<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460</id><updated>2009-10-19T10:18:27.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mary</title><subtitle type='html'>hay un lado que pocos conocen de ti, y que a veces tan sólo descubres en cualquier momento y perfeccionas...mi lado es  el arte de las letras..medio de canalizacion de mis sentimientos impresos en simples palabras pero profundas , muy interno. si bien me cuesta mirar a los ojos expresando lo que siento, lo hago por medio de mis manos y corazón...que no todos pueden captar sino ante ojos que saben ver desde adentro.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-921195866353018810</id><published>2009-05-24T18:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:51:03.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ven, te necesito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/ShnNwArn9OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qQ0TJkty4nA/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/ShnNwArn9OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qQ0TJkty4nA/s200/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339525057924822242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ven te necesito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; para que le des sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; a este corazon que no encuentra reposo si no es contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Llegaste de dueño en un día&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando la vida me empezaba a sonreir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; y todo iba muy bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Me di la media vuelta y dije&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; no necesito de ti ahora ven despues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi vida seguiré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;y cuando yo te di la espalda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; mi corazon por tí de sed se marchitó&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me convencí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; que nada importa en la vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si tu no estas junto a mi&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ven te necesito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; para que le des sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; a este corazon que no encuentra reposo si no es contigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Las sombras de la noche vienen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;estoy cansado de vagar lejos de ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; quiero descanzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquello que seguí al dejarte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; fue un espejismo de dolor y confusion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedo mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando yo te di la espalda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; mi corazon por ti de sed se marchitó&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me convencí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nada importa en la vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; si tu no estas junto a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(por eso ven&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ven te necesito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; para que le des sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a este corazon que no encuentra reposo si no es contigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que dolido estoy sin ti Señor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso de tu amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; en mi caminar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava mis culpas mi maldad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; quiero yo habitar cerca de tu altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(por eso&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Ven te necesito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; para que le des sentido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a este corazon que no encuentra reposo si no es contigo)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;es una muy linda canción ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-921195866353018810?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/921195866353018810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=921195866353018810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value='02051211319758965613'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-1687965062041625132</id><published>2008-12-05T22:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:37:05.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gothic love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/STnks1BMilI/AAAAAAAAAI4/72zMOPMKuoM/s1600-h/GothLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/STnks1BMilI/AAAAAAAAAI4/72zMOPMKuoM/s200/GothLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276499897238719058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             Esta noche será la última vez que veas rastro de mí, he decidido partir en tu ausencia, he encontrado un camino…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una luz me ha iluminado desde  el cielo…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que recuerdes los momentos más vivos como la primera vez que se vivieron..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero que las flores de mi sepulcro estén llenas de vida y todo lo que lo rodee…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recuerda los días cuando había niebla, cuando el frió nos envolvía y tu calor rozaba mis pasionales labios fríos y que cobraban vida... después de ser inertes, tiesos como el fierro…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recuerda cuando llegamos al punto mas alto de nuestro romance, mi frió penetro tu cuerpo y tu te congelaste  pero a la vez me lleno de un fuego interno…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mirada pálida de mi rostro dentro de las rejas cuando tú pasaste por primera vez y te estremeciste…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recuérdame como la persona que más te amo desde las vacías entrañas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Y con la cual viviste algo casi sobre terrenal…que nunca imaginaste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi cuerpo yacía haces años sobre la tierra, pero mi alma fue la que te quiso  y la que vagaba en tu búsqueda…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahora no busques entre la tierra, sólo encontraras calcio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No vagues por los mismos lugares que recorrimos…Huye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No me reflejes en otros rostros…ni vivas con mi imagen, sólo mantenme al margen…quiero que no me olvides si regresas al pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y ahora  quédate con el último  recuerdo de aquel compacto abrazo de invierno y el aroma desfallecido de mi cuerpo que quedara impregnado junto con las rosas en un jardín…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahora solo, espero verte cuando tú ya hayas ascendido hacia el celeste…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-1687965062041625132?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/1687965062041625132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=1687965062041625132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/1687965062041625132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/1687965062041625132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/12/gothic-love.html' title='gothic love...'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/STnks1BMilI/AAAAAAAAAI4/72zMOPMKuoM/s72-c/GothLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-8503152981665671364</id><published>2008-11-26T00:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:19:22.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SSy-EOrcbxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ImwypO6Y638/s1600-h/pinos_enamorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SSy-EOrcbxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ImwypO6Y638/s200/pinos_enamorados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272798243613077266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;les ha pasado que fijan la mirada en su rededor y todos parecen estar mas felices que uds?&lt;br /&gt;o que lo tienen todo y si les falta algo es porque no lo han buscado, pero lo tienen ahi...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraño, durante toda esta semana me ha pasado eso, siento que quiero tener tres cosas, pero que me cuesta conseguir, quizas simple para algunos, pero me ha echo mucha falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el Señor sabe porque sucede esto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ahora intentando superar esto que me carcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le pongo un 3 a esta semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta  por hoy,  no quiero más&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-8503152981665671364?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/8503152981665671364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=8503152981665671364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/8503152981665671364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/8503152981665671364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/11/les-ha-pasado-que-fijan-la-mirada-en-su.html' title='no se'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SSy-EOrcbxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ImwypO6Y638/s72-c/pinos_enamorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-5377206961707963541</id><published>2008-11-08T17:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:13:06.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Señor tuyo es mi corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24b134adc5d14ed9" 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title='Señor tuyo es mi corazón'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-1025160783729750255</id><published>2008-10-25T18:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:13:48.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>despiadada mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SQOVRBBJZOI/AAAAAAAAAII/dXHrbwzCaOE/s1600-h/S5036608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SQOVRBBJZOI/AAAAAAAAAII/dXHrbwzCaOE/s200/S5036608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261212909262431458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mentira, mentira que se tranformo en dolor despues de un juego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;la mentira que nos salva del momento nos hace caer mas fuerte por efecto&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdona por mentirte, perdona porque me costo decirte la verdad a esa hora de la tarde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentira,&lt;br /&gt;que ahora me torturas y no me dejas soñar &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;cada vez que mis ojos estan fijos ante un crucifijo siento que he pecado,&lt;br /&gt;mis brazos desaparecen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; perdona por las noches, por aquel dia bajo la lluvia,por finjir ante una situacion que me desbordaba pero a la vez la contenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;mentira, por que has permitido que ahora un sueño se borre?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; porque llegaste sabiendo que provocabas una maldad y traerias tus consecuencias?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; nada me libra del pesar, pero el dia que te descubran ya todo cambiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;hoy sólo me di cuenta de lo que eres realmente y lo que me esperara el dia de mañana,&lt;br /&gt;solo por la discreta mentira&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;quizas ya no tendre mas vuelta que dar y despojarme de todo lo que me pertenece en esta  vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-1025160783729750255?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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worm&lt;br /&gt;That flies in the night,&lt;br /&gt;In the howling storm,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Has found out thy bed&lt;br /&gt;Of crimson joy:&lt;br /&gt;And his dark secret love&lt;br /&gt;Does thy life destroy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;by william blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-2521341247345958578?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/2521341247345958578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=2521341247345958578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/2521341247345958578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/2521341247345958578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-rose.html' title='the sick rose'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SPD5m0_V9NI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kp5Td93FI9o/s72-c/sickrose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-987813438297136637</id><published>2008-09-03T18:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:14:12.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"nadie dijo que es facil"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SL8UVMkPLXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VOOAzWGU6kw/s1600-h/zedfantasy01242xs7vx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SL8UVMkPLXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VOOAzWGU6kw/s200/zedfantasy01242xs7vx2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241930845665570162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;...nadie dijo que sería fácil soñar en grande y alcanzar un sueño,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nadie dijo que que seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; olvidar y perdonar sin que crujiera el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nadie dijo que que seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; aceptar la soledad y estar acompañado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nadie dijo que seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; hablar desde adentro y sin cerrar los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadie dijo que seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; despertar una mañana temprano y dormir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;después&lt;/span&gt; de las 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nadie dijo que seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; confiar en los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt; y en uno mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nadie dijo que seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; sanar heridas y crecer a la vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;todos sabemos que en esta vida nada nos llega sin que demos algo  a cambio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;todos sabemos que la vida tiene sus lados dulces y amargos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-987813438297136637?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/987813438297136637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=987813438297136637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/987813438297136637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/987813438297136637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/09/nadie-dijo-que-es-facil.html' title='&quot;nadie dijo que es facil&quot;'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SL8UVMkPLXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VOOAzWGU6kw/s72-c/zedfantasy01242xs7vx2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-6711281823923372508</id><published>2008-08-27T16:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:24:18.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weird day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SLW19YvESQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q6VkQO6C2bo/s1600-h/presentacion_ilustra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SLW19YvESQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q6VkQO6C2bo/s200/presentacion_ilustra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239293807731951874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...afuera llueve, pero llueve como nunca, se acerca septiembre pero aun sigue el mal clima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;no se que me pasa...hoy es un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; en el que no quiero pensar, no quiero caminar, no quiero comer, no quiero hablar, no quiero mirar,no quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, no quiero dormir y apenas se mueven mis manos para escribir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;desanimada, desmotivada, deprimida, decepcionada, desinteresada,distraida??? no lo se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;algo me dice que algo no anda bien. Existen solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; en el que el sentido de las cosas se pierden, pero no para siempre, la mente se cansa de pensar en tonteras y solo ganas de suspenderse en el aire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pero no se que pasa, es un sentimiento ajeno a mi persona, distanciado de mis ganas de vivir y seguir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arriesgandome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, distanciado del positivismo y la cualidad de no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;estresarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; frente a ninguna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;que pasa? o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; que le pasa a la gente que me rodea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;un estridente y grotesco  sonido acaba de ensordecer mis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oídos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-6711281823923372508?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/6711281823923372508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=6711281823923372508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/6711281823923372508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/6711281823923372508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-day.html' title='weird day'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SLW19YvESQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Q6VkQO6C2bo/s72-c/presentacion_ilustra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-399411980350882184</id><published>2008-08-14T23:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:57:00.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..sand in my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SKT-dy6IRpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eXlLCGhLoJk/s1600-h/dido_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SKT-dy6IRpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eXlLCGhLoJk/s200/dido_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234588454746605202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks away it feels like the world should've changed&lt;br /&gt;But I'm home now&lt;br /&gt;And things still look the same&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll leave it to tomorrow till unpack&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget for one more night&lt;br /&gt;That I'm back in my flat on the road&lt;br /&gt;Where the cars never stop going through the night&lt;br /&gt;To real life where I can't watch sunset&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I've still got sand in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And I can't shake the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;I shake it all, forget you&lt;br /&gt;Why, why would I want to&lt;br /&gt;I know we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's back to work down to sanitation&lt;br /&gt;should've run back ?? before I left here&lt;br /&gt;Try to Mama show her that I was happy here&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away&lt;br /&gt;From the road where the cars never stop going through the night&lt;br /&gt;To real life where I can't watch sunset&lt;br /&gt;And take my time&lt;br /&gt;Take up our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you again&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks away, all it takes to change in time around by falling&lt;br /&gt;I walked away and never said that I wanted to see again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-399411980350882184?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/399411980350882184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=399411980350882184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/399411980350882184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/399411980350882184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/08/sand-in-my-shoes.html' title='..sand in my shoes'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SKT-dy6IRpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eXlLCGhLoJk/s72-c/dido_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-8797610616118982597</id><published>2008-08-14T00:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:03:43.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u , and that´s all ..this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SKO774kLNuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NsSfOCmPItM/s1600-h/completelyloyalsq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SKO774kLNuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NsSfOCmPItM/s200/completelyloyalsq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234233829405439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;te extraño y no es un simple sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;no es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; de olvidar y salir a pasear una tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te extraño de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;, en un atardecer, antes de dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;te extraño porque una tarde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; visitarte pero no &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;estabas,&lt;br /&gt;te extraño porque hoy tome el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt; pero &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;no quise molestarte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;necesito paz, y la encuentro a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;necesito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt; y sabes que mi sonrisa es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ya no acudo a mis recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;hoy solo quiero sentir tu &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;presencia, lo que irradias, ver que me ocultan esos ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ver de cuanto me he perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hoy no quiero pensarte ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soñarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;de esos recursos me he cansado,&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;porque te extraño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kote&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-8797610616118982597?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/8797610616118982597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=8797610616118982597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/8797610616118982597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/8797610616118982597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-u-and-thats-all-this-feeling.html' title='i miss u , and that´s all ..this feeling'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SKO774kLNuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NsSfOCmPItM/s72-c/completelyloyalsq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-6874184742935457523</id><published>2008-08-02T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:58:47.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still I rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SJTYeTalLPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GtJaAJ2QMYI/s1600-h/mujer+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SJTYeTalLPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GtJaAJ2QMYI/s200/mujer+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230043082403425522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You may write me down in history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;With your bitter, twisted lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You may trod me in the very dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But still, like dust, I'll rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Does my sassiness upset you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why are you beset with gloom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pumping in my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just like moons and like suns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;With the certainty of tides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just like hopes springing high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Still I'll rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Did you want to see me broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bowed head and lowered eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shoulders falling down like teardrops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Weakened by my soulful cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Does my haughtiness offend you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't you take it awful hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Diggin' in my own back yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You may shoot me with your words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You may cut me with your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You may kill me with your hatefulness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But still, like air, I'll rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-6874184742935457523?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/6874184742935457523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=6874184742935457523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/6874184742935457523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/6874184742935457523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-i-rise.html' title='Still I rise'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SJTYeTalLPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GtJaAJ2QMYI/s72-c/mujer+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-3533206275564829709</id><published>2008-07-29T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:04:49.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SI-T1iTh-II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I7YuvToKMds/s1600-h/piopio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SI-T1iTh-II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I7YuvToKMds/s200/piopio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228560240351508610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-3533206275564829709?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/3533206275564829709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=3533206275564829709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3533206275564829709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3533206275564829709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_29.html' title='..'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SI-T1iTh-II/AAAAAAAAAHQ/I7YuvToKMds/s72-c/piopio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-1417966224330766678</id><published>2008-07-29T17:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:14:40.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;como olvidarlos, suelo recordar precisos momentos que me provocaron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, me libraron del aburrimiento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aparecían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; de la nada pero se han ido sin dejar rastro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hay amigos del tiempo, del año , de sólo mejores momentos..pero no son para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; son como planta que necesitan sol de hermosos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;, lluvia, y cuidado para que no se muera...algo tan mutuo que al final logra ser casi un complemento y un apoyo, a veces optan por los mismos colores, a veces sin tener &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt; se produce una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comunicacion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;telepática&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hoy se que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; en todos lados, es como encontrar un alfiler que se ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caído&lt;/span&gt; en el suelo, y si se encuentran cuesta conocerlos desde un principio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; hoy no se si creo en los amigos, pero si se que existe aun gente buena, gente que escucha, que mira mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; de lo que llevas puesto, gente de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; sincero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; quisiera pensar que aun lejos en la distancia existe el recuerdo, pero un dulce recuerdo, y si los veo pasar quisiera que reconocieran mis ojos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; agradecida me siento al pensar que pude contar con ellos alguna vez y no arrepentida de haber dado todo de mi, y haberles dejado mi cofre abierto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; agradecida porque puedo reconocerlos, y me he equivocado pocas veces, pero de esas pocas veces he aprendido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; pero ahora se que Dios ha sido mi más fiel amigo, ante todo el mejor regalo que este  amigo me ha entregado ha sido la fortaleza y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;armonía&lt;/span&gt; en mi interior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-1417966224330766678?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/1417966224330766678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=1417966224330766678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/1417966224330766678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/1417966224330766678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/07/amigos.html' title='amigos'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-5983586336017803548</id><published>2008-07-29T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:25:33.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la otra orilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SI-Kt-9pLsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cNUqY8XTbqE/s1600-h/conykot+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SI-Kt-9pLsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cNUqY8XTbqE/s200/conykot+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228550215000731330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; De lejos se apreciaba, el reflejo del sol sobre el calmado lago a esa hora de las 6 de la tarde y un eco de fondo, la voz de la abuela gritaba para que entrara a su casa. asi daba las 6 de cada tarde y sus pequeños pies corrian para ver el sol difuminarse en el agua hasta oscurecerse...se asomaba lo mas cerca, casi en la punta de un tronco retorcido y posado en el agua, pues imaginaba que le llevaria al otro lado de la orilla, las olas se movian lentamente pero el verde agua lo mareaba dando el aspecto de que realmente avanzaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; nada se comparaba con la sensacion de sentirse tranquilo, confiado y acompañado en aquella orilla del lago, el viento rosaba su redondo y pequeño rostro, desordenaba su cabello junto con un leve escalofrio del aire de orilla, pero en aquel momento nada le importaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; pasaron los años y nunca comprendió porque siempre desió estar alli donde sobraba el silencio tapando los oidos,el frio poco acogedor, donde no podia hacer mas que conectar sus sentidos...hoy su abuela no le llama para llegar a casa, puede estar el tiempo que desee cuando visite aquel lago de su infancia...sientiendo lo mismo hace 16 años atras, porque siempre espero a que su padre llegara desde la otra orilla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-5983586336017803548?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/5983586336017803548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=5983586336017803548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/5983586336017803548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/5983586336017803548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-otra-orilla.html' title='la otra orilla'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SI-Kt-9pLsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cNUqY8XTbqE/s72-c/conykot+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-7859239371163594337</id><published>2008-07-22T20:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:03:31.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando suelo cerrar mis ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SIaBx-MC6rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8I-B--aepYI/s1600-h/HPIM2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SIaBx-MC6rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8I-B--aepYI/s200/HPIM2735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226007113117133490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;alma que viaja a una tercera dimension&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  sueños predictorios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; ojos que al despertar dennotan tristes sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sueño con el alba y duermo con la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sueño despierta y sueño de cabeza tendida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;si un susurro escucho por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; las noches&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; al depertar es el angel que lo hace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; el rocio de invierno empapa mi rostro &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; y el calido verano reseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mi piel &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;solo cuando duermo mis sueños parecen concretarse &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; hundidos de esperanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;se arrojan las cartas del futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sueño cuando quiero pero a veces lucho ante las pesadillas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; paraiso, angeles ,amplio oceano, perfeccion &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; suelo ver cuando mis ojos tan solo se cierran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; selvas, demonios , desiertos&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; suelo ver cuando mis ojos poseen miedo al momento de cerrarse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; mi inconsciente desnuda mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a traves de los sueños veo lo real&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; mi otro yo se apodera y a veces hasta me ahoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; pero cuando mi alma se incorpora a mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; abro mis ojos y solo digo,  fue un sueño mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8146253205325911460-7859239371163594337?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/7859239371163594337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/7859239371163594337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/07/cuando-suelo-cerrar-mis-ojos.html' title='cuando suelo cerrar mis ojos'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SIaBx-MC6rI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8I-B--aepYI/s72-c/HPIM2735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-6300300889215616927</id><published>2008-07-05T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:45:47.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SG_danSgkFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nCoa2djAePI/s1600-h/Osito.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SG_danSgkFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nCoa2djAePI/s200/Osito.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219633942438645842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si puedes llorar ante la alegria mas intensa, podras sonreir ante el dolor mas profundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sino puedes expresar lo que sientes deja para el silente lenguaje de tus ojos la tarea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paisaje son tus ojos cuando se posan en ellos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es tu mundo de adentro el que puede cambiar tu mundo de afuera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mantén claras tus ideas en medio del desquicio, tal como al jazmín no ennegrece con su manto la noche mas oscura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new,courier;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las almas aladas no conocen las distancias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-6300300889215616927?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/6300300889215616927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=6300300889215616927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/6300300889215616927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/6300300889215616927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SG_danSgkFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nCoa2djAePI/s72-c/Osito.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-3841832388638791602</id><published>2008-06-24T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:38:52.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SGB56CjBj5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/oc9YSrW4a88/s1600-h/bodasdoro+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SGB56CjBj5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/oc9YSrW4a88/s200/bodasdoro+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215302406518181778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  hoy no respondere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-3841832388638791602?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/3841832388638791602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=3841832388638791602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3841832388638791602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3841832388638791602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_24.html' title='.'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SGB56CjBj5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/oc9YSrW4a88/s72-c/bodasdoro+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-5366397378146080765</id><published>2008-06-22T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:32:59.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lluvia de buenos deseos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SF7SyCbTcKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PAzdakhPzIY/s1600-h/image005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SF7SyCbTcKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PAzdakhPzIY/s200/image005.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214837175628296354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; "si tu quieres, tu puedes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-5366397378146080765?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/5366397378146080765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=5366397378146080765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/5366397378146080765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/5366397378146080765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/lluvia-de-buenos-deseos.html' title='lluvia de buenos deseos'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SF7SyCbTcKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PAzdakhPzIY/s72-c/image005.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-3547723731864652679</id><published>2008-06-18T14:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:22:45.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>en una  tarde de invierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFlZOSX1OqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mXxFIRXgGno/s1600-h/flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFlZOSX1OqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mXxFIRXgGno/s200/flame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213296145642896034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;" Desnuda se vio enfrentada ante  al espejo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;después&lt;/span&gt; de que alguien asalto su dignidad y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; quebranto todo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; el afecto que los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unía&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; aquel hombre que una vez entro golpeando su puerta, ahora salia torpemente, como un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ángel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poseído&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; destrozando  las alas que ella le creo contra todo lo que estaba a su paso; maleza, rabia  llevaba por &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; encima de sus hombros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; y en un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rincón&lt;/span&gt; de la casa ella ocultaba su rostro, intentando asimilar la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt; que antes no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cabía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; en su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;imaginación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; ni menos el rencor que acabo de nacer manchando sus recuerdos"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-3547723731864652679?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/3547723731864652679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=3547723731864652679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3547723731864652679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3547723731864652679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/en-una-tarde-de-invierno.html' title='en una  tarde de invierno'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFlZOSX1OqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mXxFIRXgGno/s72-c/flame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-3176676855465220529</id><published>2008-06-13T13:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:23:41.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFKsyOMVjCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/euZRSzbYav8/s1600-h/26ac6d1279d0fe27051a09abde8b67c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFKsyOMVjCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/euZRSzbYav8/s200/26ac6d1279d0fe27051a09abde8b67c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211417697624362018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subí&lt;/span&gt; la escalera sin notar mis pasos, un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frió&lt;/span&gt; que no se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sentía&lt;/span&gt; hace tiempo me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cubrió&lt;/span&gt; por completa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;mire hacia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt; a la vez con miedo, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt; nadie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt;...desde aquel momento me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; sola ya  hacia 1 año que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sucedía&lt;/span&gt; esto"...          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-3176676855465220529?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/3176676855465220529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=3176676855465220529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3176676855465220529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/3176676855465220529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_13.html' title='.....'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFKsyOMVjCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/euZRSzbYav8/s72-c/26ac6d1279d0fe27051a09abde8b67c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-2692671089358366074</id><published>2008-06-11T18:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:15:27.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFBpd26nJrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1QOJssCWsok/s1600-h/el-beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFBpd26nJrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1QOJssCWsok/s200/el-beso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210780730546136754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On earth together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's you and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has made us fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've really found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Will it stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The love you feel for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Will you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That you will be by my side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Until my life is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well in my mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can conquer the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In love you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and I, you and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;At least in my life    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've found someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That may not be here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But I found strength in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cause in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You will stay here always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In love you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;In my mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can conquer the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-2692671089358366074?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/2692671089358366074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=2692671089358366074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/2692671089358366074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/2692671089358366074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-and-i.html' title='you and I'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SFBpd26nJrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1QOJssCWsok/s72-c/el-beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-4624326792026948208</id><published>2008-06-09T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:31:59.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>el principe azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SE3Y4jbFZsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zrcoogmodXU/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SE3Y4jbFZsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zrcoogmodXU/s200/james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210058810030646978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;donde estas?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;un hombre perfecto, un hombre que admiras de pies a cabeza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;un hombre esbelto, de nariz perfecta, de sonrisa tierna, de ojos almendrados y claros, con mirada cautivante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; un hombre perfecto que puede ser todo a la vez, caballero, sexy, inteligente,tierno, acogedor, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;amigo,lider...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;un hombre con flores de dia y serenatas por las noches&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;aquel que no se cuestiona nuestros  comportamientos y no habla demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;aquel que no maldice al mundo cuando se enoja &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;y sabe decir siempre la verdad, ese principe que nos  defiende ante todo, nos busca,nos comprende en todos nuestros sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hombre experto en todas las materias desde cientificas a humanidades&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, un hombre que nos lleva a la cama sin darnos cuenta hasta despertar junto a el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;aquel señor perfecto que soñamos cuando niñas y que personificabamos en muñecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;aquel que nos hace soñar despierta y saltar de nervios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pero sólo se que existen en nuestro mundo copias baratas de aquel, pero para que los necesitamos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;el mundo seria demasiado aburrido y predecible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;quiero a un hombre con defectos, que sea tal cual es y que tan sólo diga siempre lo mucho que me quiere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-4624326792026948208?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/4624326792026948208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=4624326792026948208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/4624326792026948208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/4624326792026948208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-principe-azul.html' title='el principe azul'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UbFeprZfhec/SE3Y4jbFZsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zrcoogmodXU/s72-c/james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-4507030181983168300</id><published>2008-06-07T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:36:10.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"el amor viene a desordenarnos nuestros planes, volviendonos locos, para no volvernos locos con la rutina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;de tanta cordura"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said by christian  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-4507030181983168300?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/4507030181983168300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=4507030181983168300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/4507030181983168300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/4507030181983168300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146253205325911460.post-5247505463218679030</id><published>2008-06-06T01:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:05:28.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this´s not true</title><content type='html'>las coincidencias no existen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146253205325911460-5247505463218679030?l=justkote.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jk6ILZAaAMI&amp;feature=related' title='this´s not true'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/feeds/5247505463218679030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8146253205325911460&amp;postID=5247505463218679030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/5247505463218679030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8146253205325911460/posts/default/5247505463218679030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justkote.blogspot.com/2008/06/thiss-not-true.html' title='this´s not true'/><author><name>kote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449738997205457754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02051211319758965613'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>