<?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-634313336992936727</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:36.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESKISIAME, PARA EN TUS BRAZOS CAER</title><subtitle type='html'>tal vez no sea mi vida entera: pero es lo que pasa en ella...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634313336992936727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>estadodekadente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216422515816068552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R-XngnlkZkI/AAAAAAAAACA/i_hEav7uHiU/S220/acaquewea.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634313336992936727.post-9083754905211531607</id><published>2008-03-24T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:56:45.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;te dí mi corazón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quizás no era el corazón perfecto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ni el que latiera más rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era un corazón cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pisoteado abollado de tantas caídas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pero era corazón al fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tu...lo tomaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y fuiste capas de componerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me sostuviste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por mucho tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;más del que yo creí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contigo no, no,nunca caí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nunca senti el abatimiento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que hoy siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pero...En un rapido degrades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;caí hasta asotarme contra el concreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y supe que mi corazón se habia vuelto a herir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634313336992936727-9083754905211531607?l=puedes-gritar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/feeds/9083754905211531607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R-XngnlkZkI/AAAAAAAAACA/i_hEav7uHiU/S220/acaquewea.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634313336992936727.post-5017702556251806968</id><published>2008-03-24T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:51:45.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sus labios funden mi piel&lt;br /&gt;tallando soles en las sábanas,&lt;br /&gt;pétalos, en mis párpados.&lt;br /&gt;Sus manos tejen&lt;br /&gt;futuras mañanas en el valle&lt;br /&gt;de mis deseos.&lt;br /&gt;El traza&lt;br /&gt;con su lengua&lt;br /&gt;caminos de palabras&lt;br /&gt;que derrama en mis orillas.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras noches&lt;br /&gt;son un manto de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;donde dos lunas&lt;br /&gt;reinan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;japi birzday tu yu (8) japi birzday tu yu, japi birzday tu my zombie (l)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeaaa, hoy mi zombie está mas viejo-muerto ke nunka en la vida se ha visto !!!, lo kiero ma ke la krestita a mi eskritor ke no solo es mio.. es del mundo, al igual ke yo .. no mentira, soy del pueblo, yu nouu (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;te kiero y te mando mis maAAasss letales abrazos y besos y ñam ñam rollo rollo foto foto para ti, feliz kumpleañitos (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pd: aunke no nos konoskamos mucho mucho, eri ma bakan ke la kresta, me enkanta tu forma de pensar... todo :). espero salir mas adelant kontigo po voladores&amp;amp;cervezas, ahora si ke si my zombiefriend writttttttttttttttteErr (L)&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/634313336992936727-2297982985664880850?l=puedes-gritar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/feeds/2297982985664880850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634313336992936727&amp;postID=2297982985664880850' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634313336992936727.post-4567839651913140256</id><published>2008-03-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:06:44.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R9nPJ8nRzVI/AAAAAAAAABk/vR6jkKTh9sQ/s1600-h/yo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177397016435739986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R9nPJ8nRzVI/AAAAAAAAABk/vR6jkKTh9sQ/s320/yo+34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm your queen, yeAAaahh a stupid fuckin' queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nobody ever loved me like she does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ooh, she does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, she does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And if somebody loved me like she do me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ooh, she do me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, she does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm in love for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't you know it's gonna last? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's a love that lasts forever It's a love that has no past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And from the first time that she really done me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ooh, she done me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She done me good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess nobody ever really done me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ooh, she done me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She done me good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't let me down&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/634313336992936727-4567839651913140256?l=puedes-gritar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/feeds/4567839651913140256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634313336992936727&amp;postID=4567839651913140256' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634313336992936727/posts/default/4567839651913140256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R9NNMMnRzUI/AAAAAAAAABc/9o_Adehe8fo/s1600-h/lovee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175565268718570818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R9NNMMnRzUI/AAAAAAAAABc/9o_Adehe8fo/s320/lovee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sus dientes no son blancos, solo tiene tres, su piel es transparente y verde a la vez, sus ojos amarillos me hacen enloquecer, tiene algo ese chico y yo no se que es, somos inseparables y veo muy probable llevarme al altar, siempre viste de blanco y le sienta muy bien, nunca lleva zapatos el sabrá porque, somos inseparables, ya conoce a mis padres, el es feliz y yo soy feliz, mi novio es un zombie es un muerto viviente que volvió del otro mundo para estar conmigo, y mi vida ya tiene sentido, recuperé el amor perdido, intacto pero podrido, sus ojos amarillos me hacen enloquecer, tiene algo ese chico y yo no se que es, a veces pienso que no puede ser pero yo se que nada me separara de el, está muerto aunque lo niegue el es un zombie pero me quiere, somos inseparables, ya conoce a mis padres, el es feliz y yo soy feliz, mi novio es un zombie es un muerto viviente que volvio del otro mundo para estar conmigo, y mi vida ya tiene sentido, recuperé el amor perdido, intacto pero podrido, mi novio es un zombie es un muerto viviente que volvio del otro mundo para estar conmigo, mi vida ya tiene sentido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634313336992936727-1685228803160862472?l=puedes-gritar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/feeds/1685228803160862472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634313336992936727&amp;postID=1685228803160862472' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634313336992936727.post-2089602265543029055</id><published>2008-03-08T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:06:45.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R9NKXMnRzSI/AAAAAAAAABM/MiFJuBgU4YY/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175562159162248482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ms4TgV0A5VE/R9NKXMnRzSI/AAAAAAAAABM/MiFJuBgU4YY/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;la verdad eske me enkantó muchisimas gracias, lo unico ke falta eske me lo entregues 8-) wuajaja el lunessin falta ya? te RE quiero lokito nirvanero :**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;vean sus dibujos (l)&lt;br /&gt;http://artezerowing.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634313336992936727-2089602265543029055?l=puedes-gritar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/feeds/2089602265543029055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=634313336992936727&amp;postID=2089602265543029055' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634313336992936727/posts/default/2089602265543029055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634313336992936727/posts/default/2089602265543029055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puedes-gritar.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-verdad-eske-me-enkant-muchisimas.html' 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ya que hablaba cosas medias incoherentes, luego de repetirme tantas veces que me amaba, que era la hija que el siempre habia esperado ( con algunos varios desperfectos pero no importaba ) se largó a llorar, razon? aun me la pregunto.&lt;br /&gt;aunque el aun crea que soy una bebé, la bebé que solo vio crecer hasta los 10 porque luego se largó a Stgo para tener una "mejor vida" pero ah que baaaa, aun así yo lo amo, tanto asi que daria mi vida por el. no lo sabe, nunca se lo he dicho, orgullo tal vez...&lt;br /&gt;aunque la confiansa con el no sea muy buena, aveces cuando se puede nos confiamos algunas cositas, aunque muy pequeñas pero bueno.. que se espera de un padre que aun piensa que tengo 7 años y blablabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy i love you, and i will try to forget this day... yeah, im your crazy babby :*****!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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