<?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-33816731</id><updated>2011-09-28T14:14:42.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No son Horas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7055604201116826426</id><published>2010-12-14T13:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:08:57.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La gota y la lágrima</title><content type='html'>"El amor es una cuestión de oportunidad, de nada sirve encontrar a la persona indicada demasiado antes o demasiado después..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7055604201116826426?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7055604201116826426/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3138376903606662856</id><published>2010-11-18T16:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:21:06.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Calma en el estanque?</title><content type='html'>Últimamente siento que pongo la energia en las cosas equivocadas.&lt;br /&gt;Veo que la gente progresa tanto: termina posgrados.. y se mete en otro y avanza... labura en al menos 2 cosas paralelamente y le va bien ( profesional y monetariamente)&lt;br /&gt;Yo, en cambio, siento que estoy estancada, que me conformo con lo que conseguí con un esfuerzo pasado ( y lejano) y no tengo ánimo de encarar nada ...&lt;br /&gt;que estará pasando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El laburo, el estudio... las inversiones, los hibbies----un poco todo&lt;br /&gt;En este momento todo los ambitos en los que pienso... los veo así: estancados, sin proyectos nuevos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3138376903606662856?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3138376903606662856/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3138376903606662856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3138376903606662856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3138376903606662856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/11/calma-en-el-estanque.html' title='¿Calma en el estanque?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2143877692120841949</id><published>2010-08-27T10:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:51:40.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretos en la almohada</title><content type='html'>Y esas ganas de llorar...&lt;br /&gt;esforzarte por despertar y ver que el tiempo está varios meses atrás. Tenés la oportunidad de hacerlo todo distinto.&lt;br /&gt;Ganas de dejar todo lo planeado... romper las promesas...correr a abrazarte.&lt;br /&gt;y tenerte conmigo como todas las noches, cuando te sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo llegué a este punto?? Cómo salgo de la carcel que yo misma me armé?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a still in the street outside your window&lt;br /&gt;You’re keepin’ secrets on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside, no cause for alarm&lt;br /&gt;I promise tonight not to do no harm&lt;br /&gt;I promise you baby,I won't be no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're caught up in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;A heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;And were searching for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching your dress as you turn down the light&lt;br /&gt;I forget all about the storm outside&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds roll their way over town&lt;br /&gt;Heartache and pain came pouring down like&lt;br /&gt;Chaos in the rain, yeah&lt;br /&gt;They're handing it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're caught up in the crossfire&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and hell&lt;br /&gt;And were searching for shelter&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came&lt;br /&gt;His fire he airs all through their beating vein.&lt;br /&gt;And when the hardest part is over we'll be here&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries of our fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your body down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2143877692120841949?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2143877692120841949/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2143877692120841949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2143877692120841949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2143877692120841949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/08/secretos-en-la-almohada.html' title='Secretos en la almohada'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-315323489704536667</id><published>2010-07-30T17:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:38:22.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo quiero el fin del dolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Otra vez subida a esta calesita.&lt;br /&gt;Muero de amor por vos, otra vez. Muy tarde esta vez!&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá pudiera decirte todo lo que dice esta canción...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quise el fin y había más,&lt;br /&gt;yo quise mas no había fin.&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo quise encontrar estaba atrás y no aquí.&lt;br /&gt;desde las sombras no vi, las sombras y no vi luz,&lt;br /&gt;no voy a llorar si nadie me acompaña,&lt;br /&gt;no voy dejar ni un camino sin andar&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sea el fin del amor,&lt;br /&gt;yo he visto el fin del disfraz,&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero el fin del dolor,&lt;br /&gt;pero no hay fin siempre hay más.&lt;br /&gt;no existe sombra, no existe culpa,&lt;br /&gt;no existe cruz.&lt;br /&gt;No voy a esperar las ganas que yo extraño,&lt;br /&gt;no voy a esperar que el destino hable por mi,&lt;br /&gt;en medio de las lluvias del invierno,&lt;br /&gt;no hay tiempo ni lugar,&lt;br /&gt;yo sé que entenderás que amor,&lt;br /&gt;para quién busca una respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;es un poquito mas, que hacerte bien.&lt;br /&gt;Yo tuve el fin y era más,&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve más y era el fin,&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve el mundo a mis pies,&lt;br /&gt;y no era nada sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzé la línea final por,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;tan fuerte como lo amo,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;para borrar al mundo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor me enseña a vivir,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor me enseña a sentir,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Yo tuve el fin y era más,&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve más y era el fin,&lt;br /&gt;yo tuve el mundo a mis pies,&lt;br /&gt;y no era nada sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;seremos algo con nuestro amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-315323489704536667?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/315323489704536667/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=315323489704536667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/315323489704536667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/315323489704536667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/07/yo-quiero-el-fin-del-dolor.html' title='Yo quiero el fin del dolor'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3329989058716606475</id><published>2010-06-27T04:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T04:53:00.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quién mas?</title><content type='html'>A quien se le ocurre entregar todos sus planes y su futuro a la mente de un cínico que me manda mensajito de suerte a la mañana siguiente de haber jugado a ser el novio de otra, cuando una semana antes me escribia que me amabas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo a una forra, pelotuda y/o ingenua. Evidentemente me manejas como querés y me psicopateás como mas te place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si vos decís que, en primer lugar nunca te hubieras separado, yo te digo que en primer lugar yo hubiera elegido estar viviendo con vos… y vos me dijiste que no. asique…dejate de joder! No quisiste, y, como el tiempo no vuelve para atrás, las oportunidades de elegir son siempre las del presente, no sirve esconderte atrás las excusas del pasado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La realidad es clar:. Hoy NO me elegís. Y punto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cansé de tu desprecio ( y ya lo dije hace años... aunque parece que siempre puedo soportar un poco mas, esta vez, no puedo mas. basta para mi!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3329989058716606475?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3329989058716606475/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3329989058716606475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3329989058716606475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3329989058716606475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/06/quien-mas.html' title='quién mas?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4992425738342088308</id><published>2010-06-26T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T18:43:37.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Después de todo</title><content type='html'>after all you were perfectly right&lt;br /&gt;but I'm scaring close to insanity&lt;br /&gt;and on a night like this&lt;br /&gt;nothing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;nothing looks the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all you were perfectly right&lt;br /&gt;though our relation just split me in two&lt;br /&gt;and on a night like this&lt;br /&gt;pieces fall apart&lt;br /&gt;visions fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all you were perfectly right&lt;br /&gt;I had never been happy before&lt;br /&gt;and on a night like this&lt;br /&gt;you can hear the words&lt;br /&gt;see behind the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all you were perfectly wrong&lt;br /&gt;though I thought I'd found love&lt;br /&gt;and on a night like this&lt;br /&gt;nothing could be worse&lt;br /&gt;nothing could be worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me encanta este tema de The Cardigans porque es lo que siento)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4992425738342088308?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4992425738342088308/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4992425738342088308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4992425738342088308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4992425738342088308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/06/despues-de-todo.html' title='Después de todo'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1287898622762194305</id><published>2010-06-24T16:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:13:28.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cierto</title><content type='html'>Hoy lei esto y me pareció muy atinado &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vigila tus pensamientos, porque se convierten en palabras. Vigila tus palabras, porque se convierten en actos. Vigila tus actos, porque se convierten en hábitos. Vigila tus hábitos, porque se convierten en carácter. Vigila tu carácter, porque se convierte en tu destino."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¡Gracias paperwhite!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1287898622762194305?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1287898622762194305/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1287898622762194305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1287898622762194305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1287898622762194305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/06/cierto.html' title='Cierto'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5177857661730990440</id><published>2010-06-18T10:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:56:57.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La nada absoluta</title><content type='html'>Cuando pienso en vos y en mi. Siento que es "todo recuerdo", que son todas cosas que no están. No queda nada. No queda ni tu casa, ni mi auto, ningún lugar de los que compartimos y eran puramente nuestros. ahora siento que todos los espacios están contaminados por la presencia de otros u otras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera hay "vos y yo" en el presente... no hay nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las fotos viejas, las sonrisas olvidadas, los recuerdos de un tiempo mejor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5177857661730990440?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5177857661730990440/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5177857661730990440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5177857661730990440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5177857661730990440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-nada-absoluta.html' title='La nada absoluta'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3702899350322690154</id><published>2010-06-16T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:15:18.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De los acontecimientos y confesiones recientes</title><content type='html'>Por momentos, siento que no vale la pena nada... a esta altura. Que ya esta todo taaan roto y remendado, tan desgastado, pisoteado, revuelto .. que no se puede reparar, que no hay forma de que exista algo sano entre vos y yo. Me colma la angustia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que decirte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3702899350322690154?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3702899350322690154/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3702899350322690154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3702899350322690154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3702899350322690154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-los-acontecimientos-y-confesiones.html' title='De los acontecimientos y confesiones recientes'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6225607164276641252</id><published>2010-06-14T17:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:54:26.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo miedo</title><content type='html'>El último mudnial, me prometí que el próximo, no me encontraria en casa de mis padres. Y así fue... estoy viviendo sola en otra parte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el del año 2014 no hice proyecciones aún... &lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo del poder del deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No desees algo con tanta fuerza, corres el riesgo de que se cumpla."(alguna vez lo lei y hoy, recién, lo entiendo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6225607164276641252?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6225607164276641252/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6225607164276641252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6225607164276641252'/><link rel='self' 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estamos... pero requiere sudor y lágrimas, &lt;br /&gt;¿Quién dijo que es fácil?&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde dejamos el miedo a equivocarnos?&lt;br /&gt;¿y el dolor de abandonar lo que sostuvimos durante muchos años?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2234946425398189286?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2234946425398189286/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2234946425398189286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2234946425398189286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2234946425398189286'/><link 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in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel like it's all been done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna change everything I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I stop for a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think about things I really don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the first to admit it&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm a thief who has no faith&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more than by the grade&lt;br /&gt;Of the drugs you took that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinking in the pain he's been inflicting&lt;br /&gt;Yet he's feeling like the victim&lt;br /&gt;Just a horoscope's to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel like a little lost child&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I was ever born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I stop for a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think about things really I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the first to admit it&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'm child and so wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;And baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles&lt;br /&gt;You held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls&lt;br /&gt;You know me, I gave you more than you can handle&lt;br /&gt;But you still keep a handle on it, &lt;br /&gt;even when I take something beautiful and vandal on it&lt;br /&gt;No more females? Well how come my emails got notes on a scandal&lt;br /&gt;It's like Eve with the apple,&lt;br /&gt;A priest in the chapel&lt;br /&gt;Overcome by the devil's tackle&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shackling the bad til I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a hassle every time I let my thoughts go&lt;br /&gt;I get baffled so I hardly pause&lt;br /&gt;I just crossed seas with these gnarly broads&lt;br /&gt;Cos it hurts me just to see what I finally lost&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm just a fiend&lt;br /&gt;Consumed by the scene&lt;br /&gt;The stage and the screens&lt;br /&gt;Where it's just me and Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I stop for a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think about things I really don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm just a fiend&lt;br /&gt;Consumed by the scene&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the first to admit it&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'm a liner stranded in an ice floe&lt;br /&gt;The stage and the screens&lt;br /&gt;Where it's just me and Keane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-661323846429301857?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/661323846429301857/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=661323846429301857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/661323846429301857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/661323846429301857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/05/dudas-de-ultimo-momento.html' title='Dudas de último momento'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3133045665359723761</id><published>2010-04-18T20:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:45:20.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La original</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8uZH--BBLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gypua3SnTdw/s1600/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8uZH--BBLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gypua3SnTdw/s200/DSC03090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461627335558104242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo elegir cuál me gusta más de estas dos versiones....&lt;br /&gt;(como mi vida, me divido entre el inglés y el español)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi igual, pero no idéntica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows&lt;br /&gt;(B. Wilson/T. Asher) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not always love you &lt;br /&gt;But long as there are stars above you &lt;br /&gt;You never need to doubt it &lt;br /&gt;I'll make you so sure about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever leave me &lt;br /&gt;Though life would still go on believe me &lt;br /&gt;The world could show nothing to me &lt;br /&gt;So what good would living do me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever leave me &lt;br /&gt;Well life would still go on believe me &lt;br /&gt;The world could show nothing to me &lt;br /&gt;So what good would living do me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;God only knows &lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'd be without you &lt;br /&gt;God only knows........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDfH_J4MAUQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDfH_J4MAUQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3133045665359723761?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3133045665359723761/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3133045665359723761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3133045665359723761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3133045665359723761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-original.html' title='La original'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8uZH--BBLI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gypua3SnTdw/s72-c/DSC03090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-385553055273970531</id><published>2010-04-16T16:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:02:18.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo Dios sabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8jBE6wNvJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/449MR6ESwhA/s1600/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460826838421847186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8jBE6wNvJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/449MR6ESwhA/s200/DSC03095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal vez no sea eterno&lt;br /&gt;este inmenso amor que te tengo&lt;br /&gt;pregúntale a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;qué sería de mí sin ellas?&lt;br /&gt;Sólo Dios sabe nuestros destinos...&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna vez te fueras&lt;br /&gt;aún habría primavera&lt;br /&gt;la vida continuaría&lt;br /&gt;pero ya sin poesía&lt;br /&gt;Dios es quien cruza&lt;br /&gt;nuestros caminos...&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna vez te fueras&lt;br /&gt;aún habría primavera&lt;br /&gt;el mundo no muestra nada&lt;br /&gt;a unos ojos sin mirada&lt;br /&gt;sólo Dios sabe nuestros destinos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta y me parece tan real que Dios ha cruzado mi camino con el de alguien gente muy especial que me han dado todos los momentos de felicidad que puedo recordar... y también me han acompañado a transitar los momentos de dificultad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaUpLStwCl8&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/385553055273970531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/04/solo-dios-sabe.html' title='Sólo Dios sabe'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8jBE6wNvJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/449MR6ESwhA/s72-c/DSC03095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6971468749596594767</id><published>2010-04-15T11:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:58:09.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Half the world away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8cpJILvwWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2Rn2L04RC98/s1600/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/S8cpJILvwWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2Rn2L04RC98/s200/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460378310002327906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway who cares, it does not change anything....&lt;br /&gt;You are still half way around the world, and I am the saddest man who ever lived&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6971468749596594767?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6971468749596594767/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6147243179320320005</id><published>2010-04-13T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:25:05.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tu tiempo es un vidrio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu amor un fakir, mi cuerpo una aguja &lt;br /&gt;tu mente un tapiz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si las sanguijuelas no pueden herirte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no existe una escuela que enseñe a vivir.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El angel vigía descubre al ladrón &lt;br /&gt;le corta las manos, &lt;br /&gt;le quita la voz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la gente se esconde &lt;br /&gt;o apenas existe, &lt;br /&gt;se olvida del hombre, se olvida de Dios. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miro alrededor, &lt;br /&gt;heridas que vienen, sospechas que van &lt;br /&gt;y aquí estoy &lt;br /&gt;pensando en el alma que piensa &lt;br /&gt;y por pensar no es alma, &lt;/strong&gt;desarma y sangra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6147243179320320005?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6147243179320320005/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6147243179320320005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6147243179320320005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6147243179320320005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tu-tiempo-es-un-vidrio-tu-amor-un-fakir.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1428062418337196625</id><published>2010-03-15T14:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:50:44.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queriéndo me ir...</title><content type='html'>Vacío ...como el que siento tras la pérdida irreparable de este ser inanimado, objeto de mi cariño (a pesar de lo que puteaba cuando no entraba en ningún espacio o no queria arrancar...o me deshidrataba por la carencia de aire acondicionado funcionante).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sí.- me puse mal. sentimental... triste... más que todo eso, me amargué.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me da bronca este país de mierda, esta gente de mierda que parecen ser "los argentinos" (cuando pensas al pais en general: yo siento que es una gran masa de gente de mierda - chorros, faloperos, pibes cantina/villeros, mediocres, limitados, haraganes...) y entre medio de ese lodo, hay gente como uno, que labura que no roba, que quiere progresar y ser mejor.. pero acá no se puede)-  y que, encima a nadie -léase policia, gobierno, vecinos, gente a la que no le robaron aún- le importe nada, que nadie haga nada... puuff!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Todo suma a que esté convencida de que para vivir mejor, tengo que irme a otro pais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1428062418337196625?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1428062418337196625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1366625800424028867</id><published>2010-01-21T17:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:58:23.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me alimento con una quimera</title><content type='html'>y la alegría que hemos olvidado&lt;br /&gt;volviendo por los huesos a subir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me alimento con una quimera&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me convenza que la suerte&lt;br /&gt;me rige a la par de la pasión&lt;br /&gt;y no el terrible arcángel de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;rondando por el campo del terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si lo consumado y lo posible&lt;br /&gt;tienen siempre la cara del horror&lt;br /&gt;en esta patria de lo inaccesible&lt;br /&gt;en este tiempo olvidado de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo digo que mis ávidos amores&lt;br /&gt;son fuertes y viven más que yo&lt;br /&gt;son gigantes tenues como flores&lt;br /&gt;que alientan a este turbio corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y una ceniza negra y una ceniza negra&lt;br /&gt;y una ceniza negra que se va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puuff... ¡vuelven a brillar mis ojitos!&lt;br /&gt;Tengo expectativas y revoloteo de mis maripositas en la panza!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1366625800424028867?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1366625800424028867/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1366625800424028867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1366625800424028867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1366625800424028867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-alimento-con-una-quimera.html' title='Me alimento con una quimera'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4499414903863199891</id><published>2009-12-21T17:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:23:09.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!</title><content type='html'>No sé explicar lo que sentí cuando me dormí el domingo a la mañana,&lt;br /&gt;con tu mano en mi espalda,&lt;br /&gt;feliz porque estabas ahí conmigo, otra vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Despertar al alba con un alado corazón y dar gracias por otro día de amor" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibrán&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4499414903863199891?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4499414903863199891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4499414903863199891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4499414903863199891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4499414903863199891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1269298457625731543</id><published>2009-12-19T22:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:33:01.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mareados</title><content type='html'>Inundada de angustia.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dijimos adios para siempre, casi sintiendo que nos equivocábamos e íbamos a arrepentirnos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloro escuhando tangos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara, como encendida&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Loca reías por no llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena me dio a encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Pues al mirarte yo vi brillar&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos con un eléctrico ardor&lt;br /&gt;Tus bellos ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto adoré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche amiga mía&lt;br /&gt;El alcohol nos ha embriagado&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué me importa que se ríen!&lt;br /&gt;Y nos llamen los mareados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada cual tiene sus penas&lt;br /&gt;Y nosotros las tenemos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche beberemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ya no volveremos&lt;br /&gt;A vernos más&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy vas a entrar en mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;En el pasado de mí vida&lt;br /&gt;Tres cosas llevan mi alma herida&lt;br /&gt;Amor, pesar, dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas entrar en mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy nuevas sendas tomaremos&lt;br /&gt;Qué grande ha sido nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;Y, sin embargo, mira lo que quedó&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div 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title='Mareados'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-907785416186285552</id><published>2009-12-14T10:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:38:43.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Se acabó?</title><content type='html'>"Y a pesar de las palabras,&lt;br /&gt;tu silencio es mas profundo y más atroz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no podemos hablar y poner las cosas en claro?&lt;br /&gt;Tu silencio me lastima, me molesta, me enfada, me angustia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si este era el fin... hubieramos empezado por aquí. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meses tirados a la basura en un ir y venir sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;desgastando lo poco que quedaba...y distorcionando el sentido de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que noquiero que te vayas, decidís ausentarte. casi a propósito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juego malicioso. Basta para mí. Basta para todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-907785416186285552?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/907785416186285552/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=907785416186285552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/907785416186285552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/907785416186285552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-acabo.html' title='¿Se acabó?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3443240142724625835</id><published>2009-12-08T22:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:54:57.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas rotas</title><content type='html'>los pedacitos de jarón roto,&lt;br /&gt;ya nunca formarán otra vez &lt;br /&gt;ese jarrón que tanto quisimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hacerse a la idea!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3443240142724625835?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3443240142724625835/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3443240142724625835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3443240142724625835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3443240142724625835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/12/cosas-rotas.html' title='Cosas rotas'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4475838810608712786</id><published>2009-12-06T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:56:07.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Al fin hay sol en esta ciudad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo amanecí nublada e inestable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4475838810608712786?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4475838810608712786/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4475838810608712786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4475838810608712786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4475838810608712786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/12/al-fin-hay-sol-en-esta-ciudad.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4983503016128188949</id><published>2009-12-04T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:36:00.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Materia prima</title><content type='html'>Tanta cola de paja,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que podía hacerme un set de hermosos canastos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4983503016128188949?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4983503016128188949/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4983503016128188949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4983503016128188949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4983503016128188949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/12/materia-prima.html' title='Materia prima'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-8276890985564875568</id><published>2009-12-03T09:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:54:43.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>salto al abismo</title><content type='html'>"Después de haber hurgado entre tanta mierda&lt;br /&gt;en la posguerra del amor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horas de terapia. Meses de reflexión, de decisiones mal tomadas(o la ausencia absoluta de ellas), de falta de voluntad, de duda profunda....de idas y venidas inútiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la eficacia de 8 fotos malparidas que me deciden a soltarle la rienda de una vez y para siempre.La evidencia es tan rotunda, que solo me queda chocarme con esta realidad, y adoptarla como propia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dejo, me voy lejos y espero no volver...&lt;br /&gt;(Abandono para siempre esta angustia que me enfurece y me da ganas de llorar de manera alternada)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8276890985564875568?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8276890985564875568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8276890985564875568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8276890985564875568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8276890985564875568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/12/salto-al-abismo.html' title='salto al abismo'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4781587689388062432</id><published>2009-11-21T21:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:42:29.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalancha pensante</title><content type='html'>El sólo hecho de haber caminado esa cuadra, enfrente de tu casa me retrotrajo a otro tiempo más feliz...&lt;br /&gt;si lo comparo al "hoy", perdí mas de lo que gané.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sólo me queda el recuerdo de ese sueño momentáneo,&lt;br /&gt;viejos tiempos de adicción..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo parar de pensar. Y (sólo) a veces, me ganan las ganas de llorar, sabías?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4781587689388062432?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4781587689388062432/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4781587689388062432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4781587689388062432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4781587689388062432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/11/avalancha-pensante.html' title='Avalancha pensante'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1211470727951355920</id><published>2009-11-20T23:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:54:19.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lauriz" dice:&lt;br /&gt;si pasa que me mata engancharme con que es una opción tan buena.. que no es opcion!&lt;br /&gt;esa sensacion de querer lavarle el cerebro! jajajaa&lt;br /&gt;de que yo muero por estar con el.. y no tengo nada que hacer.. de mi parte&lt;br /&gt;esta todo en sus manos, y el no quiere.&lt;br /&gt;"Amiga" dice:&lt;br /&gt;mmm....es un choto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LVu66hazkjY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LVu66hazkjY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1211470727951355920?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1211470727951355920/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1211470727951355920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1211470727951355920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1211470727951355920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/11/lauriz-dice-si-pasa-que-me-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3003194510087350443</id><published>2009-11-19T11:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:27:09.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Algo mal</title><content type='html'>debo haber hecho..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irme de vacaciones sola porque no hay un ser con quien congenie lo suficiente (o coincidamos en temas básicos como: presupuestos, posible fecha de viaje, intereses y tantos otros) es signo de lo SOLA que estoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A veces me hundo en mi sillón a pensar... y me veo a mí misma como este dibujo de Tute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405820735027930066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SwVVUTbH49I/AAAAAAAAAGY/AKIq5P6JM6k/s200/soy_sola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3003194510087350443?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3003194510087350443/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3003194510087350443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3003194510087350443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3003194510087350443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/11/algo-mal.html' title='&quot;Algo mal'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SwVVUTbH49I/AAAAAAAAAGY/AKIq5P6JM6k/s72-c/soy_sola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5875489082028387724</id><published>2009-11-10T22:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:21:19.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miedos</title><content type='html'>"Habrá que desempolvar el disfraz de valiente..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedos, ganas y mucha ansiedad ante tanta incertidumbre.&lt;br /&gt;Si logro salir de acá sin deshidratarme en el camino, estoy segura que va a ser genial. Ojalá sea !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tenga que ser, y sea lo mejor: Sola o con alguien.. a descubrir una nueva Yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5875489082028387724?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5875489082028387724/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5875489082028387724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5875489082028387724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5875489082028387724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/11/miedos.html' title='Miedos'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6736474094872701415</id><published>2009-11-02T17:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:21:27.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Empezando... YA!"</title><content type='html'>"Las vacaciones se empiezan a disfrutar desde el momento de planearlas" dijo mi papá&lt;br /&gt;Asique mentalmente, ya estoy de vacaciones casi...&lt;br /&gt;y que siga el disfrutepor un par de meses más!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la ansiedad que esto me genera (que TODO me genera, para ser mas exactos), tengo una mezcla de alegria, emociñon disfrute, acelere...e incertidumbre, la que no aprendí a disfrutar aun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al menos logro identificar esa "mixed emotion"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6736474094872701415?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6736474094872701415/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6736474094872701415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6736474094872701415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6736474094872701415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/11/empezando-ya.html' title='Empezando... YA!&quot;'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4412861049259502305</id><published>2009-10-22T12:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:51:06.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideales</title><content type='html'>"Mejor ser presa de un hombre,&lt;br /&gt;y no el polvo insípido y oscuro de más de dos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este pensamiento ha guiado mi vida hasta acá.&lt;br /&gt;Y no llegué muy lejos, la verdad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Habrá que probar otras ideologias?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4412861049259502305?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4412861049259502305/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4412861049259502305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4412861049259502305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4412861049259502305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/10/ideales.html' title='Ideales'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2574734711403345253</id><published>2009-09-16T12:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:24:11.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Debe ser recontra conocido. A mi me llegó hoy de mi "ex-futura-suegra"con imágenes trilladas y cursis, pero el contenido me interesó. Será que tengo muy a flor de piel el tema de que personas especiales pasan por a vida de uno y se alejan indefectiblemente, que otras nos desilucionan, este asunto de esforzarme por disfrutar cada momento, dejar marcas imborrables en los demás, aceptar condiciones que parecían inauditas, perdonar acor terribles, ser condescendientes y contemplativos en algunas cosas y terriblemente combativos en otras... en fin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Estoy sensible y me gustó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya perdoné errores casi imperdonables,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intente sustituir personas insustituibles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y olvidar personas inolvidables.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya hice cosas por impulso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya me decepcioné de personas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que pensé que nunca me decepcionarían, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero también yo decepcioné a alguien.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya abracé para proteger, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya reí cuando no podía, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya hice amigos eternos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya amé y fuí amado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero también fuí rechazado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya fuí amado y no supe amar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya grité y salté de tanta felicidad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya viví del amor, e hice juramentos eternos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero fallé muchas veces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya lloré oyendo música y viendo fotos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya llamé solo para escuchar una voz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya me apasioné por una sonrisa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya pensé que me moriría de tanta tristeza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuve miedo de perder a alguien especial &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( y acabé perdiéndolo ) ¡ mas sobreviví ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y todavía vivo, no paso por la vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y Ud. tampoco debería pasar. VIVA !!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es bueno ir a la lucha con determinación,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abrazar la vida con pasión, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perder con clase y vencer con osadía &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que el mundo pertenece a quien se atreve &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y la vida es mucho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para ser insignificante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2574734711403345253?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2574734711403345253/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2574734711403345253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2574734711403345253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2574734711403345253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4256946175555607268</id><published>2009-09-15T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:23:00.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Otra vez acá</title><content type='html'>...a vivir eternamente entre el tedio y la pasión,&lt;br /&gt;el instinto y la razón,&lt;br /&gt;entre la perseverancia y la cruel resignación...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4256946175555607268?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4256946175555607268/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4256946175555607268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4256946175555607268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4256946175555607268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/09/otra-vez-aca.html' title='Otra vez acá'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-168863307392694810</id><published>2009-09-07T10:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:42:39.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>y quién te dijo que no tengo miedo?</title><content type='html'>Se avecinan dos operaciones. una de mi ex y otra de mi papá.&lt;br /&gt;Son cirugias habituales, de esas con poco riesgo. Así y todo a mi me dapánico pensar que les puede pasar algo a alguno de ellos. (de hecho conozco casos donde las cirugía re simple termina complicada y con finales poco felices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo. &lt;br /&gt;Pero me lo guardo para mí para que ellos vayan confiados y sin sentir temor. Sin nervios "extra" a los que ya deben tener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy una roca, incapaz de expresar mis sentimientos, pero hoy los abrazaria y les diria que los quiero, que no los quiero perder, que son re importantes para mi y que estoy para lo que necesiten, aunque muchas veces sean los destinatarios de mi ira cuando me enojo, o pierdo la paciencia. Son esa gente que uno tiene tan cerca que los descuida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy falleció el papá de mi jefe en un hospital. Cuántas muertes mas van a salpicar mi entorno?&lt;br /&gt;me dan muchas ganas de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento un escalofrio de temor, de angustia; un nudo en la garganta y ganas de atesorar para siempre a mis seres queridos (con la impotancia de saber que es imposible).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-168863307392694810?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/168863307392694810/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=168863307392694810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/168863307392694810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/168863307392694810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-quien-te-dijo-que-no-tengo-miedo.html' title='y quién te dijo que no tengo miedo?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7592788782981974039</id><published>2009-09-04T23:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:06:54.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy viajo solo y sin volver</title><content type='html'>Auqnue me cause algún dolor, angustia, miedo y ansiedad, me veo yéndome sola en unos meses...&lt;br /&gt;y realmente creo que no vuelve la misma Laura de ese viaje.&lt;br /&gt;No se siquiera si vuelve "alguna Laura", para ser mas sinceros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hoy viajo sola y sin volver, será que el resto es languidecer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota al margen: ya hace como 3 años que escribo acá. INCREIBLE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo vuela, cuando uno se divierte; dicen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7592788782981974039?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7592788782981974039/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=7592788782981974039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7592788782981974039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7592788782981974039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoy-viajo-solo-y-sin-volver.html' title='Hoy viajo solo y sin volver'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6203491547659835414</id><published>2009-09-02T09:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:45:51.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy Tango</title><content type='html'>Cerrame el ventanal,&lt;br /&gt;que arrastra el sol&lt;br /&gt;su lento caracol de sueño...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6203491547659835414?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6203491547659835414/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6203491547659835414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6203491547659835414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6203491547659835414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/09/soy-tango.html' title='Soy Tango'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4184373204843885840</id><published>2009-09-01T11:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:19:44.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De luchas y sueños</title><content type='html'>"Quien sueña sin luchar, nunca llega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien lucha sin soñar, tampoco…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leido en un puesto de diarios de la Av. Rivadavia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4184373204843885840?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4184373204843885840/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4184373204843885840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4184373204843885840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4184373204843885840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-luchas-y-suenos.html' title='De luchas y sueños'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5324716538667322941</id><published>2009-08-31T15:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:48:47.718-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrás se quedó alumbrando su claridad</title><content type='html'>Así me siento yo: como un ser que perdió su brillo en los avatares de su corta vida.&lt;br /&gt;Desgastada por los desamores y desiluciones cotidianas...&lt;br /&gt;un ánima transitando caminos pedregosos que no llevan al mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5324716538667322941?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5324716538667322941/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5324716538667322941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5324716538667322941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5324716538667322941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/atras-se-quedo-alumbrando-su-claridad.html' title='Atrás se quedó alumbrando su claridad'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6837192132551289642</id><published>2009-08-25T09:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:24:49.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al casillero de INICIO</title><content type='html'>Otra vez, cai en la tentación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiene todo lo que una quisiera. Y tan al alcance de la mano, que parecieria que no salgo de la obnubilación para atesorarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas se dieron raras ayer, mucho mejor que la última vez. yo estab ams relajada y me termine de relajar con su paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así y todo hoy siento algo entre vacio y desencanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me resuenan las palabras que me hicieron "ruido" más que las dulces o tiernas... me molesta el silencio y lo que no se habló, mas que relamerme en lo dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cualquiera. Capaz deberia dejar de verlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6837192132551289642?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6837192132551289642/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6837192132551289642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6837192132551289642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6837192132551289642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/al-casillero-de-inicio.html' title='Al casillero de INICIO'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-597558022137926692</id><published>2009-08-21T09:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:43:12.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La mitad llena del vaso?</title><content type='html'>El aporte de un amigo sabio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if missed opportunities also define us, we're pretty much only defined by them (because they are much more numerous than taken oppotunities)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que me envuelve un optimismo inusual... creo que todo pasa por algo. y que hoy hay esperanzas de que todo lo que deseamos se presente ante nosotros nuevamente.. y esta vez, podamos tomarlo con suficiente fuerza (o destreza) como para que no se nos escape! ajajaj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-597558022137926692?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/597558022137926692/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=597558022137926692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/597558022137926692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/597558022137926692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-mitad-llena-del-vaso.html' title='La mitad llena del vaso?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3350372640017211533</id><published>2009-08-20T09:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:13:27.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>Tengo una certeza injustificable de que el señorito está frecuentando otra muchacha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me obsesiona pensarlo, imagino situaciones, lo puedo ver haciendo el mismo ritual de seducción que tenía conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me molesta no ser yo la que está ahí. Me enojo conmigo misma por no estar dispuesta a buscar otra opción en mi vida. Por hundirme en la tristeza y desilución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado, veo sus fotos y ya no es tan lindo. se esta cayendo el velo que cubria mis ojos: puedo darme cuenta que no es todo lo que mi recuerdo trata de comvencerme es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se mezclan imágenes de lugares que alguna vez conocí (Potrerillos) con un dejo de abandono que me provocan mucha tristeza. Todo esto en un mismo sueño donde libero mi ira cortando el cuello de una "amiga" con una navaja. Me acuchillo con una señorita por su amor. Y vuelo entre balcones con mi hermano saludando a famosos, familiares y amigos mientras ellos miran asombrados!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy empezando a transitar los intrincados caminos de la locura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ACTUA LIZ:  And we're back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Justo cuando habia caido a la tristeza y monotonia de una vida sin el.. casi regisnada, me habla como si nada. y reafirma su invitación... que onda? nunca vaa dejar que me angustie, pase el bajón y rehaga mi vida??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lo peor es que em alegró el dia. Porqué no me resisto a sus encantos? Basta!!! por favor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Voy a poner en hold esta sensación...para disfrutarla todo lo que pueda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(por hoy, he dicho que No a la salida... para hacerme rogar un poco? No sé, no creo que le afecte mucho en verdad. Fue más para darme tiempo a estar divina! ) jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3350372640017211533?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3350372640017211533/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3350372640017211533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3350372640017211533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3350372640017211533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4498130816638321644</id><published>2009-08-19T12:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:22:29.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cualquier estación para mi es primavera con vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Extraño esa sensación de felicidad incomensurable... que no importe nada. Tener la sonrisa constantemente en mi cara, inalterable. feliz de que estás, me querés, te preocupás por mi, y me esperás cada noche para compartir las poquitas horas libres que ambos tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que algo tan lindo me haga mal es una pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el recuerdo me atormenta,&lt;br /&gt;tu silencio me obsesiona y esta sacnado lo pero de mi.&lt;br /&gt;me doy miedo a veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que de esta miel, también, mejor que falte y no que sobre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trato de pensar que es mejor no estar tan melosa, que mejor tener estos momentos de felicidad efímeros para no convertirme en lo que nucna quise ser: una tortolita enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;Cuesta horrores convencerme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4498130816638321644?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4498130816638321644/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4498130816638321644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4498130816638321644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4498130816638321644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/obse.html' title='OBSE'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7292318686227334780</id><published>2009-08-18T12:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:56:05.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La última curda</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"una solterona SIEMPRE toma vino"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRECAUCIÓN:&lt;br /&gt;En la boca de un ex, puede sonar hiriente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7292318686227334780?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7292318686227334780/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=7292318686227334780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7292318686227334780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7292318686227334780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-ultima-curda.html' title='La última curda'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3030888738027005664</id><published>2009-08-17T23:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:42:13.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamín</title><content type='html'>La peli que nunca vimos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de ls grandes frases del guión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our lives are defined by opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Even the ones we miss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vos que seguís sin contestar mis palabras---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién perdió la oportunidad: vos o yo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3030888738027005664?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3030888738027005664/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3030888738027005664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3030888738027005664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3030888738027005664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/benjamin.html' title='Benjamín'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3423355425812533843</id><published>2009-08-16T15:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:17:27.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El monólogo de Queen Elizabeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SohNHdLa-1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qDbd6nng4BA/s1600-h/the-golden-age-2-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SohNHdLa-1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qDbd6nng4BA/s200/the-golden-age-2-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370627346126273362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mortals have&lt;br /&gt;many weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;We feel too much.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt too much.&lt;br /&gt;All too soon we die.&lt;br /&gt;But we do have&lt;br /&gt;the chance of love.&lt;br /&gt;Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33816731-3423355425812533843?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3423355425812533843/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3423355425812533843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3423355425812533843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3423355425812533843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/queen-of-pain.html' title='Queen of pain'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SohNHdLa-1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qDbd6nng4BA/s72-c/the-golden-age-2-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-8500629128319412298</id><published>2009-08-11T16:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:22:40.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presa de la ansiedad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si encuentras algo mas fino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el filo de tu  silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sólo entonces te amaré. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebuscada tu respuesta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanto  como tu cabeza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo solo quería unos mimos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un suspiro de tu ombligo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una sopa con sabor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de este amor...&lt;br /&gt;que nunca vio la luz,&lt;br /&gt;no sintió el calor,&lt;br /&gt;no  sufrió el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;no vivió el morir.&lt;br /&gt;Muy grande la cruz,&lt;br /&gt;muy chico el honor ,&lt;br /&gt;enana actitud,&lt;br /&gt;de vivir mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque a  veces digo basta&lt;br /&gt;en las noches de subasta&lt;br /&gt;me la juego hasta ganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sólo me quedan recuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ese sueño momentáneo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viejos tiempos  de adicción. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A planteos poco cuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al placer del desengaño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a  la dulce confusión. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda el consuelo&lt;br /&gt;de saberme muy  tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;yo ya sé que la pelee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8500629128319412298?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8500629128319412298/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8500629128319412298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8500629128319412298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8500629128319412298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/presa-de-la-ansiedad.html' title='Presa de la ansiedad'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-516020562523599691</id><published>2009-08-10T01:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:30:18.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>empastillada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Una guitarra por demás desafinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; un frio alquimista que todo transforma en hielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; una canción que de movida está arruinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; y un autoestima ya muy adherido al suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Las esperanzas guardadas en un cajón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; no tienen pilas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; yo que más le puedo hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; por Dios que difícil que se hace componer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; cuando me falta tu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Y me resulta imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; sacarla de mi cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; un camino de ida y vuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; que termina en la cerveza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; y ruego a Dios que esto termine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; para poder ser el de antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; que no llora por mujeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; y tiene siempre una amante...siempre una amante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ideas que vuelan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; pero que nunca aterrizan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; metáforas como cuentos sin moralejas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; del quinto piso está chistandome una vieja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; que, como yo, ya se olvidó de lsa sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Un verso triste que me acaban de vender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; y los zapatos que me aprietan el talón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; disculpen que sea tan triste mi canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; es que no la volveré a ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;y tengo miedo a equivocarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; a sufrir, ser lastimado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; equivocarse es algo humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; pero amarte es un pecado... Es un pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Y ruego a Dios que esto termine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; para poder ser el de antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; que no llora por mujeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; y tiene siempre un amante... Siempre un amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Porque conozco yo el calibre de tus besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; ya no me dejo asesinar por esa boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;no pongo un pleno mas por vos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; no tengo un peso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;mejor le cedo a otro el turno que me te toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; que me toca.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capaz me deje asesinar un poquito nomás...&lt;br /&gt;Esto lo vale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bo---- dice (13:48):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; gracias ojos, sos muy buena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/33816731-516020562523599691?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/516020562523599691/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=516020562523599691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/516020562523599691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/516020562523599691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/empastillada.html' title='empastillada!'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3024142750717584280</id><published>2009-08-09T03:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T03:36:17.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando estas palabras de tu boca...</title><content type='html'>"CORAZÓN, ES TAN FÁCIL QUERERTE&lt;br /&gt;CON O SIN RAZÓN, NO ME ANIMO A  PERDERTE&lt;br /&gt;Si tu boca, respira cerveza&lt;br /&gt;si tu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; metro cincuenta y  monedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desnudo sobre el colchón&lt;br /&gt;Es poesia en carne viva es esta  canción"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque sé, que puedo estar sin vos&lt;br /&gt;Cómo hacer, que quiera estar sin  vos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3024142750717584280?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3024142750717584280/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3024142750717584280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3024142750717584280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3024142750717584280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/08/esperando-estas-palabras-de-tu-boca.html' title='Esperando estas palabras de tu boca...'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5292852116696794056</id><published>2009-07-29T15:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:36:41.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You might have succeeded in changing me</title><content type='html'>It's easier to leave than to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5292852116696794056?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5292852116696794056/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5292852116696794056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5292852116696794056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5292852116696794056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-might-have-succeeded-in-changing-me.html' title='You might have succeeded in changing me'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-935995896531906196</id><published>2009-07-28T10:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:57:37.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>y así las flores crecen junto a los cardos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/Sm87v4VD35I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tZqVVod0K_4/s1600-h/cardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363571374982160274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/Sm87v4VD35I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tZqVVod0K_4/s200/cardo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Todavia me emocionan ciertas voces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;todavia creo en mirar a los ojos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;todavia tengo en mente cambiar algo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;todavia y a Dios gracias todavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;El sol quema la lengua de los lagartos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;la verdad es buen veneno pa' las tripas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;todavia hay mucha gente que esta viva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;todavia y a Dios gracias todavia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;En la voz de Baglietto, es casi un himno a la perserverancia y la esperanza&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/33816731-935995896531906196?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/935995896531906196/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=935995896531906196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/935995896531906196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/935995896531906196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-asi-las-flores-crecen-junto-los.html' title='y así las flores crecen junto a los cardos'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/Sm87v4VD35I/AAAAAAAAAGI/tZqVVod0K_4/s72-c/cardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4493874738953422955</id><published>2009-07-18T12:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:37:14.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;No olvides que una vez tu fuiste sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no olvides ni la tapia ni el laurel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no dejes de asombrarte al asistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;a un nuevo nacimiento en tu jardín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;No pierdas una ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no entregues tus mañanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;de aguaceros y juegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ni desentierres tesoros, viejos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;No ocultes lo que ayer se te ofreció&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no escondas ni la pena ni el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no dejes que una nube diga adiós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no saltes en pedazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no ocultes tu diamante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no entregues tu perfecto amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;ni tus estrellas, ni tu arena, ni tu mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;ni tu incansable caminar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;vete de nuevo hasta el arroyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;donde esta tu mejor canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Y ve, cálmale la sed a tus enormes prados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;no permitas que se pierda tu cosecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;hoy que hasta la lluvia fiel no te ha escuchado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;y busca tu raiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Y dale la caricia a la que siempre espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;la única manera de hacerla que vuelva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;a ofrecerte frutos hasta en el invierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; no olvides que una vez tu fuiste sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Y ve, desata esos diques de corrientes presas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;dejate llevar y vuelve a ser jinete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;baja hasta tus valles de palomas sueltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;que éste es tu país&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Donde están tus riendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;donde está tu espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;donde abandonaste tu camino entonces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;donde naufragaste haz crecer mil rosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;y no olvides que una vez tu fuiste sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4493874738953422955?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4493874738953422955/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4493874738953422955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4493874738953422955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4493874738953422955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-olvides-que-una-vez-tu-fuiste-sol-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7070047009244519649</id><published>2009-07-17T17:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:29:43.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamos así...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hace unos días tengo pegada esta canción que parece contar en pequeñas frases todos los estados que dominan mi espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me gustó, pero ahora me parece muy representativa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hice todo lo posible por seguir&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cambié el color de mis ojos por marfil, ahahh.&lt;br /&gt;Acostumbrado a mentir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acostumbrado a reir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Van mil dias que no se lo que decir&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sin ideas de Buenos Aires a Junin, ahahh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hoy siento letras default,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leyendo un libro de amor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Te busqué pues cada vez que te encontré,&lt;br /&gt;y en tus ojos no vi brillos como aquellos, ahahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;del show en el quinto bar,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me viste cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y el verano trajo luces sobre el mar,&lt;br /&gt;y entendí que hay mil maneras de dar, ahahh.&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque no te haya hecho bien,&lt;br /&gt;a mi manera te amé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;No soy el tipo que parezco ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;no soy el tipo que tu crees ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Se que no es facil para mi ser yo, aaah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;aaaah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No hay una sola razón para sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;las cosas siguen su curso como el Rhin, ahahh.&lt;br /&gt;El rio no tiene fin,&lt;br /&gt;sigue su vida en el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;strong&gt;hoy estás radiante&lt;/strong&gt; como Nueva York,&lt;br /&gt;y yo estoy pensando en otro lugar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;No tengo nada que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;esto no da para más.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo nada que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;esto no da para más,&lt;br /&gt;esto no da para más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7070047009244519649?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7070047009244519649/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=7070047009244519649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7070047009244519649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7070047009244519649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/estamos-asi.html' title='Estamos así...'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-90260012889945817</id><published>2009-07-16T17:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:40:53.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos al tren!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/Sl-QK60YhsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Byz_Zy4GfQ/s1600-h/beforesunrise03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/Sl-QK60YhsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Byz_Zy4GfQ/s200/beforesunrise03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359160598856238786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo pasar los trenes.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en la estación: tan lista, tan deseosa de subirme, con las valijas... complemtamente preparada y dispuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, veo cómo la gente que conozco (o alguna vez conocí) pasa en ellos y ni siquiera sé si me ven allá abajo, en el andén. &lt;br /&gt;Yo los veo a ellos, claro.&lt;br /&gt;y se repite esa sensación una y otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO TE CONFUDAS!!  me re alegran tus vacaciones. me amarga pensar que podríamos estar yéndonos juntos... y me molesta sentir que MIS opciones de vacaciones (que tanto necesito) no me llenan, no me convencen, no están tan buenas como las de los demás.&lt;br /&gt;Me enoja no poder irme con al certeza de que voya  disfrutar, o lo que es peor, llevarme la certeza de que no la voy pasar bien sola. y por eso sigo acá en el andén viendo pasar los trenes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El avion se va &lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos del futuro juntos..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-90260012889945817?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/90260012889945817/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=90260012889945817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/90260012889945817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/90260012889945817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/bienvenidos-al-tren.html' title='Bienvenidos al tren!'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/Sl-QK60YhsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1Byz_Zy4GfQ/s72-c/beforesunrise03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-63557368980387344</id><published>2009-07-14T09:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:50:47.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voy hacia el fuego como la mariposa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fui llena de valor, casi sin miedo, directo a la hoguera.&lt;br /&gt;y me quemé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la pasión desenfrenada que no tenía que envolverme...y lo hizo. Me abrazó, me llenó de una sensación de cariño que es sólo un espejismo y otra vez me ilusioné con algo que no es una opción! Ahora el bajón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A veces cuando pienso que todo esta perdido &lt;br /&gt;voy hacia algunas formas de la muerte &lt;br /&gt;me pego un tiro con una palabra &lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez me fue tan transparente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y ahora a empezar de cero.. a levantar cada carta del castillo que se voló&lt;br /&gt;barajar y dar de nuevo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"la lucha es de igual a igual &lt;br /&gt;contra uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;y eso es ganarla &lt;br /&gt;no te pares, no te mates&lt;br /&gt;solo es una forma de mas de demorarse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-63557368980387344?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/63557368980387344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=63557368980387344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/63557368980387344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/63557368980387344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/voy-hacia-el-fuego-como-la-mariposa.html' title='Voy hacia el fuego como la mariposa'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6634465802183400213</id><published>2009-07-12T14:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:50:18.672-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El orgulloso</title><content type='html'>Parece que tengo la capacidad de conseguir lo que quiero. &lt;br /&gt;Deseaba con tanto esmero vernos de nuevo, que lo logré, y casi sin forzarlo. &lt;br /&gt;Pero la sensación a vacio que me queda ahora es indescriptible. Porque acepté vernos a cualquier precio, sin promesas de amor, ni siquiera propuestas de vernos de nuevo alguna vez... no presioné, no busqué explicaciones ni excusas, no hablamos nada serio "así debía ser" para ser mas cool. y pasaste una noche genial.. no? te quedaste con un lindo recuerdo mio? GENIAL la más tonta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentí que rebajé todos nuestros rituales (en otros tiempos, frutos del sentimiento entre dos palomitas enamoradas) a un juego sexual frio y hedonista. Me niego a creer que fue siempre así. Cierro mis ojos a esa realidad que se pasea orgullosa en mi psiquis. Para vos fue siempre así? yo estuve perdidamente enamorada de vos... y vos cuando te diste cuenta me soltaste la mano, porque para vos era un divertimento, una válvula de escape!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;y ahora no hablamos más. Vos y tu orgullo...&lt;br /&gt;Vos, siempre el mejor, el tipo bueno, el salvador.&lt;br /&gt;Actuando en consecuencia, seguro no me querés herir y por eso no me vas a volver a dirigir la palabra. Porque cerraste una historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me muero de miedo de que sea realmente así. por favor.. que no sea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly Simon te diría:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner&lt;br /&gt;They'd be your partner, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre so vain, you probably think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Youre so vain, Ill bet you think this song is about you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you? don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive&lt;br /&gt;Well you said that we made such a pretty pair&lt;br /&gt;And that you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me&lt;br /&gt;I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my coffee, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6634465802183400213?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6634465802183400213/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6634465802183400213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6634465802183400213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6634465802183400213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-orgulloso.html' title='El orgulloso'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1036929890919575747</id><published>2009-07-10T22:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:08:08.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En la letra de Bersuit</title><content type='html'>Fue una noche rara.. de esas que no sabés  definir si la pasaste bien.&lt;br /&gt;Hubo emoción por demás...pero estaba tensa, y me quedé con ganas de más, de vernos otra vez, de tener revancha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De estar mas relajada... y  revivo la noche,y la haria todo distinto. Es tarde. Igual estuve digna, pero creo que cedí mucho.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si pensás que estoy derrotado,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que sepas que me la sigo jugando,&lt;br /&gt;porque el tiempo, el tiempo no para.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo veo el futuro repetir el pasado&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/33816731-1036929890919575747?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1036929890919575747/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1036929890919575747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1036929890919575747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1036929890919575747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-la-letra-de-bersuit.html' title='En la letra de Bersuit'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-9011412029656374499</id><published>2009-07-08T15:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:42:13.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pidiendo pista</title><content type='html'>Así estamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SlTodHIG0VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bNLoMT36Zo4/s1600-h/aerodynamic-contrail-landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SlTodHIG0VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bNLoMT36Zo4/s200/aerodynamic-contrail-landing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356161443677262162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentalizados que es sólo esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADA DE ILUSIONARSE CON HISTORIAS DE AMOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-9011412029656374499?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/9011412029656374499/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=9011412029656374499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/9011412029656374499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/9011412029656374499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/pidiendo-pista.html' title='Pidiendo pista'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SlTodHIG0VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bNLoMT36Zo4/s72-c/aerodynamic-contrail-landing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7750064944710310428</id><published>2009-07-07T17:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:46:22.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorpresivo</title><content type='html'>Así de la nada, un dia cualquiera que empezó lluvioso y terminó siendo de sol radiante, me habló otra vez! el ave fenix que resurge de la cenizas... una cosa loca.&lt;br /&gt;Y la buena onda de el, mis recaudos( ya sé con que bueyes aro), la charla que entrecortada se prolongó durante todo el dia laboral desebocó en una cena planeada para un dia de estos... aunque ya sabemos que no es de confiar el muchacho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sorpresa agradable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganas de estar divina...de que muera de amor..(como ya dije antes yo sólo quiero que mueras de amor por mi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedad a toneladas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cabecita que no para.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El psico me dijo: porque ponés fichas en algo que no va?&lt;br /&gt;Porqué no solatás lo que n te hace bien?? (soy yo que no suelto? o ellos que no me dejan ir...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya veremos si se concreta... y el balance del reencuentro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7750064944710310428?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7750064944710310428/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=7750064944710310428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7750064944710310428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7750064944710310428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorpresivo.html' title='Sorpresivo'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4887184256303841445</id><published>2009-07-04T21:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:08:12.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Determinación</title><content type='html'>I'll make a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brand new start&lt;/span&gt; of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't make it there, &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you &lt;br /&gt;New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y claro... en la voz de Sinatra suena mucho más convincente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4887184256303841445?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4887184256303841445/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4887184256303841445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4887184256303841445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4887184256303841445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/determinacion.html' title='Determinación'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4698956073162519728</id><published>2009-07-02T11:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:17:30.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Every cloud has a silver lining'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SkzBTpzbwdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rEejfwLLuS8/s1600-h/DSC00244a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SkzBTpzbwdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rEejfwLLuS8/s200/DSC00244a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353866600419934674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes say that every cloud has a silver lining to comfort somebody who's having problems. They mean that it is always possible to get something positive out of a situation, no matter how unpleasant, difficult or even painful it might seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4698956073162519728?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4698956073162519728/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4698956073162519728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4698956073162519728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4698956073162519728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-cloud-has-silver-lining.html' title='&apos;Every cloud has a silver lining&apos;'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SkzBTpzbwdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rEejfwLLuS8/s72-c/DSC00244a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-6061774874349527833</id><published>2009-06-30T10:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:31:04.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A dónde vamos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SkoTS06hlhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vkh_ZFuWPmI/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SkoTS06hlhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vkh_ZFuWPmI/s200/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353112321245943314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WALKED ACROSS AN EMPTY LAND &lt;br /&gt;I KNEW THE PATHWAY LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND &lt;br /&gt;I FELT THE EARTH BENEATH MY FEET &lt;br /&gt;SAT BY THE RIVER AND IT MADE ME COMPLETE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SIMPLE THING, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? &lt;br /&gt;I´M GETTING OLD AND I NEED SOMETHING TO RELY ON &lt;br /&gt;SO TELL ME WHEN YOU´RE GONNA LET ME IN &lt;br /&gt;I´M GETTING TIRED AND I NEED SOMEWHERE TO BEGIN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAME ACROSS A FALLEN TREE &lt;br /&gt;I FELT THE BRANCHES OF IT LOOKING AT ME &lt;br /&gt;IS THIS THE PLACE WE USED TO LOVE? &lt;br /&gt;IS THIS THE PLACE THAT I´VE DREAMING OF? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SIMPLE THING, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE? | &lt;br /&gt;I´M GETTING OLD AND I NEED SOMETHING TO RELY ON| &lt;br /&gt;SO TELL ME WHEN YOU´RE GONNA LET ME IN | &lt;br /&gt;I´M GETTING TIRED AND I NEED SOMEWHERE TO BEGIN | &lt;br /&gt;}X2 &lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU HAVE A MINUTE WHY DON´T WE GO | &lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT IT SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW? | &lt;br /&gt;THIS COULD BE THE END OF EVERYTHING | &lt;br /&gt;SO WHY DON´T WE GO, SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW | &lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH,AH,AH &lt;br /&gt;OH,OH,OH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS COULD BE THE END OF EVERYTHING &lt;br /&gt;SO WHY DON´T WE GO &lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW &lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-6061774874349527833?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/6061774874349527833/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=6061774874349527833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6061774874349527833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/6061774874349527833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/donde-vamos.html' title='A dónde vamos?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lPjJgDRgn_U/SkoTS06hlhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vkh_ZFuWPmI/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7675772264939562643</id><published>2009-06-23T11:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:23:28.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tratame bien</title><content type='html'>Ya lo dijo Mirta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como te ven, te tratan.&lt;br /&gt; Si te ven mal, te maltratan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estar bien!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7675772264939562643?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7675772264939562643/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=7675772264939562643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7675772264939562643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7675772264939562643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tratame-bien.html' title='Tratame bien'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-8426302434446930695</id><published>2009-06-22T16:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:09:33.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradójico</title><content type='html'>Naaaa, es así:&lt;br /&gt;el día q el flaco q se parte solo te invita a salir, estás casada y con hijos.&lt;br /&gt;Te divorciás y los das en adopción,&lt;br /&gt;y se hacen los pelotudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una gran verdad... qué hacemos, entonces?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8426302434446930695?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8426302434446930695/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8426302434446930695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8426302434446930695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8426302434446930695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradojico.html' title='Paradójico'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3440405036858077020</id><published>2009-06-20T18:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:54:24.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>En el peor de los casos, nena,&lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero acostarme con vos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3440405036858077020?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3440405036858077020/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3440405036858077020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3440405036858077020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3440405036858077020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4546031293895572227</id><published>2009-06-19T11:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:41:34.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esclava de tu indecisión</title><content type='html'>Más contactos, muy seguidos.(Mucho más de lo que yo me imaginaba que podrían ser)&lt;br /&gt;Qué onda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sos muy bueno y, de verdad, te importa mi salud estomacal?? &lt;br /&gt;No sé si creerme eso. O estás pidiendo pista...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Últimamente, se me da por desconfiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas claras para evitar barrer astillas de corazón más tarde, dale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero entusiasmarme con palabras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4546031293895572227?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4546031293895572227/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4546031293895572227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4546031293895572227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ilusionarme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cuándo nos vemos?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8317603762548005407?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8317603762548005407/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8317603762548005407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8317603762548005407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8317603762548005407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/mas-ilusiones.html' title='Mas ilusiones'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-366225269978353746</id><published>2009-06-17T00:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:21:01.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo dijo Joaquín</title><content type='html'>Puedo ponerme digno y decirte:&lt;br /&gt;"Toma mi dirección para cuando te hartes de amores baratos, de un rato.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mejor -le pedí- que te calles no me gusta invertir en quimeras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-366225269978353746?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7152922346336110984</id><published>2009-06-15T22:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:09:09.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gently weeps</title><content type='html'>Depresión de domingo por la noche... un lunes(pero no un lunes cualquiera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7qpfGVUd8c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7qpfGVUd8c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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weeps'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-8482596585864218034</id><published>2009-06-14T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:46:01.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nosostros?</title><content type='html'>La cabeza no para. &lt;br /&gt;Sólo pienso en nosotros aunque trate de evitarlo, de no ilusionarme con vos.&lt;br /&gt;Al final, lográs lo que querés ni tenerme ni dejarme ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Empezá por aceptar tu maldad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de autocrítica&lt;br /&gt;no te vendría mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me agarraste desatento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que anduve por ahí&lt;br /&gt;Desprolijo porque si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;En el arte de fingir me ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque yo me esmero mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si te entrego mi confianza abusas&lt;br /&gt;Me devolviste el corazón pertrechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo pasa entre nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Y no quiero entusiasmarme con palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ya no hago más que especular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor sería demostrártelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que a veces me comporto fatal&lt;br /&gt;No prestes atención a esos detalles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fue la suma de factores&lt;br /&gt;El efecto dominó&lt;br /&gt;Algo entre vos y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si me acerco te pones a temblar&lt;br /&gt;Eso me confunde mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo pasa entre nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;Y no quiero entusiasmarme con palabras&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hago más que especular&lt;br /&gt;Mejor sería demostrártelo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8482596585864218034?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8482596585864218034/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8482596585864218034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8482596585864218034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8482596585864218034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/nosostros.html' title='nosostros?'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2670975122965375183</id><published>2009-06-13T16:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:52:11.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La llamada</title><content type='html'>Me despierto con un llamado inesperado. Es él.&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la sorpresa pero traté de no mostrarme perturbada. No dije nada de vernos ni mucho menos, incluso sintiendo que me daba pie a proponerlo.( Turro, estoy segura que lo hace a propósito!) &lt;br /&gt;Esperé que me invitara el, pero no dijo nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora me cocino a fuego lento...pensando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tengo que aprender a fingir mas&lt;br /&gt;y a no mostrar lo que siento.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que aprender a fingir mas,&lt;br /&gt;y a pilotear lo que pienso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD:definitivamente, no le comieron la lengua los ratones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2670975122965375183?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2670975122965375183/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2670975122965375183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2670975122965375183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2670975122965375183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-llamada.html' title='La llamada'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2780141310607722043</id><published>2009-06-12T16:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:16:39.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>le comieron la lengua los ratones</title><content type='html'>Ahora te dignas a hablarme? Sólo porque te molesta mi frasecita en el msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabés qué? sí, es por vos y si te molesta...Jodete! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me molestan tantas cosas y no puedo decir nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras tanto lo que vos pensabas esas semanas era algo así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creo que es momento para otra &lt;strong&gt;bomba de humo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y batirme en retirada&lt;/strong&gt;nuestra sociedad me perjudica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vos no sos una chica cualquiera&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2780141310607722043?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2780141310607722043/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2780141310607722043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2780141310607722043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2780141310607722043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-comieron-la-lengua-los-ratones.html' title='le comieron la lengua los ratones'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2494916921627724124</id><published>2009-06-11T09:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:37:41.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yéndome</title><content type='html'>De donde vengo eso no tiene perdón .&lt;br /&gt;De donde soy para eso no hay castigo .&lt;br /&gt;Y a donde voy no debería preocuparte&lt;br /&gt;porque no serás testigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2494916921627724124?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2494916921627724124/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2494916921627724124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2494916921627724124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2494916921627724124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/yendome.html' title='Yéndome'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3024806630065769126</id><published>2009-06-10T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:10:01.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La fórmula</title><content type='html'>¿Cuándo voy a convencerme de que tengo todo lo que se necesita para ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy donde muchos quisieran estar, que he logrado casi todo lo que me he propuesto en la vida (en tiempos récord). EPA!&lt;br /&gt;Y queue tengo una paciencia infinita, una voluntad de acero, una fortaleza que parece esconderse atrás de unos ojos vidriosos y enrojecidos de tanto llorar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parace que tengo justo la "fórmula perfecta" y que, simplemente, no funciona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3024806630065769126?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3024806630065769126/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3024806630065769126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3024806630065769126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3024806630065769126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-formula.html' title='La fórmula'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2610964916868118841</id><published>2009-06-09T11:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:10:23.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos</title><content type='html'>Quisiera borrar todos nuestros momentos lindos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que desparezcan los abrazos a la noche, despertarnos juntos, los beso de bienvenida con una sonrisa,las noches de lujuria, tus llamados, las comidas juntos, mi entusiasmo inagotable, las vacaciones en la nieve, todo lo que nunca fue y vive(y vivió siempre) en mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera estar radiante como el dia que nos conocimos, sonriente como cuando estabamos juntos y bien, feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se sequen las lágrimas que no paran de caerse de mis ojos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y abolir cualquier recuerdo feliz que hoy me angustia, por el vacío que me deja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2610964916868118841?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2610964916868118841/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2610964916868118841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2610964916868118841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2610964916868118841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-eterno-resplandor-de-una-mente-sin.html' title='El eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-9130725809962366879</id><published>2009-06-06T13:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:22:34.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un par de alas rotas</title><content type='html'>¿y qué voy a hacer con los domingos&lt;br /&gt;y feriados ningún plan es apropiado&lt;br /&gt;cuando intento no pensar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me inventaré para decirle al mundo&lt;br /&gt;entero si me ven tumbada al suelo&lt;br /&gt;y sin más ganas de volar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿cómo escondo este par de alas rotas&lt;br /&gt;y las suelas de mis botas cansadas&lt;br /&gt;de caminar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ya me han visto con la mirada perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;unas cuantas libras menos&lt;br /&gt;y unas lágrimas de más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dime acaso a dónde vas&lt;br /&gt;ahora que no estoy&lt;br /&gt;dime acaso a dónde voy&lt;br /&gt;ahora que no estás&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero que vuelvas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-9130725809962366879?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/9130725809962366879/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=9130725809962366879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/9130725809962366879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/9130725809962366879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-par-de-alas-rotas.html' title='Un par de alas rotas'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4463305606706434909</id><published>2009-06-05T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:17:10.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una época de cosas sin explicación</title><content type='html'>cuando nada cierra...&lt;br /&gt;cuando mirás para atrás y no ves el comienzo&lt;br /&gt;cuando extrañás esas sensaciones alegres que llenaban tu espíritu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando pensás en todo y no encontrás sentido alguno a lo que pasó... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no entendés nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4463305606706434909?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4463305606706434909/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4463305606706434909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4463305606706434909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4463305606706434909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/una-epoca-de-cosas-sin-explicacion.html' title='Una época de cosas sin explicación'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2610300950289841499</id><published>2009-06-04T10:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:26:58.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNDIDO!</title><content type='html'>Leyendo una historia de amor hace unos días, encontré que un periodista definió nuestra época como "&lt;em&gt;tiempos de relaciones líquidas y frustraciones rápidas&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y tiene razón...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2610300950289841499?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2610300950289841499/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2610300950289841499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2610300950289841499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2610300950289841499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/hundido.html' title='HUNDIDO!'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-825083517576261039</id><published>2009-06-03T02:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:43:00.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La gran cena</title><content type='html'>de los tontos....seguramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo plato: DE NADIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABELO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-825083517576261039?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/825083517576261039/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=825083517576261039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/825083517576261039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/825083517576261039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-gran-cena.html' title='La gran cena'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-7548228824929582110</id><published>2009-06-02T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:33:01.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Olvido selectivo,&lt;br /&gt;memoria perdida..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué poder de tergiversación que tengo!&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera dejar de pensar, y empezar a entender lo que siento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-7548228824929582110?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/7548228824929582110/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=7548228824929582110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7548228824929582110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/7548228824929582110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/rememorar.html' title='Rememorar'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3445446021448498312</id><published>2009-06-01T16:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:44:16.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin ganas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 semanas sin vernos.&lt;br /&gt;1 semana sin hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Tus ganas siguen sin venir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto tiempo haría que habias perdido las ganas y lo callaste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue un momento de revelación mágica lo que hizo que quieras borrarme para siempre de tu enredada mente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para qué me prometiste algo que no ibas a darme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qué abriste un espacio del que, luego, ibas a  echarme como una intrusa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que me ofreciste un cariño que pensabas arrebatarme con tanta crueldad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué te pasa? que pasó?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánta maldad, porque me niego a pensarte una víctima en todo esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánta locura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho dolor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yo no quiero cobardes&lt;br /&gt;que me hagan sufrir &lt;br /&gt;mejor le digo adios&lt;br /&gt;a tu boca...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3445446021448498312?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3445446021448498312/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3445446021448498312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3445446021448498312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3445446021448498312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/06/sin-ganas.html' title='Sin ganas'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1098154871022512509</id><published>2009-05-27T12:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:45:01.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperazada</title><content type='html'>Esta publicidad, me da esperanza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da ganas de no reprimir nada de lo que siento y de vivir mi vida al máximo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa que, definitivamente, no estoy haciendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvDUVsfXI1A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IvDUVsfXI1A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1098154871022512509?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1098154871022512509/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1098154871022512509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1098154871022512509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1098154871022512509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/esperazada.html' title='Esperazada'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-9011245329931068786</id><published>2009-05-26T00:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:17:03.475-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superarse</title><content type='html'>Esta publicidad está entre las que me más me hacen reflexionar acerca de mi vida. Me siento tan identificada...y mueve algo muy adentro mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBTxHNY_0Fk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBTxHNY_0Fk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a veces me canso de correr todo el tiempo atrás de algo, y al conseguirlo, darme cuenta que no es ni remotamente como lo soñé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-9011245329931068786?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/9011245329931068786/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=9011245329931068786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/9011245329931068786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/9011245329931068786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Superarse'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2257073268757719209</id><published>2009-05-25T14:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:06:08.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puufffes</title><content type='html'>OK me cansé.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tengas ganas de compartir algo conmigo, vemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way&lt;br /&gt;I wish you luck but I've got other things to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2257073268757719209?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2257073268757719209/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2257073268757719209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2257073268757719209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2257073268757719209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/puufffes.html' title='Puufffes'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-2446186394017268731</id><published>2009-05-22T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:54:20.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insegura de repente</title><content type='html'>Qué pasa con todo esto?&lt;br /&gt;Íbamos a algún lugar y de repente ya no? Fue sólo una ilusión mía? Te asustó algo?&lt;br /&gt;O capaz tuve que ver en el boicot: sí, me da miedo enamorarme de alguien que tiene todo a la mano, que le "llueven" las alternativas...&lt;br /&gt;Ayyy no entiendo y estoy tan incómoda en esta situación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(y no estoy tan segura de poder enamorarte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que antiguo me parece que pidas&lt;br /&gt;algo serio de mi&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que nos empezó a gustar&lt;br /&gt;Te da miedo enamorarte perdida&lt;br /&gt;y locamente de mi&lt;br /&gt;Sabiendo que también me gustan las demás&lt;br /&gt;Me da igual que te sea indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Ya caerás en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Insegura de repente,&lt;br /&gt;a dónde pensás que podes ir?&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que nos acercábamos a algo&lt;br /&gt;Me da igual que te sea indiferente&lt;br /&gt;Ya caerás en mis brazos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-2446186394017268731?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/2446186394017268731/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=2446186394017268731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2446186394017268731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/2446186394017268731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/insegura-de-repente.html' title='Insegura de repente'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5382351888489457729</id><published>2009-05-21T09:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:47:57.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi finde</title><content type='html'>Y a mi me agarran ganas de llorar...&lt;br /&gt;y no tengo consuelo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5382351888489457729?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5382351888489457729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5382351888489457729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5382351888489457729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5382351888489457729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-finde.html' title='Mi finde'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5342693878737018892</id><published>2009-05-15T15:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:27:18.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustos</title><content type='html'>No me gusta sentir que dependo de alguien,&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta sentir limitaciones a la hora de expresarme,&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta no saber cómo reaccionás---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que me sorprendas, que me muestres otras realidades, descubrir otras maneras de vivir, de salir, de tratarnos.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustás vos... y mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da miedo, todo junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me gustas tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quisiera aprenderme tu nombre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me gustas tanto que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sé por donde voy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me gusta verte reír&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me gusta tanto tu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tengo una idea, no me hables de ti y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mucho menos de tu pasado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La alegría llegó&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y sé que no dura para siempre.&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/33816731-5342693878737018892?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5342693878737018892/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5342693878737018892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5342693878737018892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5342693878737018892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/gustos.html' title='Gustos'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Los test no son nada científico. Y muchas veces se pueden manipular las respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero esta vez lo hice inocentemente y salió algo que vendría a confirmar mi sospecha...lo que me temía: Estoy enredada en una telaraña complicada. Sentir que vale la pena el momento que comparto, aunque el precio que pague para conseguirlo sea muy alto .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué onda? Qué tipo de masoquismo es?&lt;br /&gt;una dulce condena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Estas con una persona que sabes que te hace mal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pero cuando estas con ella/el te chupa un huevo todo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y disfrutas de ese momento unico entre los dos ... y Esta Perfecto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(Así dice el resultado del test!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que toco un poco fondo,&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que el tiempo vuela,&lt;br /&gt;Un recuerdo (mas que) pasajero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Otra ilusión que llega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada corazón merece una oportundidad&lt;br /&gt;Y esta perdida sola en medio de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Soy el que lo piensa por los dos,&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que sale el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada sensación o sentir vulgar,&lt;br /&gt;Una sola cosa, un solo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Un recuerdo más que pasajero,&lt;br /&gt;Sera como empezar otra vez de cero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cada corazón merece una oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y esta perdida sola en medio de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Soy el que lo piensa por los dos,&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que sale el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No importa el problema, no importa la solución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me quedo con lo poco que queda, entero en el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los problemas, no existe otra explicación,&lt;br /&gt;Esta (si) es una dulce condena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-552345245760799235?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/552345245760799235/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=552345245760799235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/552345245760799235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/552345245760799235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/dulce-condena.html' title='Dulce Condena'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-564508487195648701</id><published>2009-05-12T17:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:33:36.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I de Incompleto</title><content type='html'>Y resulta que para mi psiquis, 1+1=1.&lt;br /&gt;O capaz que el problema es que yo no me siento 1, sino 1/2, o una especie de ser incompleto (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que estoy buscando mi otra mitad, mi media naranja, mi costilla de adán....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tema del complemento y el suplemento, que vengas a sumar, sin convertirte en una condición "sine qua non" de mi felicidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"No te nececisto para respirar, te quiero para que compartamos el aire", &lt;/span&gt;o algo así, me han dicho.&lt;br /&gt;Igual, después de la bapuleada que me comí en la sesión de terapia, tuve una de esas noches que quisiera recordar para siempre (y/o que se repitan más seguido, por las dudas que me olvide!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-564508487195648701?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/564508487195648701/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=564508487195648701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/564508487195648701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/564508487195648701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-de-incompleto.html' title='I de Incompleto'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-8555116407465244084</id><published>2009-05-11T17:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:49:57.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversia</title><content type='html'>Me encuentro todo el tiempo peleando entre dos extremos...&lt;br /&gt;Un poquito bipolar? Capaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del hartazgo a la compasión,&lt;br /&gt;la sonrisa que oculta un enojo feroz,&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas infinitas de alejarme se confunden con extrañarte a mas no poder, a desear que seas vos cuando suena el teléfono.&lt;br /&gt; mis intentos inútiles de poner límites a una situación que no es lo que soñé...&lt;br /&gt;En fin, todo mezclado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el fin de semana estas dos muchachas me cantaron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dont want to be the filler if the void is solely yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're a very big boy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dont want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey what are you hungry for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dont want to be the glue that holds your pieces together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be too late when the smoke clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I, I am still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8555116407465244084?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8555116407465244084/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8555116407465244084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8555116407465244084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8555116407465244084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/controversia.html' title='Controversia'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-5959895987250286377</id><published>2009-05-08T10:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:49:13.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres</title><content type='html'>Esta canción de Café Tacuba es LA canción que me hace acordar a vos...&lt;br /&gt;Hablar el otro dia hizo que me de cuenta todo lo que te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Pero obvio que no extraño los momentos que estuvimos mal:&lt;br /&gt;no extraño la falta de proyectos, el desinterés del último tiempo, lo despreciada /menospreciada que me sentía al lado tuyo... extraño lo familiar que era todo, lo fácil que nos entendíamos con las miradas o con algunas pocas palabras. Extraño los momentos en que sentía que tocaba el cielo con las manos, sólo porque vos y yo estabamos juntos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eres lo que mas quiero en este mundo, eso eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mi pensamiento mas profundo, también eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tan sólo dime lo que hago, aquí me tienes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eres cuando despierto lo primero, eso eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lo que a mi vida le hace falta si no vienes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lo único, preciosa, que mi mente habita hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Qué mas puedo decirte, tal vez puedo mentirte sin razón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pero lo que hoy siento es que sin ti estoy muerto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pues eres lo que mas quiero en este mundo, eso eres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eres el tiempo que comparto, eso eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lo que la gente promete cuando se quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mi salvación, mi esperanza y mi fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Soy el que quererte quiere como nadie soy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;el que te llevaría el sustento día a día, día a día,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;el que por ti daría la vida, ese soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aquí estoy a tu lado y espero aquí sentado hasta el final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No te has imaginado lo que por ti he esperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pues eres lo que yo amo en este mundo, eso eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cada minuto en lo que pienso, eso eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lo que más cuido en este mundo, eso eres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño la época en que vos me decias que esta canción era tal cual lo que vos sentías por mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Y ahora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5959895987250286377?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5959895987250286377/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5959895987250286377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5959895987250286377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5959895987250286377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/eres.html' title='Eres'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1861443577759934290</id><published>2009-05-07T14:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:13:05.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mezclado</title><content type='html'>Lo bueno no resultó tan bueno y lo malo ya no parece esa nube negra que ensombrece todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me confundí? Apuré todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi visión de hace poco más de un mes, era todo un espejismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy bajo efectos de la nostalgia o la perplejidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empiezo a sospechar que me equivoqué... y me da miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Demasido tarde, chiquita" pienso ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No hay retorno, ya me subí a otro barco."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1861443577759934290?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1861443577759934290/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1861443577759934290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1861443577759934290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/1861443577759934290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-mezclado.html' title='Todo mezclado'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4747030202014538019</id><published>2009-05-06T14:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:16:01.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muchacha de ojos tristes</title><content type='html'>Sí, ando con los ojos tristes por miedo a que mis presentimientos se hagan realidad. Me siento vulnerable, expuesta, siento que mis cartas están tan a la vista...tan  estúpidamente obvia.&lt;br /&gt;Ando triste por vergüenza de mi capacidad de autoagresion: los gramitos, las lastimaduras, las uñas comidas, el pelo chuzo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en medio de este estado nostálgico y temeroso, me doy cuenta que es muy simple lo que me pasa, que sólo necesito algo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“…lo que yo quiero, corazón cobarde, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es que mueras por mí.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4747030202014538019?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4747030202014538019/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4747030202014538019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4747030202014538019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4747030202014538019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/muchacha-de-ojos-tristes.html' title='Muchacha de ojos tristes'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-3514734667759446633</id><published>2009-05-05T11:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:59:13.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Demente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ojala que no,  pero tengo el presentimiento de que se está desmoronando todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estoy un poco harto de entrar en tus juegos de mente&lt;br /&gt;otra nube gris se aproxima y yo sé,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto le temes que al fin sucede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te es más fácil no creer en nada ni en nadie&lt;br /&gt;negación de tu parte&lt;br /&gt;ya estoy haciendo planes sin vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida dura un salto, quedarse, una muerte segura&lt;br /&gt;este era el momento y lo echaste a perder&lt;br /&gt;tanto le temes que al fin sucede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que necesitas es una duda razonable&lt;br /&gt;para mostrarte tu deseo basta con prohibírtelo un poco&lt;br /&gt;Tanto lo deseas que al fin sucedetanto le temes&lt;br /&gt;que al fin sucede&lt;br /&gt;al fin sucede&lt;br /&gt;al fin sucede..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-3514734667759446633?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/3514734667759446633/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=3514734667759446633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3514734667759446633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/3514734667759446633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/demente.html' title='Demente!'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-8867794338670886752</id><published>2009-05-04T17:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:40:35.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Million dollar baby</title><content type='html'>Lo que lloré anoche con esta peli... impresentable!&lt;br /&gt;Ojos rojos anoche, hinchados a la mañana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescato esta frase para no olvidarla nunca más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes the best way to deliver a punch is to step back...&lt;br /&gt;But step back too far and you ain't fighting at all "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-8867794338670886752?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/8867794338670886752/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=8867794338670886752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8867794338670886752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/8867794338670886752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/million-dollar-baby.html' title='Million dollar baby'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-4344166381155938708</id><published>2009-05-01T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:19:00.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A través de tus ojos</title><content type='html'>Yo me transformo en agua &lt;br /&gt;sólo por subir al cielo y&lt;br /&gt;volver  a caer en tus ojos &lt;br /&gt;lo haría una y otra vez &lt;br /&gt; Por este sol &lt;br /&gt;quemaría mis días &lt;br /&gt;por este sol &lt;br /&gt;te entrego toda mi vida.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastará  sólo con verte &lt;br /&gt;bastará  ver tu cielo de frente &lt;br /&gt;bastará  sólo con verte  bastará &lt;br /&gt;ver tu cielo de frente  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya vivi en tus tierras &lt;br /&gt;fuimos perros sin saberlo bien &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a través de tus ojos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lo escucho una y otra vez  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por este sol  quemaría mis días &lt;br /&gt;por este sol  te entrego toda mi vida  &lt;br /&gt;Bastará  sólo con verte &lt;br /&gt;bastará  ver tu cielo de frente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-4344166381155938708?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/4344166381155938708/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=4344166381155938708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4344166381155938708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/4344166381155938708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/2009/05/traves-de-tus-ojos.html' title='A través de tus ojos'/><author><name>Lauriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08947607891559965104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4548/3717/1600/anime1.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33816731.post-1952860187952647301</id><published>2009-04-30T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:55:56.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Consentimiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sé si es amor... no sé si llegamos a algún lugar, o si acaso vamos hacia algún lugar. Quisiera no racionalizar todo, y relajarme. Disfrutarlo. Dejarme enamorar, permitir que me mimes, me cuides y me acompañes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para enamorarme, definitivamente, no necesito tu consentimiento.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sólo que no te espantes, que no salgas corriendo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No me des permiso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no me adviertas no poder &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con tus compromisos y tu ayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No nos conocemos tanto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no hemos compartido todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera tenemos amigos en común.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para enamorarme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no necesito tu consentimiento &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dame un solo beso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que dure más que una mentira. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nena, Algo me intriga mucho&lt;br /&gt;de eso presumo saber&lt;br /&gt;y si acaso curtimos&lt;br /&gt;sé que nos vamos a entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá esto se me pase mañana&lt;br /&gt;porque así no es el amor... ya lo sé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1952860187952647301?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1952860187952647301/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=1952860187952647301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fin&lt;br /&gt;ya se que es&lt;br /&gt;no poder controlar&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sientes que estan&lt;br /&gt;completamente agotados&lt;br /&gt;no entiendes por qué&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes o después&lt;br /&gt;debería intentarlo&lt;br /&gt;someterme a su hechizo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olvidando mentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en otro nivel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no querer recordar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni siquiera el pasado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sientes que está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;completamente agotado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y no entiendes porqué&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos de esta habitación&lt;br /&gt;al espacio exterior&lt;br /&gt;se nublan los ojos&lt;br /&gt;todo de un mismo color&lt;br /&gt;mientras todo da igual,&lt;br /&gt;mientras todo da igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganar o perdersé que nunca me importa&lt;br /&gt;lo que embruja es el riesgo&lt;br /&gt;y no donde ir&lt;br /&gt;y subes a otro nivel&lt;br /&gt;y no puedes llegar&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera a tocarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sientes que estas&lt;br /&gt;completamente agotado&lt;br /&gt;no entiendes por qué&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vámonos...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras vámonos...&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora vámonos...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras vámonos...9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCUCHANDO CATUPECU A LA MAÑANA..&lt;br /&gt;GLORIOSO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-1495606864468557815?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/1495606864468557815/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>Si algo callé&lt;br /&gt;fue porque entendí todo...&lt;br /&gt;menos la distancia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-5933792694754706405?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/5933792694754706405/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=5933792694754706405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5933792694754706405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/5933792694754706405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no te llenes de calma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no reserves del mundo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sólo un rincón tranquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dejes caer lo párpados&lt;br /&gt;pesados como juicios&lt;br /&gt;no te quedes sin labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no te duermas sin sueño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no te pienses sin sangre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; no te juzgues sin tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si pese a todo&lt;br /&gt;no puedes evitarlo&lt;br /&gt; congelas el jubilo&lt;br /&gt;y quieres con desgana&lt;br /&gt;y te salvas ahora&lt;br /&gt;y te llenas de calma&lt;br /&gt;y reservas del mundo&lt;br /&gt;sólo un rincón tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;y dejas caer los párpados&lt;br /&gt;pesados como juicios&lt;br /&gt;y te secas sin labios&lt;br /&gt;y te duermes sin sueño&lt;br /&gt;y te piensas sin sangre&lt;br /&gt;y te juzgas sin tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y te quedas inmóvil&lt;br /&gt;al borde del camino&lt;br /&gt;y te salvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entonces &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no te quedes conmigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33816731-675811861328950191?l=noson-horas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noson-horas.blogspot.com/feeds/675811861328950191/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33816731&amp;postID=675811861328950191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/675811861328950191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33816731/posts/default/675811861328950191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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