<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680</id><updated>2011-11-22T10:23:13.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>GIRL CATASTROPHE WAITRESS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-157859736622651219</id><published>2011-11-02T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:31:58.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhGmdA_h_SA/TrHSPaUvpaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ffNZXXIsrdY/s1600/img062edi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhGmdA_h_SA/TrHSPaUvpaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ffNZXXIsrdY/s640/img062edi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si fuiste como eras ¿como sos? y si ahora ya cambiaste ¿como sos?.. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-157859736622651219?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/157859736622651219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/157859736622651219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/11/y-si-fuiste-como-eras-como-sos-y-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhGmdA_h_SA/TrHSPaUvpaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ffNZXXIsrdY/s72-c/img062edi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2447540640378234071</id><published>2011-10-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:33:32.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDJL6SIDQjw/TqdTja_minI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NINwpXYxMiI/s1600/img063edi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDJL6SIDQjw/TqdTja_minI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NINwpXYxMiI/s640/img063edi.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best not to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2447540640378234071?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2447540640378234071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2447540640378234071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/10/trying-my-best-not-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDJL6SIDQjw/TqdTja_minI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NINwpXYxMiI/s72-c/img063edi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3594464937604561799</id><published>2011-10-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:40:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-n7SL3-Bfg/To-oi8AtfAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7DBBK6AqszE/s1600/yoppp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-n7SL3-Bfg/To-oi8AtfAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7DBBK6AqszE/s640/yoppp.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas a dormir soñando, te vas a dormir llorando, te vas a dormir pensando en el amor que nos dan en el cine.. . Y al final la oscuridad no tiene olor, al final a nadie le interesa saber a donde vas a la salida, saber a donde vas y no hay salida, saber a donde vas a la salida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3594464937604561799?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3594464937604561799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3594464937604561799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-vas-dormir-sonando-te-vas-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-n7SL3-Bfg/To-oi8AtfAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/7DBBK6AqszE/s72-c/yoppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-4068696520330246305</id><published>2011-09-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:07:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todo terminó, todo comienza sin querer. Ganas de partir, ganas de estar para decir. Actuar en la pared, diálogo interno en la ciudad, renacer.. .&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy un lugar, vos un espacio encantador! El cielo siempre ve y es lo que ambienta la canción. Florecerá el amor en ese nido sin calor.. . renacer.&lt;br /&gt;Y si no existe más que un todo (si el sol no cambia más sus gamas)&lt;br /&gt;Si retumban esos coros, será que hay que cambiar la espera.&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir lo que es morir, y renacer.. . &lt;br /&gt;Solo en mi lugar, un desorden que habla por mi humor.. .&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estoy asi, siento a ese pájaro decir: obscura es la pared, presa del brillo de tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;Renacer. &lt;br /&gt;Y si no existe más que un todo (si el sol no cambia más sus gamas)&lt;br /&gt;Si retumban esos coros, será que hay que cambiar la espera.&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir lo que es morir, y renacer.. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-4068696520330246305?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4068696520330246305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4068696520330246305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/09/todo-termino-todo-comienza-sin-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-239214507409868700</id><published>2011-09-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:28:26.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPNAHhQeGOg/TmWtQI7dNmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bXMW5KXwXv8/s1600/mio+cuore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPNAHhQeGOg/TmWtQI7dNmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bXMW5KXwXv8/s640/mio+cuore.jpg" width="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;así veo el mundo tal como es: vacío de personas y lleno de vos, de vos, de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-239214507409868700?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/feeds/239214507409868700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=106892235094094680&amp;postID=239214507409868700' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/239214507409868700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/239214507409868700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/09/asi-veo-el-mundo-tal-como-es-vacio-de_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPNAHhQeGOg/TmWtQI7dNmI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bXMW5KXwXv8/s72-c/mio+cuore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8868718391745568979</id><published>2011-08-31T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:34:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_XyUMBtl4M/Tl7m2o8CSZI/AAAAAAAAATk/fPo3N6jcWDY/s1600/collage.jpg" style="clear: left; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="420" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646818391313871762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5FtXoAceP8/Tl2HaKVn85I/AAAAAAAAATc/xTIiwhPd-fM/s640/sky.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5FtXoAceP8/Tl2HaKVn85I/AAAAAAAAATc/xTIiwhPd-fM/s1600/sky.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Pon en practica tu ley-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-6949243796030118166?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6949243796030118166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6949243796030118166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/08/pon-en-practica-tu-ley.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5FtXoAceP8/Tl2HaKVn85I/AAAAAAAAATc/xTIiwhPd-fM/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-899468586021659472</id><published>2011-08-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:07:11.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="438" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645313026965987218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebBbyXBv3hE/TlguSbIxX5I/AAAAAAAAATU/1Q8rUfJja_o/s640/cortinas.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;La fe me hace verdadera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-899468586021659472?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/899468586021659472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/899468586021659472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-fe-me-hace-verdadera.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebBbyXBv3hE/TlguSbIxX5I/AAAAAAAAATU/1Q8rUfJja_o/s72-c/cortinas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-4138124605930217718</id><published>2011-06-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:56:38.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWnVkrNrX2I/TekbqvhAZEI/AAAAAAAAATM/lCvkzl7D1e8/s1600/robert%2B4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="420" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614048831617393730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWnVkrNrX2I/TekbqvhAZEI/AAAAAAAAATM/lCvkzl7D1e8/s640/robert%2B4.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWnVkrNrX2I/TekbqvhAZEI/AAAAAAAAATM/lCvkzl7D1e8/s1600/robert%2B4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Que lindo es saber que se juntaron y tocaron! Lo ideal seria que vuelvan a venir :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-4138124605930217718?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4138124605930217718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4138124605930217718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/06/que-lindo-es-saber-que-se-juntaron-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWnVkrNrX2I/TekbqvhAZEI/AAAAAAAAATM/lCvkzl7D1e8/s72-c/robert%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3239961771728680513</id><published>2011-05-28T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:06:04.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="492" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611827020510139938" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgZ4XH4cpHA/TeE28UJyFiI/AAAAAAAAATA/b0D2KNMmw4Y/s640/DSCN0222.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Selva, ruido de animales salvajes.&amp;nbsp;Así, masomenos es la realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3239961771728680513?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3239961771728680513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3239961771728680513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/05/selva-ruido-de-animales-salvajes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kgZ4XH4cpHA/TeE28UJyFiI/AAAAAAAAATA/b0D2KNMmw4Y/s72-c/DSCN0222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2100565995587196330</id><published>2011-05-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:16:09.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5AeCHhAuMA/TdazuZsdxHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vNmpSeCqI_s/s1600/aasajshkja%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608867995689272434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5AeCHhAuMA/TdazuZsdxHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vNmpSeCqI_s/s640/aasajshkja%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minimundo minimundo minimundo minimundo minimundo minimundo minimundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2100565995587196330?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2100565995587196330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2100565995587196330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/05/minimundo-minimundo-minumundo-minimundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5AeCHhAuMA/TdazuZsdxHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vNmpSeCqI_s/s72-c/aasajshkja%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-816792478847697441</id><published>2011-04-25T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:12:29.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leer, marcar, resaltador, amarillo flúor, páginas, unidades, capítulos, fotocopias, entregas, particular, tinta, lápiz.&lt;div&gt;"Todos tuvimos alguna vez algo para quemar, alguna historia, algún movimiento que se haya hecho mal".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-816792478847697441?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/816792478847697441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/816792478847697441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/04/leer-marcar-resaltador-amarillo-fluor.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2515851221123868680</id><published>2011-04-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:34:51.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_LtYukg044/TayXril33mI/AAAAAAAAASw/g_OUzEvFp28/s1600/saloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="506" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597015211190509154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_LtYukg044/TayXril33mI/AAAAAAAAASw/g_OUzEvFp28/s640/saloon.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;royectos, ideas, charlas, comer, boletos, caminar, besos, corazones, felicidad, viajes, colectivos, trenes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;"Y esa es una buena razón para empezar.. .de nuevo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; clear: left; color: black; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2515851221123868680?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2515851221123868680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2515851221123868680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/04/proyectos-ideas-corazones-felicidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_LtYukg044/TayXril33mI/AAAAAAAAASw/g_OUzEvFp28/s72-c/saloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5140101180292617897</id><published>2011-04-14T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:24:43.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puede ser que en unos días tu humor y tus sentimientos puedan cambiar, siempre lo tuve claro. &lt;div&gt;Pero cuando cambia en menos de unas horas, ya es un problema y grave. Al fin y al cabo sigo siendo la misma dubitativa de siempre (y eso me enerva de mí persona). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5140101180292617897?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5140101180292617897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5140101180292617897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/04/puede-ser-que-en-unos-dias-tu-humor-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6738414461476488421</id><published>2011-02-24T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:43:50.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="483" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577325856730877282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKAnCtyoiMc/TWakURcLjWI/AAAAAAAAASo/RsKlzbMv8OU/s640/2962963015_87925aebbc_z.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Me gusta la lluvia, pero el frente de mi casa muestra a la lluvia triste. Capas es porque en las calles ni en las veredas de mi barrio pasa gente continuamente. Sí señores, mi cuadra es una cuadra desolada con una fábrica y un arroyo en la esquina. Es triste, es no ambiental (no humano, diría yo) pero es mi lugar, mi cosas, mi casa, mi ventana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-6738414461476488421?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6738414461476488421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6738414461476488421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-gusta-la-lluvia-pero-el-frente-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hKAnCtyoiMc/TWakURcLjWI/AAAAAAAAASo/RsKlzbMv8OU/s72-c/2962963015_87925aebbc_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8713396831068470393</id><published>2011-02-23T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:14:14.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo más lindo de los fines de semana es que los paso con Lei, me encanta viajar en subte y tren y más si esta él. Además los fines de semana el subte no esta tan atascado de gente y podes sentir ese airecito que entra por las ventanas. De la mano, juntos, subiendo y bajando las escaleras, de día y de noche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8713396831068470393?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8713396831068470393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8713396831068470393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/02/lo-mas-lindo-de-los-fines-de-semana-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-1376145793822963815</id><published>2011-02-17T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:02:11.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ronnie Arias me alegra la tarde! (y la radio, ni hablar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-1376145793822963815?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1376145793822963815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1376145793822963815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/02/ronnie-arias-me-alegra-la-tarde-y-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5371497356635967907</id><published>2011-02-15T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:55:55.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leyendo la Ohlalá me di cuenta que me auto-convenzo de que los hombres siempre van hacer así. ¿Y qué se le va hacer? (diría mi mamá), yo pienso lo mismo, aunque tiendo a querer cambiar algunas actitudes de mis hombres allegados. Que se yo, ojalá algún día lo pueda bajar de mis pensamientos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5371497356635967907?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5371497356635967907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5371497356635967907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/02/leyendo-la-ohlala-me-di-cuenta-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5822548725128821661</id><published>2011-02-14T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:39:34.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiQkqo4u72k/TVmAwltM4rI/AAAAAAAAASg/hPZUemFB1oI/s1600/SEGUNDAS%2B%2528185asfa.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573627586091475634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiQkqo4u72k/TVmAwltM4rI/AAAAAAAAASg/hPZUemFB1oI/s640/SEGUNDAS%2B%2528185asfa.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es nuestro 4to San Valentin juntos, y siento muchas ganas de que estes conmigo todo el tiempo. ¿Qué más te puedo decir que no te haya dicho? Ah si! Que cada día se afirma más mi pensamiento de que te voy a elegir siempre, que mi corazón es tuyo, que mis risas son por tu causa.&lt;br /&gt;Y también creo que la canción "Wouldn't it be nice" resume todo lo que anhelamos. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5822548725128821661?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5822548725128821661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5822548725128821661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/02/este-es-nuestro-4to-san-valentin-juntos.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiQkqo4u72k/TVmAwltM4rI/AAAAAAAAASg/hPZUemFB1oI/s72-c/SEGUNDAS%2B%2528185asfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6828182056197428757</id><published>2011-02-11T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:41:54.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572448260947758130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP95d_asRJ8/TVVQK1MIzDI/AAAAAAAAARw/oGuKsSZSdvM/s640/014a.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;Desayunar escuchando la radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-6828182056197428757?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6828182056197428757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6828182056197428757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2011/02/desayunar-escuchando-la-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP95d_asRJ8/TVVQK1MIzDI/AAAAAAAAARw/oGuKsSZSdvM/s72-c/014a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3703229844438522082</id><published>2010-08-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:49:23.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509186597477470274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/THSQBX_80EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qtshA3IR8LI/s640/cats.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Quiero un día estar tirada en el pasto en estos días tan lindos que parecen de verano. Y ponerme remeras, polleras, musculosas, alpargatas, pintarme las uñas cada día de un color distinto.&amp;nbsp;Caer en el pasto con mi pelo, mis pies y mis manos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3703229844438522082?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3703229844438522082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3703229844438522082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiero-un-dia-estar-tirada-en-el-pasto.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/THSQBX_80EI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qtshA3IR8LI/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8455366498323282409</id><published>2010-08-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:01:53.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504374942173440834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/TGN32LLPK0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/37cL1REjtNs/s640/moto_0082.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="518" /&gt;I'm with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8455366498323282409?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8455366498323282409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8455366498323282409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/TGN32LLPK0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/37cL1REjtNs/s72-c/moto_0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-4983816676836670697</id><published>2010-07-09T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:08:48.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/TDfrx5HbJ_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/snm1F8deXb0/s1600/100_3317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="484" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492117512979687410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/TDfrx5HbJ_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/snm1F8deXb0/s640/100_3317.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;No podrás decir que no hice lo imposible por vos. Si sangre hasta morir. .. como un acto impredecible, pero siempre a cada paso que das, otro salto hacia el vacío será.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-4983816676836670697?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4983816676836670697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4983816676836670697'/><link 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S_S3_4vGyuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N4IJX5HqWTM/s640/-+(20).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;reina&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;de la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5055849296551402426?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5055849296551402426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5055849296551402426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S_S3_4vGyuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N4IJX5HqWTM/s72-c/-+(20).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2315945475963873962</id><published>2010-05-18T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:13:39.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472790300781339954" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S_NByFBGZTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ubsa4lI1f7g/s640/NIEVE+!+(33).jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;gris&lt;/span&gt;, color inmenso, ojas amarillas caen a mis pies.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2315945475963873962?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2315945475963873962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2315945475963873962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S_NByFBGZTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ubsa4lI1f7g/s72-c/NIEVE+!+(33).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-1344797178267461261</id><published>2010-05-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:38:28.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="519" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467245750154581714" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S9-PCwW6VtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LRKR_liuDEc/s640/moto_0060fasdf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansada de mi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cama&lt;/span&gt; y de hablar de vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-1344797178267461261?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1344797178267461261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1344797178267461261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S9-PCwW6VtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LRKR_liuDEc/s72-c/moto_0060fasdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-702055278330956827</id><published>2010-04-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:40:42.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462013629621076210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S8z4dQfoAPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h7PgGW1Mxm8/s640/100_2616.JPG" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="480" /&gt;Oh you pretty things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mes&lt;/span&gt; número &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;37 ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-702055278330956827?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/702055278330956827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/702055278330956827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_971.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S8z4dQfoAPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/h7PgGW1Mxm8/s72-c/100_2616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8559822932618077136</id><published>2010-04-15T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:42:40.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="491" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460542531499992162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S8e-gE74JGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qlWULR-GvNQ/s640/100_1898.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;I could be &lt;b&gt;dreaming.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8559822932618077136?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8559822932618077136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8559822932618077136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S8e-gE74JGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qlWULR-GvNQ/s72-c/100_1898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6515040517593221563</id><published>2010-04-02T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:44:19.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="535" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455748220947329298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S7a2GeWI8RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZaVzf8ryN3o/s640/moto_0164.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="640" /&gt;hundiendo mis pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-6515040517593221563?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6515040517593221563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6515040517593221563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/04/hundiendo-mis-pies_7781.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/S7a2GeWI8RI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZaVzf8ryN3o/s72-c/moto_0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2759004451011737618</id><published>2010-03-29T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:19:25.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rara, media perdida...&lt;br /&gt;intentando nosé muy bien que cosa .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2759004451011737618?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2759004451011737618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2759004451011737618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/rara-media-perdida.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2039319610179028540</id><published>2010-03-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:31:30.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Con una compañía super linda ! La rutina del sabado sí me gusta .&lt;br /&gt;Porque estoy con él, que en la semana super complicada no lo veo .&lt;br /&gt;Aunque ya pasaron como 3 años me sigue gustando compartir un &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heladito con él .&lt;br /&gt;Feliz !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2039319610179028540?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2039319610179028540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2039319610179028540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/con-una-compania-super-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5323675765844734953</id><published>2010-03-26T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:52:17.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Día de reajustes&lt;br /&gt;y re acomodar cosas para la semana que se viene empezar con todo .&lt;br /&gt;La ultima semanita de marzo empiezo con todo, prototipos, entregas&lt;br /&gt;y facultad .&lt;br /&gt;Hola rutina  (no te extrañé ni un poco) Hola vida de encierro .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5323675765844734953?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5323675765844734953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5323675765844734953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-de-reajustes-y-re-acomodar-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-342968008437959761</id><published>2010-03-25T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:28:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Martes, miercoles y jueves super lindos !&lt;br /&gt;Un martes de charla, un miercoles de sol y pasear a Alfonso,&lt;br /&gt;y un jueves merienda con chocolinas.&lt;br /&gt;Que mas puedo pedir? Super rico y alegre !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-342968008437959761?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/342968008437959761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/342968008437959761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/martes-miercoles-y-jueves-super-lindos.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-7662719658445584434</id><published>2010-03-23T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:34:06.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanecida, levantada y con desayuno con mucha mermelada !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoy me espera un día super con mi Lei y con mi Ye, a disfrutar !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lindas mañanitas sin levantarme temprano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-7662719658445584434?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7662719658445584434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7662719658445584434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/amanecida-levantada-y-con-desayuno-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-1237813000342096980</id><published>2010-03-22T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:04:49.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aburrida + &lt;strong&gt;dolor de&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cabeza &lt;/strong&gt;+ dolor de cuello .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-1237813000342096980?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1237813000342096980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1237813000342096980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/aburrida-dolor-de-cabeza-dolor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-4197667034869517365</id><published>2010-03-22T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:19:19.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que lindo un &lt;strong&gt;lunes &lt;/strong&gt;levantarse tarde y saber que tenes toda una semana asi.&lt;br /&gt;Lastima que la semana que viene empiezo la facu, trabajos, cursos, de todo...&lt;br /&gt;Que lindo saber que hay un &lt;strong&gt;feriado &lt;/strong&gt;de por medio en la &lt;strong&gt;semana&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Solo por hoy me queda tomar &lt;strong&gt;mates &lt;/strong&gt;ricos con yuyito !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-4197667034869517365?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4197667034869517365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4197667034869517365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-lindo-un-lunes-levantarse-tarde-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5568901124071424495</id><published>2010-03-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:51:50.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de lluvia&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Los detesto! y mas si viene acompañado de inundacion.. Hacen que no pueda ver a mi Lei!&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado hoy hice muchas cosas, merendar con pan casero, cortar y coser, &lt;strong&gt;linda rutina&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sería...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5568901124071424495?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5568901124071424495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5568901124071424495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-de-lluvia.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-1072809529167226262</id><published>2010-03-20T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:50:53.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Noche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desvelada&lt;/span&gt;, cansada y tengo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muchas&lt;/span&gt; ganas de salir .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-1072809529167226262?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1072809529167226262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1072809529167226262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2010/03/noche.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3480696228305963889</id><published>2008-12-04T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:26:53.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy &lt;/span&gt;es un día &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soleado&lt;/span&gt; pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt;, lo cual hace que duerma la&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; siesta&lt;/span&gt; (dormí la siesta)&lt;br /&gt;y que me levante a eso de las &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16:00&lt;/span&gt; p.m.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIENTO &lt;/span&gt;que estoy demás en&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; todas&lt;/span&gt; partes, solo&lt;br /&gt;siento mi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;esencia&lt;/span&gt; cuando estoy con leo. ¿Será que estoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;terminando&lt;/span&gt; una etapa? ¿Será&lt;br /&gt;que estoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;empezando&lt;/span&gt; una&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; etapa&lt;/span&gt;? No sé, pero ojala sea bueno y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;me genere &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;productividad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3480696228305963889?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3480696228305963889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3480696228305963889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoy-es-un-da-soleado-pero-fro-lo-cual.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-4078848430159340267</id><published>2008-10-12T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:50:35.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Digo tantas veces que si, digo algunas veces tal vez, digo raras veces que no, solo para no alejarme de vos.&lt;br /&gt;Y eso no me hace mejor, y eso no nos hace mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Un gran mogollón principal, una cura mas nociva que el mal.&lt;br /&gt;Mil lecciones de corazón, (por las dudas ya no hablamos de amor) Y eso no me hace mejor, y eso no nos hace mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Y a la orilla del mar, viene y se va.&lt;br /&gt;No se porque recordé, lo que se debe olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Dije mil veces o.k, y siempre vuelve a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;No se porque, vuelve a empezar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-4078848430159340267?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4078848430159340267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4078848430159340267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/10/digo-tantas-veces-que-si-digo-algunas.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2936909806797715384</id><published>2008-10-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:40:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuantas cosas me hacen mal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2936909806797715384?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2936909806797715384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2936909806797715384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuantas-cosas-me-hacen-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2524264335417512402</id><published>2008-09-16T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:16:46.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivo encerrada en palabras que obvie (las que nunca pude decirte con mi voz).&lt;br /&gt;Y tan tarde resigne mi profunda estupidez... &lt;br /&gt;Y los fríos y la luz, y las noches y el dolor, antes de cegarme preguntaste quién era yo...&lt;br /&gt;Los jueces que juzgaron mi interior...&lt;br /&gt;Las horas que cuide tu vanidad...&lt;br /&gt;Los días que supimos la verdad...&lt;br /&gt;La sangre que jamás podré olvidar...&lt;br /&gt;Los días que no compartí tu sol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2524264335417512402?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2524264335417512402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2524264335417512402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/vivo-encerrada-en-palabras-que-obvie.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-1255428210585137255</id><published>2008-09-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:11:12.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentir solo ansiedad...&lt;br /&gt;Armarme de tanto despojar.&lt;br /&gt;Fijo el rumbo y vuelvo a naufragar (me replico así).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-1255428210585137255?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1255428210585137255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1255428210585137255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/sentir-solo-ansiedad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5039559256588398553</id><published>2008-09-16T22:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:09:26.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan cautiva tu ingenuidad... ♥</title><content type='html'>Por ingenua a tu seducción: mi pared se desvaneció.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5039559256588398553?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5039559256588398553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5039559256588398553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/tan-cautiva-tu-ingenuidad.html' title='Tan cautiva tu ingenuidad... ♥'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8550858625346068564</id><published>2008-09-16T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:07:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si te miro no me veo más...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8550858625346068564?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8550858625346068564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8550858625346068564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/si-te-miro-no-me-veo-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2912102841425613963</id><published>2008-09-16T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:07:03.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puedo evitar que se seque el asfalto bajo mis zapatos. &lt;br /&gt;No puedo logar que se borren del todo las huellas, los pasos...&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero luchar!&lt;br /&gt;(no pienso olvidarlo...)&lt;br /&gt;Y tardo en mutar...&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo voy hacer para vivir, para seguir, para existir, para sentir (si no hago más que morir)?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo voy hacer para gritar, para decir, para cantar, para llorar (si no hago más que callar)?&lt;br /&gt;Si no hago más que callar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2912102841425613963?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2912102841425613963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2912102841425613963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/puedo-evitar-que-se-seque-el-asfalto.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6311161908062105653</id><published>2008-09-15T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:31:34.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROTÉGE MOI</title><content type='html'>C’est le malaise du moment. L'épidémie qui s’étend, la fête est finie on descend, les pensées qui glacent la raison.&lt;br /&gt;Paupières baissées, visages gris, surgissent les fantômes de notre lit. On ouvre le loquet de la grille, du taudis qu’on appelle maison.&lt;br /&gt;Protège-moi protège-moi, protège-moi protège-moi, protège-moi de mes désirs.&lt;br /&gt;Sommes-nous les jouets du destin? Souviens-toi des moments divins. Glanant éclatés au matin, Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer. Et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls, perdus les rêves de s'aimer. Le temps où on avait rien fait, Il nous reste toute une vie pour pleurer, et maintenant nous sommes tout seuls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-6311161908062105653?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6311161908062105653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6311161908062105653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/protge-moi.html' title='PROTÉGE MOI'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6467034983770459543</id><published>2008-09-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:28:46.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He venido a nacer y crecer, no por casualidad, y se me ha vuelto tan personal que no es morir y nada mas... Y por alguna razón, donde voy es tan difícil llegar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-6467034983770459543?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6467034983770459543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6467034983770459543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-venido-nacer-y-crecer-no-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2055610025880926051</id><published>2008-09-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:23:38.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You and me... We used to be together, everyday together (always). I really feel... That I'm losing my best friend. I can't believe this could be the end.&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go (and if it's real, well I don't want to know).&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak. I know just what you're saying. So please stop explaining. Don't tell me cause it hurts. Don't speak. I know what you're thinking. I don't need your reasons. Don't tell me cause it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Our memories (well, they can be inviting)... But some are altogether mighty frightening... As we die, both you and I -with my head in my hands I sit and cry-&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak. I know just what you're saying. So please stop explaining. Don't tell me cause it hurts. Don't speak. I know what you're thinking. I don't need your reasons. Don't tell me cause it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending, I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying... Are we?&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak, oh I know what you're thinking and I don't need your reasons. I know you're good... Don't hush darlin. Don't tell me tell me cause it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2055610025880926051?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2055610025880926051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2055610025880926051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-2414984421089473363</id><published>2008-09-15T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:15:51.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What cha do that for?&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me I didn't know what to say. I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day...&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then, but with a little help from my friends I found a light in the tunnel at the end! Now you're calling me up on the phone, so you can have a little whine and a moan... And it's only because you're feeling alone.&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry, yeah it makes me smile, yeah it makes my smile!!!&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while, but then I just smile I go ahead and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you see me you say that you want me back and I tell you it don't mean jack, no it don't mean jack. I couldn't stop laughing; no I just couldn't help myself. &lt;br /&gt;See you messed up my mental health I was quite unwell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2414984421089473363?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2414984421089473363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2414984421089473363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-cha-do-that-for-when-you-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-7154227869905424022</id><published>2008-09-15T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:04:50.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sé quien soy.&lt;br /&gt;TE VOY A DEMOSTRAR QUIEN SOY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-7154227869905424022?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7154227869905424022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7154227869905424022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-quien-soy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-745574392723635654</id><published>2008-09-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:14:37.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La ciudad va recogiendo mis pedazos...&lt;br /&gt;(estoy buscando alguna forma de escapar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-745574392723635654?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/745574392723635654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/745574392723635654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-ciudad-va-recogiendo-mis-pedazos.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8740525061857361750</id><published>2008-09-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:38:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busco más decir (algo nuevo de mí), alguna frases que conforman una historia que se grabe en tu memoria como te grabaste tú, en mí.&lt;br /&gt;Tu presencia ya vez, condiciona mi actuar, acelerando mis latidos y mis pasos reprimiendo los abrazos que otra veces yo te di a tí.&lt;br /&gt;Preferiría ser un poco más, poco mas duro para soportar, tener que verte así como si nada... &lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo te veo y me provocas ganas de escaparme ahora contigo. Olvidémonos por hoy de lo que ayer nos separó.&lt;br /&gt;El reloj se detiene cuando tus palabras me alcanzan y entonces mis pies se levantan... No me cuido y me ilusionare otra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8740525061857361750?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8740525061857361750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8740525061857361750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/busco-ms-decir-algo-nuevo-de-m-alguna.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-7630100043569987823</id><published>2008-09-12T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:53:26.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="480" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245366955312944306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SMtJdGgAFLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5l0iMOpnye0/s640/El+amor+de+mi+vida!+(7).jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Es el único tesoro que tengo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-7630100043569987823?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7630100043569987823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7630100043569987823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SMtJdGgAFLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5l0iMOpnye0/s72-c/El+amor+de+mi+vida!+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-7180358090526942866</id><published>2008-08-31T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:55:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my life and me ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SLtqXanfcDI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieOVu6HA_zY/s1600-h/Imagen+284.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240899541890199602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SLtqXanfcDI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieOVu6HA_zY/s640/Imagen+284.jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me dio por poner esta foto, y se me dibuja en la cara una re sonrisa :) porque estoy al lado del mejor compositor, con el cual me re identifico con las canciones y que lloro con estrechez de corazón, que grito con eco y canción como amor vagabundo me enamoro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-7180358090526942866?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7180358090526942866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7180358090526942866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-of-my-life-me.html' title='Love of my life and me ♥'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SLtqXanfcDI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieOVu6HA_zY/s72-c/Imagen+284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-7831777579535582698</id><published>2008-08-29T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:57:06.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SLgqS6bBt0I/AAAAAAAAADY/mbJGg6FFChI/s1600-h/te+amo+bichito!+(104).JPG" style="clear: left; 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Te tengo a vos y es suficiente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-7831777579535582698?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7831777579535582698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7831777579535582698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SLgqS6bBt0I/AAAAAAAAADY/mbJGg6FFChI/s72-c/te+amo+bichito!+(104).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3760081412658751707</id><published>2008-08-27T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:38:52.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal vez...</title><content type='html'>Si fuimos algo que no esta (distancia que aún hace llover).&lt;br /&gt;Cuídame de no saber todo el tiempo que me hiciste bien...&lt;br /&gt;tiñe de luz interior olas de dolor que fue pasión.&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera aprenderé a evitar este lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera aprenderé evitar lo demás, donde fui tal vez seré...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3760081412658751707?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3760081412658751707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3760081412658751707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/tal-vez.html' title='Tal vez...'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-5435537980311262437</id><published>2008-08-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:14:54.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez se hace mas duro ser feliz</title><content type='html'>Nada cambia, todo es siempre paralelo a mi tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué no puedo sacarte de mis pensamientos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué en ciertas noches cuesta tanto no pensarte?&lt;br /&gt;Todo esta tan calmo ahora...&lt;br /&gt;Y ese no se que, que se vuelve en forma de espiral me envuelve hacia vos...&lt;br /&gt;Anhelo tenerte acá conmigo, pero tengo miedo y me escapo.&lt;br /&gt;El desgano de no caminar por miedo a tropezar.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansada de comenzar otra vez en un sitio nuevo sin recibir una demostración de orgullo.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez se hace mas duro ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;No puedo verme a través del espejo!&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo puedo detener la ilusión?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5435537980311262437?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5435537980311262437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5435537980311262437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/cada-vez-se-hace-mas-duro-ser-feliz.html' title='Cada vez se hace mas duro ser feliz'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-9010320758717590121</id><published>2008-08-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:07:57.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi corazón no es de piedra</title><content type='html'>Estoy buscando alguna idea en los demás para saber que es lo que me pasa a mí. Y encuentro mas que siempre repuestas diferentes (algo que esta en mí no quiere salir).&lt;br /&gt;Si abro el río de mis sentimientos cualquier cosa puede hacerme llorar...&lt;br /&gt;No sufro, ni siento cuando no conecto pero estoy cansándome así...&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón no es de piedra (solo lo cubre niebla).&lt;br /&gt;Donde antes bombeaba sangre hay ahora cenizas inflamables.&lt;br /&gt;Los espejos me confunden (a veces no sé quien soy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-9010320758717590121?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/9010320758717590121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/9010320758717590121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/mi-corazn-no-es-de-piedra.html' title='Mi corazón no es de piedra'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3713624202168332979</id><published>2008-08-25T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:38:42.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La inmensidad de esta realidad</title><content type='html'>¿Con el tiempo este dolor se va? &lt;br /&gt;Estoy tan sola podría llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Con tus gestos este dolor esta... (todo advierte el terminar).&lt;br /&gt;La inmensidad de esta realidad que me va a estancar si me quedo atrás, si me quedo acá.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién sos vos? ¿Quien soy yo? &lt;br /&gt;Y vos salite, desaparecete, andate y volve.&lt;br /&gt;Querer escapar de tanta tempestad que recorre mi interior.&lt;br /&gt;Es el miedo el que me consume (y me veo caer).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3713624202168332979?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3713624202168332979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3713624202168332979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/con-el-tiempo-este-dolor-se-va-estoy.html' title='La inmensidad de esta realidad'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3717010475500098565</id><published>2008-08-25T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:31:41.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapando de lo real</title><content type='html'>Dejé de dejar parte del todo que me hizo explotar... (escondida en mi verdad).&lt;br /&gt;Un secreto que ocultar, nuestros escondites invisibles (donde hundir mi pena voraz).&lt;br /&gt;Escapando de lo real.&lt;br /&gt;Llamados y búsquedas sin completarse... &lt;br /&gt;Cuando éstas lagrimas se empiecen a secar, solo mis risas obtendrás...&lt;br /&gt;Modifiqué el rumbo de tus giros (y a su vez perdí mi camino).&lt;br /&gt;Mas de mi ciudad me encierra al pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Reinventar y no lamentar.&lt;br /&gt;Respirar y desalinear.&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuar y no terminar.&lt;br /&gt;Suspira y dejalo atrás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3717010475500098565?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3717010475500098565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3717010475500098565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/escapando-de-lo-real.html' title='Escapando de lo real'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8881763118145349350</id><published>2008-08-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:25:08.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trato de decirte ciertas cosas de una forma especial</title><content type='html'>Hay cosas que nunca quiero recordar...&lt;br /&gt;Elijo hacerme a un costado (para protegerme un rato y pago la calma con mi soledad).&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera volver a un tiempo atrás con vos, sacarme las ganas de gritarte! &lt;br /&gt;No rompas mi corazón (deja que eso lo hago yo). &lt;br /&gt;Trato de decirte ciertas cosas de una forma especial...&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera volver a un tiempo atrás con vos, sacarme las ganas de abrazarte! &lt;br /&gt;No internes tu corazón (que con él me quedo yo). &lt;br /&gt;Trato de decirte ciertas cosas de una forma especial...&lt;br /&gt;De vos ya no quiero nada.&lt;br /&gt;De vos ya no espero nada. &lt;br /&gt;Locuras incontrolables, llamados interminables... Y un salto al vacío me hizo respirar. &lt;br /&gt;Quisiera volver a un tiempo atrás con vos, sacarme las ganas de matarte! &lt;br /&gt;Dejaste a mi corazón guardado en algún cajón. &lt;br /&gt;Trato de decirte ciertas cosas de una forma especial...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8881763118145349350?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8881763118145349350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8881763118145349350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/trato-de-decirte-ciertas-cosas-de-una.html' title='Trato de decirte ciertas cosas de una forma especial'/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-7972904725492387526</id><published>2008-08-20T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:10:36.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y otra vez la rutina de todos los días...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-7972904725492387526?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/7972904725492387526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1271810547149787431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/1271810547149787431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6577827516750333638</id><published>2008-08-07T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:59:02.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/6577827516750333638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/terminado.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SJsh0DXOF_I/AAAAAAAAACw/TILGY2yVmmY/s72-c/DSC06941-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-4039395352514821181</id><published>2008-08-04T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:42:33.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Y por que ese titubeo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que esos temores?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que se desconoce lo que se oculta tras él?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que no hay retorno posible?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que esa frágil conexión con vos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que no puedo sacarte de mis pensamientos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que no es lo mismo de antes?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que se desgana mi paciencia?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que se desgana mi bondad?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que el vacío no vacía mi interioridad?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que tu amabilidad se torna indeseable?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que ésto es relativo a mi piel?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que te vas después?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que no te vas de una vez?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-4039395352514821181?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/4039395352514821181'/><link rel='self' 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Estas grietas me atrapan. . . no puedo seguir (y el amanece otra vez).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-2750587771567496223?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2750587771567496223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/2750587771567496223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/08/porque-todo-lo-que-toco-se-desnivela.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-6959609454634101185</id><published>2008-07-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:52:08.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2bd0a4bc7caf634e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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porfavore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-5653820130819803231?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5653820130819803231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/5653820130819803231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiero-un-da-de-descanso-porfavore.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-8215087565681238858</id><published>2008-06-04T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:07:18.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEdbZN7FK9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CvHjTHhZgww/s1600-h/Infinita-+%28102%29.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208231982869588946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEdbZN7FK9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CvHjTHhZgww/s640/Infinita-+%28102%29.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Libertad Es Un Estado En La Mente !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-8215087565681238858?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8215087565681238858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/8215087565681238858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-libertad-es-un-estado-en-la-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEdbZN7FK9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CvHjTHhZgww/s72-c/Infinita-+%28102%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-3991329676164480394</id><published>2008-06-03T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:08:18.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEX75N7FK8I/AAAAAAAAABw/1QJWodeQypo/s1600-h/Infinita-+%2850%29.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207845504532425666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEX75N7FK8I/AAAAAAAAABw/1QJWodeQypo/s640/Infinita-+%2850%29.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que joven que era...&lt;br /&gt;La foto data de 20 de diciembre del 2005!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-3991329676164480394?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3991329676164480394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/106892235094094680/posts/default/3991329676164480394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-joven-que-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamm !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883686085920212665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veoPcebtyB4/TVVx80ZYl2I/AAAAAAAAASA/I2JsMK4KUjE/s220/yoppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEX75N7FK8I/AAAAAAAAABw/1QJWodeQypo/s72-c/Infinita-+%2850%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106892235094094680.post-219513105672103317</id><published>2008-06-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:10:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tan lunes amaneció.. .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEQpzN7FK6I/AAAAAAAAABg/x0jdL7Eh970/s1600-h/Infinita-+%28137%29.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333029034666914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKLwkVgJ2s/SEQpzN7FK6I/AAAAAAAAABg/x0jdL7Eh970/s640/Infinita-+%28137%29.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/106892235094094680-219513105672103317?l=restosdeadolescencia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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