;es una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;soluciòn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2123122970578994380?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2123122970578994380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/el-suicidio-no-es-una-locura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2123122970578994380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2123122970578994380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/08/el-suicidio-no-es-una-locura.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4646971956574752589</id><published>2010-07-30T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:52:42.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking for a reason to stay alive...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4646971956574752589?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4646971956574752589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-for-reason-to-stay-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4646971956574752589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4646971956574752589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-for-reason-to-stay-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2870584163162993879</id><published>2010-07-29T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:40:42.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El tunel - Sabato</title><content type='html'>“&lt;i&gt;En todo caso había un sólo túnel, &lt;u&gt;oscuro y solitario&lt;/u&gt;: el mío, el túnel en que había transcurrido mi infancia, mi juventud, &lt;b&gt;toda mi vida&lt;/b&gt;” .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2870584163162993879?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2870584163162993879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/en-todo-caso-habia-un-solo-tunel-oscuro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2870584163162993879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2870584163162993879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/en-todo-caso-habia-un-solo-tunel-oscuro.html' title='El tunel - Sabato'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-476991388879542187</id><published>2010-07-28T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:54:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I give up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-476991388879542187?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/476991388879542187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/476991388879542187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/476991388879542187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8453104290794429600</id><published>2010-07-27T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:49:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Los &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;monstruos&lt;/span&gt; son reales...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Y los fantasmas &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TAMBIÈN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Viven &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;dentro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;de nosotros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y a veces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ellos ganan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By: Stephen King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8453104290794429600?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8453104290794429600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/los-monstruos-son-reales.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8453104290794429600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8453104290794429600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/los-monstruos-son-reales.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-8009634025945714221</id><published>2010-07-27T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:33:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-8009634025945714221?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/8009634025945714221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-year.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8009634025945714221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/8009634025945714221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-year.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-457129378605273489</id><published>2010-07-22T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:31:49.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No estoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No estoy&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No estoy&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No estoy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No estoy&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-457129378605273489?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/457129378605273489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-estoy-feliz-no-estoy-triste-no-estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/457129378605273489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/457129378605273489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-estoy-feliz-no-estoy-triste-no-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-5470167252771447754</id><published>2010-07-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:47:09.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No  Hay Deseo Mas Fuerte Que El De Ser Amado, Es Mas Que Un Deseo, Es Una  Nesecidad, Es la Nesecidad De QUE ALGUIEN SE ALEGRE DE QUE VOS EXISTAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-5470167252771447754?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/5470167252771447754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-hay-deseo-mas-fuerte-que-el-de-ser.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5470167252771447754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/5470167252771447754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-hay-deseo-mas-fuerte-que-el-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-2544970306498842152</id><published>2010-07-21T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:44:54.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aca dejo un par de frases que están demaciado buenas y nos hacen  reflexionar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todo pasa por algo. Si te pones a pensar en todos los eventos y las  cosa que han pasado para que estés en esta silla, verás que todo es muy  asombroso. Donde estamos, donde yo estoy, es genial."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siempre he pensado en esto; si te pones a escribir una canción, y luego  te vistes con pantalones de cuero y vas a tocar tu canción, eso es  genial. Eso es jugar con tu imagen. Pero si te pones primero los  pantalones de cuero y tratas de escribir una canción que quede con eso,  entonces eso es posar. Estas siendo más consciente de tu imagen que de  lo que estás haciendo, de tu trabajo, o como lo quieras llamar;  realmente debes de evitar hacer eso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuando eres exitoso, de pronto tienes que defender tu credibilidad en  contra de muchos idiotas que no saben nada sobre ti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Es mejor tener un puño lleno de remordimientos que nunca haber vivido  realmente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Es muy emocionante tocar en vivo; nunca sabes lo que pasará, si te  caerá una botella o un bra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Los Ángeles es buena y mala porque está llena de gente que está o  escapando de algo, o buscando algo." ... "Es la ciudad  inintencionalmente más cómica del mundo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-2544970306498842152?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/2544970306498842152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/aca-dejo-un-par-de-frases-que-estan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2544970306498842152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/2544970306498842152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/aca-dejo-un-par-de-frases-que-estan.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-141457409026411406</id><published>2010-07-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:59:54.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yablogs.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/nirvana_nevermind_front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://yablogs.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/nirvana_nevermind_front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Smells Like Teen Spirit" (Cobain/Grohl/Novoselic) (4:56)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"In  Bloom" (4:15)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Come as You Are" (3:39)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Breed"  (3:04)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lithium"  (4:17)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Polly"  (2:56)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Territorial Pissings" (2:23)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Drain  You" (3:44)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lounge Act" (2:37)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Stay  Away" (3:33)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"On a Plain" (3:17)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Something in the Way" (3:51)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Pista_oculta"&gt;Pista  oculta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Endless, Nameless" (6:48) (aparece 10  minutos después de finalizar "Something in the Way" y no lleva una pista  separada con relación a ésta. La canción y el intermedio de silencio  llevan a la pista 12 a una duración de 20:35)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff33; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"TOCAR FRENTE A UN  MANOJO DE GENTE QUE REACCIONE BIEN ES LA MEJOR  COSA EN EL MUNDO" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff33; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"MI MEMORIA EXISTE, MI  RECUERDO VIVIRÁ SIEMPRE Y MI MÚSICA EN LA GLORIA SERÁ LA SALVACIÓN DEL  MALDITO INFIERNO DONDE HABITAMOS"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brianmay.com/brian/brianssb/pix/07/Kurt_Cobain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.brianmay.com/brian/brianssb/pix/07/Kurt_Cobain.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff" style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;"&gt;     &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quedeletras.com/letra-cancion-endless-nameless-bajar-15958/disco-nevermind/nirvana-endless-nameless.html" title="Endless Nameless"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-141457409026411406?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/141457409026411406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/nirvana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/141457409026411406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/141457409026411406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/nirvana.html' title='Nirvana'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1906585077603793869</id><published>2010-07-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:49:28.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Por desgracia la superabundancia de sueños&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;se paga con un número  creciente de pesadillas”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bligoo.com/media/users/0/38332/images/public/10667/Joshua+Hoffine+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/0/38332/images/public/10667/Joshua+Hoffine+008.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1906585077603793869?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1906585077603793869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-desgracia-la-superabundancia-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1906585077603793869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1906585077603793869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-desgracia-la-superabundancia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3637483965383807441</id><published>2010-07-13T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:11:51.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;I CAN`T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLD ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT`S JUST TOO MUCH TO TAKE IN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;I CAN`T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLD ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3637483965383807441?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3637483965383807441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-hold-on-its-just-too-much-to.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3637483965383807441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3637483965383807441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-hold-on-its-just-too-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-1529205782909417435</id><published>2010-07-13T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:08:54.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo lo que vemos o parecemos es solamente un sueño dentro de un sueño.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Edgar Allan Poe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-1529205782909417435?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/1529205782909417435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/todo-lo-que-vemos-o-parecemos-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1529205782909417435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/1529205782909417435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/todo-lo-que-vemos-o-parecemos-es.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4134416207616238052</id><published>2010-07-13T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:07:20.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando un loco parece completamente sensato, es ya el momento de ponerle  la camisa de fuerza.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4134416207616238052?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4134416207616238052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-un-loco-parece-completamente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4134416207616238052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4134416207616238052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-un-loco-parece-completamente.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-4782157639797041357</id><published>2010-07-12T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:08:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sorry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-4782157639797041357?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/4782157639797041357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4782157639797041357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/4782157639797041357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-6080212644825764270</id><published>2010-07-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:25:56.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;El misterio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;   &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Desde los orígenes de nuestra cultura nos alimentamos del misterio, las   religiones de Occidente se basan en él. Están llenas de misterio, de   cosas que son inaccesibles a la razón y deben ser objetos de fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u2:p style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: black;" /&gt; &lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;el hombre  necesita del misterio como del pan y el  aire, necesita de las casas  embrujadas, de las personas innombrables,  de las calles sin retorno que  hay que esquivar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-6080212644825764270?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/6080212644825764270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistery.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6080212644825764270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/6080212644825764270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistery.html' title='Mistery'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3584660807530262989</id><published>2010-07-10T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:16:21.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Entre el placer y el dolor, que comienzan a mezclarse y ya no conozco la  diferencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3584660807530262989?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3584660807530262989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-el-placer-y-el-dolor-que.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3584660807530262989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3584660807530262989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/entre-el-placer-y-el-dolor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331437078953321091.post-3856166370780351642</id><published>2010-07-09T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:53:37.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mi ultima voluntad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;Haz de mi muerte una obra de arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilusiones-de-la-oscuridad.blogspot.es/img/muerte.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://ilusiones-de-la-oscuridad.blogspot.es/img/muerte.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/331437078953321091-3856166370780351642?l=chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/feeds/3856166370780351642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-will.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3856166370780351642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/331437078953321091/posts/default/3856166370780351642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chroniclesofdisturbedminds.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-will.html' title='The last will'/><author><name>blood addict</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992751938628877087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R4DbQvzb2o/SzGK3AtGCTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mIwu6md8lYg/S220/careta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
