<?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-186755041815106053</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:15:40.959+01:00</updated><category term='Otra'/><category term='Momentos'/><category term='A mi'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Los Otros'/><category term='Ilusiones'/><category term='Estados de ánimo'/><category term='A Ella'/><category term='Cosas imposibles'/><title type='text'>Mi cabeza día a día</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-3101321613449837465</id><published>2007-09-20T11:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:50:47.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Ambición</title><content type='html'>Tengo un ambicioso plan. Se trata de sobrevivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Nacho Vegas - ( No recordo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-3101321613449837465?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3101321613449837465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=3101321613449837465' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3101321613449837465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3101321613449837465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/09/ambicin.html' title='Ambición'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-3077810703540429871</id><published>2007-09-17T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:50:18.723+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>De vuelta</title><content type='html'>Solo me colgué una vez en el pasado,&lt;br /&gt;presenté mis credenciales a tu risa...&lt;br /&gt;...y me clavasté una estaca en el costado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Rodriguez - Para no olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-3077810703540429871?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3077810703540429871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=3077810703540429871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3077810703540429871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3077810703540429871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/09/de-vuelta.html' title='De vuelta'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-1134554106156025182</id><published>2007-06-29T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:49:09.580+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Quien se llevó mis muebles</title><content type='html'>-Quién se llevó tus muebles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sí. ...alguien ... se los llevó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y no compras otros porque crees que ella puede volver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida sin mi. Isabel coixet (2003)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-1134554106156025182?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1134554106156025182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=1134554106156025182' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1134554106156025182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1134554106156025182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/quien-se-llev-mis-muebles.html' title='Quien se llevó mis muebles'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6031029901287259792</id><published>2007-06-27T14:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:52:48.294+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Si me engañas una vez, tuya es la culpa; si me engañas dos, es  mía."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anaxágoras)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6031029901287259792?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6031029901287259792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6031029901287259792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6031029901287259792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6031029901287259792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/si-me-engaas-una-vez-tuya-es-la-culpa.html' title=''/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6213437280793989771</id><published>2007-06-27T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:14:27.613+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Regardez moi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6213437280793989771?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6213437280793989771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6213437280793989771' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6213437280793989771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6213437280793989771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/regardez-moi.html' title='Regardez moi...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-3244737443495529293</id><published>2007-06-26T11:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:49:55.175+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>El Rumbo de tus sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamás te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Por que nunca te olvido&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo fue la guarida&lt;br /&gt;Favorita de mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay una estela de ausencia&lt;br /&gt;De coincidencia literaria&lt;br /&gt;De locas armonias&lt;br /&gt;Del piel azteca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora tengo las arterias&lt;br /&gt;Llenas de etceteras&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazon espartano&lt;br /&gt;Y unas manos&lt;br /&gt;Que creen en los milagros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero son tan prezosos&lt;br /&gt;Son tan impuntuales&lt;br /&gt;Como hermosas tus tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Como las mias fatales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora tengo las arterias&lt;br /&gt;Llenas de etceteras&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazon espartano&lt;br /&gt;Y unas manos&lt;br /&gt;Que creen en los milagros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al limite del temblor&lt;br /&gt;De conspiración divina&lt;br /&gt;El rumbo de tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;Coincide&lt;br /&gt;Con mis pesadillas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Bunbury &amp;amp; Vegas - El rumbo de tus sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-3244737443495529293?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3244737443495529293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=3244737443495529293' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3244737443495529293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3244737443495529293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-rumbo-de-tus-sueos.html' title='El Rumbo de tus sueños'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8964305284073150820</id><published>2007-06-26T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:56:35.546+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Tiempos más duros están por llegar...</title><content type='html'>Y entre el dolor y la nada elegí el dolor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bunbury &amp;amp; Vegas - La pena o la nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8964305284073150820?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8964305284073150820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8964305284073150820' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8964305284073150820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8964305284073150820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/tiempos-ms-duros-estn-por-llegar.html' title='Tiempos más duros están por llegar...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8647209907120893907</id><published>2007-06-25T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:45:12.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Va a empezar a llover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Con trémula voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; me dijiste:&lt;br /&gt;"Esto en tu vida te podría ocurrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; como hoy ocurre en la mia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Taché los dias de calendario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; en los que nos hicimos daño y quedaron tres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tres dias encerrado sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; en mi propio metro cuadrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nos volveremos a ver en el dia de todos los santos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dime, crees que valio la pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; si amenazan hoy nubes negras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; que vienen hacia aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y creo que va a empezar a llover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; creo que va a empezar a llover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y el cielo continuando a gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y tu voz en mi insistia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Te podría ocurrir como hoy ocurre en mi vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yo te quise, te quise tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hasta que se me hubo agotado mi amor por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y creo que va a empezar a llover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; creo que va a empezar a llover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y yo querre correr, y correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Dime, crees que valio la pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Si amenazan hoy nubes negras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; que vienen hacia aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yo te quise, te quise tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hasta que encontré agotado mi amor por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y creo que va a empezar a llover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; creo que va a empezar a llover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y creo que va a empezar a llover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y creo que va a empezar a llover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y creo que va a empezar a llover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y yo querré correr, y correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; y desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yo te quise, te quise tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hasta que se me hubo agotado mi amor por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bunbury &amp;amp; Vegas - Va a empezar a llover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8647209907120893907?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8647209907120893907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8647209907120893907' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8647209907120893907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8647209907120893907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/va-empezar-llover.html' title='Va a empezar a llover'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-4496760622364817815</id><published>2007-06-24T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:10:38.895+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Rabia</title><content type='html'>Esto no acaba cuando tu quieras. Sangrarás. Y tanto que lo harás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-4496760622364817815?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4496760622364817815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=4496760622364817815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/4496760622364817815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/4496760622364817815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/rabia.html' title='Rabia'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-2096015894883916581</id><published>2007-06-24T12:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:20:28.742+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Decisiones infructuosas</title><content type='html'>De acuerdo. Seré yo entonces, el que se lance al precipicio. Aunque no me quieras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-2096015894883916581?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2096015894883916581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=2096015894883916581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/2096015894883916581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/2096015894883916581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/decisiones-infructuosas.html' title='Decisiones infructuosas'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-9047470839328356169</id><published>2007-06-23T16:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:28:53.860+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Vete si he de seguir así</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El amor es algo bello que estropeas sin darte cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;Te dí Mi vida entera y mis besos y ahora te alejas&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres de mí?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres que yo haga más por tí?&lt;br /&gt;Todo el amor que yo tenía te lo dí&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres de mí?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres de mí?&lt;br /&gt;Vete, Me has hecho daño,&lt;br /&gt;Vete, Estás vacío,&lt;br /&gt;Vete, Lejos de aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Vete, Con tus mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;Vete, Me has hecho daño,&lt;br /&gt;Vete, Lejos de aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo Aquellos días en que tu por mí vivías.&lt;br /&gt;Destruíste Ese amor que te dí con ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Confiaba en tí, Yo pensaba que era todo para tí.&lt;br /&gt;Y, ahora, te alejas sin decirme un adiós.&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres de mí?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que quieres de mí?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Marlango - Vete &lt;/span&gt;(ya se que es de los Amaya, pero esta versión me gusta mas, y en directo no tiene precio ;) )&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-9047470839328356169?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9047470839328356169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=9047470839328356169' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/9047470839328356169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/9047470839328356169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-amor-es-algo-bello-que-estropeas-sin.html' title='Vete si he de seguir así'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-4748034758758190519</id><published>2007-06-22T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:56:09.705+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Odiandote para que no me duelas</title><content type='html'>No conozco a nadie que mienta como tú,&lt;br /&gt;con tanta disciplina, precisión y sinceridad.&lt;br /&gt;Te ganaste tu lugar con ingeniosa ingenuidad,&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo como eres capaz de sentirte peligrosa siendo tan vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas noticias,&lt;br /&gt; hay que cargarse al mensajero,&lt;br /&gt;la manzana está podrida&lt;br /&gt;y creíste a la serpiente, mala suerte.&lt;br /&gt;No hiciste caso, es lo que querías.&lt;br /&gt;Junto a la fuente el cántaro quebrado,&lt;br /&gt;el veredicto está claro: soporta tu cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no puedes recordar que no debes olvidar&lt;br /&gt;una mano amiga tendida todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;No has parado a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Estabas advertida puta desagradecida,&lt;br /&gt;la obsesión te precipita y la caída siempre es lo peor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas noticias,&lt;br /&gt; hay que cargarse al mensajero,&lt;br /&gt; la manzana está podrida&lt;br /&gt;y creíste a la serpiente, mala suerte.&lt;br /&gt;No hiciste caso, es lo que querías.&lt;br /&gt;Junto a la fuente el cántaro quebrado,&lt;br /&gt;el veredicto está claro: soporta tu cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Bunbury &amp;amp; Vegas - Puta desagradecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-4748034758758190519?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4748034758758190519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=4748034758758190519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/4748034758758190519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/4748034758758190519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/odiandote-para-que-no-me-duelas.html' title='Odiandote para que no me duelas'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8238727204079487906</id><published>2007-06-21T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:53:51.771+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>You're so flamboyant...</title><content type='html'>You live in a world of excess&lt;br /&gt;where more is more&lt;br /&gt;and less is much less&lt;br /&gt;A day without fame&lt;br /&gt;is a waste&lt;br /&gt;and a question of need&lt;br /&gt;is a question of taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;the way you look&lt;br /&gt;It gets you so much attention&lt;br /&gt;Your sole employment&lt;br /&gt;is getting more&lt;br /&gt;You want police intervention&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;the way you live&lt;br /&gt;You really care that they stare&lt;br /&gt;And the press deployment&lt;br /&gt;is always there&lt;br /&gt;It's what you do for enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in a time of decay&lt;br /&gt;when the worth of a man&lt;br /&gt;is how much he can play&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;all the public must know&lt;br /&gt;where you are, what you do&lt;br /&gt;'cause your life is a show and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;the way you live&lt;br /&gt;and it's not even demeaning&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;It's like a drug&lt;br /&gt;you use to give your life meaning&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;The way you look&lt;br /&gt;It gets you so much attention&lt;br /&gt;Your sole employment&lt;br /&gt;Is getting more&lt;br /&gt;You want police intervention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every actor needs&lt;br /&gt;an audience&lt;br /&gt;Every action is&lt;br /&gt;a performance&lt;br /&gt;It all takes courage&lt;br /&gt;You know it&lt;br /&gt;Just crossing the street&lt;br /&gt;well, it's almost heroic&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;at another preview&lt;br /&gt;In a pose&lt;br /&gt;the artist and you&lt;br /&gt;To look so loud&lt;br /&gt;may be considered tacky&lt;br /&gt;Collectors wear black clothes&lt;br /&gt;by Issey Miyake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;the way you look&lt;br /&gt;It gets you so much attention&lt;br /&gt;Your sole employment&lt;br /&gt;is getting more&lt;br /&gt;You want police intervention&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;The way you live&lt;br /&gt;You really care that they stare&lt;br /&gt;And the press deployment&lt;br /&gt;is always there&lt;br /&gt;It's what you do for enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;You're so flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pet Shop Boys - Flamboyant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8238727204079487906?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8238727204079487906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8238727204079487906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8238727204079487906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8238727204079487906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/youre-so-flamboyant.html' title='You&apos;re so flamboyant...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8810708101066973586</id><published>2007-06-17T08:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:57:39.613+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Poco a poco...</title><content type='html'>No hay nada que consiga&lt;br /&gt;parar el reloj.&lt;br /&gt;Este espejo se hace viejo&lt;br /&gt;y me sienta fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco van cayendo&lt;br /&gt;las hojas del calendario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me dicen que no,&lt;br /&gt;que tampoco es hoy,&lt;br /&gt;el día en que tu voz&lt;br /&gt;pronunciará las palabras&lt;br /&gt;que me harán despertar&lt;br /&gt;de este invierno sin final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arde el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;grita el lienzo entre rojos violentos.&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco van muriendo&lt;br /&gt;las noches que pasamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me dicen que no,&lt;br /&gt;que tampoco es hoy,&lt;br /&gt;el día en que tu voz&lt;br /&gt;pronunciará las palabras&lt;br /&gt;que me harán despertar&lt;br /&gt;de este invierno sin final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos sólo se abren para ti,&lt;br /&gt;mis manos son para tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;mis días sueños que dicen adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me dicen que no,&lt;br /&gt;que tampoco es hoy,&lt;br /&gt;el día en que tu voz ...&lt;br /&gt;Y me dicen que no,&lt;br /&gt;que tampoco es hoy,&lt;br /&gt;el día en que tu voz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Habitación Roja - Scandinavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8810708101066973586?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8810708101066973586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8810708101066973586' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8810708101066973586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8810708101066973586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/poco-poco.html' title='Poco a poco...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-1161436802074406974</id><published>2007-06-07T00:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:08:03.280+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>Dártelo es mi privilegio&lt;br /&gt;y como te lo doy,&lt;br /&gt;te lo podré quitar&lt;br /&gt;un corazón no es para siempre&lt;br /&gt;a veces tienes que devolverlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-la noche es mágica también, no?&lt;br /&gt;-y trágica.&lt;br /&gt;me pasaba las horas&lt;br /&gt;acariciando mi herida&lt;br /&gt;se me iban los días....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no me pidas que te espere&lt;br /&gt;por que siempre que espero&lt;br /&gt;estoy persiguiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo intentaba escrutar las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;mientras tú te pintabas las uñas de los pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, te veré surfear de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;con tu traje de sirena&lt;br /&gt;y tu tabla plateada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en una habitación con vista...&lt;br /&gt;con una desconocida que conocí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en mi búsqueda de la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;me vi interrumpido por la metafísica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-escribo sobre ti desde hace mucho&lt;br /&gt;incluso antes de conocerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si no te veo aquí&lt;br /&gt;te veré en mis sueños....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo mi tristeza siempre ahí&lt;br /&gt;escondida&lt;br /&gt;poniéndose guapa&lt;br /&gt;y cuento con ella&lt;br /&gt;pa que me sepa guiar&lt;br /&gt;mas alla de ti&lt;br /&gt;-mas alla de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ivan Ferreiro - Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-1161436802074406974?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1161436802074406974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=1161436802074406974' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1161436802074406974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1161436802074406974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-756051661800523729</id><published>2007-06-03T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:37:34.277+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Ya ves, te estoy mintiendo...</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love of lesbian - Los colores de una sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-756051661800523729?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/756051661800523729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=756051661800523729' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/756051661800523729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/756051661800523729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/ya-ves-que-estoy-mintiendo.html' title='Ya ves, te estoy mintiendo...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6754749851601509160</id><published>2007-06-02T21:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:03:46.100+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>...y poder creer que existe un segundo en el que piensas en querer escuchar mi voz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6754749851601509160?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6754749851601509160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6754749851601509160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6754749851601509160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6754749851601509160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-7744815131891617370</id><published>2007-06-02T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:11:42.444+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Equilibrio</title><content type='html'>Dices estar en equilibrio, no quieres ir más allá. Te comento que me hundo, pero no admito que me he vuelto a enamorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta sangre más me queda para derramar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-7744815131891617370?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7744815131891617370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=7744815131891617370' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7744815131891617370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7744815131891617370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/06/equilibrio.html' title='Equilibrio'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-3310961353414389242</id><published>2007-05-31T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:00:17.117+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>No. No creo que lo vayas a saber jamás.</title><content type='html'>Cada día los puñales vuelan más cerca de "nuestra" confianza. A pesar de múltiples juramentos, el miedo sigue siendo igual de intenso. Quiza mañana, quiza nunca. Puede que incluso se borre la diana que llevo dibujada en el corazón antes de acertarle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando vuelvo a tener terapia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-3310961353414389242?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3310961353414389242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=3310961353414389242' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3310961353414389242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3310961353414389242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-no-creo-que-lo-vayas-saber-jams.html' title='No. No creo que lo vayas a saber jamás.'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-7008767091267278880</id><published>2007-05-29T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:25:13.820+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Lady Rock'n Roll</title><content type='html'>No voy a rebentarte yo tu baile de disfraces.&lt;br /&gt;Pequeño Rock 'n Roll, sudando en el jardín. Nunca quiso ser de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se que estas en otra, amor. Pequeño Rock'n roll, ya se que estás apunto de decirme adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quique Gonzalez &amp; Bunbury - Pequeño Rock &amp;amp; Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-7008767091267278880?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7008767091267278880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=7008767091267278880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7008767091267278880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7008767091267278880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/lady-rockn-roll.html' title='Lady Rock&apos;n Roll'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-5327502413260866417</id><published>2007-05-28T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:53:17.916+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Quien dice Helena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Hace días que no sé cuantos días hace. Hace días que me estoy diciendo... mañana y espero... y espero.  Viviendo con nada. Trabajando por nada y un día como si nada morirme de nada. Adiós. Gracias.  En el fondo de un bar tomándome un perfumado para calentarme el corazón mientras llega la muerte a jugar al subastado.  Hace días que no sé cuantos días hace. Hace días que me estoy diciendo... mañana y espero... y espero... y espero...  Asomado al balcón espero. Desnudando el horizonte espero. Espero por Navidad y por la Magdalena de día y de noche que vuelva Helena, que vuelva Helena...  y es que cuando pasa por mi calle incluso los geranios le guiñan el ojo. El aire se vuelve tibio con su aliento y los adoquines miran hacia arriba, su piel morena.  Cuando pasa Helena.  Cuando ella mira sabes que la fuente cuando ella quiere, la da. Cuando ella llora, sabes qué es el luto. Cuando ella calla, todo yo tiemblo. Cuando ella quiere, el amor emprende el vuelo...  Y entre tejados se columpia el sol y los pajaritos de los cables de la luz miran celosos como se ríe y se mueve. Color de larga espera y perfume de luna llena mi Helena.  Mi Helena... pero...  Hace días que el estar de pie me hace daño, el reúma me rompe los dedos y ha huido el último gorrión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Joan Manuel Serrat - Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-5327502413260866417?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5327502413260866417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=5327502413260866417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5327502413260866417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5327502413260866417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/quien-dice-helena.html' title='Quien dice Helena...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-7381415998060612075</id><published>2007-05-28T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:22:34.466+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Empecinamiento</title><content type='html'>Si me pinchas...acaso no sangro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muriendo poco a poco. Resucitando por tí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-7381415998060612075?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7381415998060612075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=7381415998060612075' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7381415998060612075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7381415998060612075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/empecinamiento.html' title='Empecinamiento'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8296645227612122377</id><published>2007-05-26T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:08:39.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Es como si andara siempre en espiral</title><content type='html'>Así que alegraté, lo has conseguido. Los días sin tí serian precipicios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Love of Lesbian - La niña imantada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8296645227612122377?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8296645227612122377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8296645227612122377' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8296645227612122377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8296645227612122377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/es-como-si-andara-siempre-en-espiral.html' title='Es como si andara siempre en espiral'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-5144797845670871442</id><published>2007-05-26T10:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:15:11.489+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Lo mas lejos...a tu lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras me aguanten los huesos yo quiero seguir cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quiero estar estar cerca de tí, lo mas lejos.... a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu mirada en un balcón; tú te asomas yo te canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He "pintaó" mi corazón con el rojo de tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sé que no puedo dormir porque siempre estoy soñando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En invierno con el sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...con las nubes en verano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fito &amp;amp; Fitipaldis - Siempre estoy soñando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-5144797845670871442?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5144797845670871442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=5144797845670871442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5144797845670871442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5144797845670871442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/lo-mas-lejosa-t-lado.html' title='Lo mas lejos...a tu lado'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8427699901396227383</id><published>2007-05-24T09:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:13:42.696+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Un poco de amor. Por favor.</title><content type='html'>Solo puedes encontrar&lt;br /&gt; frio en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Como un juguete más&lt;br /&gt;a veces me siento yo.&lt;br /&gt;Todo a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;se puede desvanecer&lt;br /&gt;si yo, yo no tengo no,&lt;br /&gt;nadie más a quien querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo. Todo lo daría.&lt;br /&gt;Todo. Todo lo daría.&lt;br /&gt;Por un poquito de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Los Romeos - Un poquito de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8427699901396227383?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8427699901396227383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8427699901396227383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8427699901396227383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8427699901396227383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/un-poco-de-amor-por-favor.html' title='Un poco de amor. Por favor.'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-824609693675006120</id><published>2007-05-22T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:56:55.113+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Canciones sobre nosotros</title><content type='html'>¿No ves que lo nuestro es raro?&lt;br /&gt;Sigue intacto en mil pedazos&lt;br /&gt;y no logra romperse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respira ileso en sus estados graves,&lt;br /&gt;tanto hablar del fin&lt;br /&gt;que ahora apenas duele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aun así, te reirás,&lt;br /&gt;volvería a revivirlo sin dudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría ser tan fácil, sería espectacular,&lt;br /&gt;si fueran reversibles aquellas noches de incendio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más noches reversibles para saborear&lt;br /&gt;las horas más humildes con un placer más intenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No ves que si hemos perdido&lt;br /&gt;hemos ganado historias que contar?&lt;br /&gt;Más que algunos tienen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que si caímos en picado&lt;br /&gt;es porque a veces fuimos nubes con la mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera transformar nuestras noches&lt;br /&gt;en un ciclo sin final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría ser tan fácil, sería espectacular,&lt;br /&gt;si fueran reversibles aquellas noches de incendio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero eso es imposible, el tiempo ganará,&lt;br /&gt;entonces sólo espero que cuando vuelva a sonar&lt;br /&gt;tú pierdas la vergüenza y grites oh, oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;grites oh, oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que voy a empezar a romperme, oh, oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;grites oh, oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no me importa que mire la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;Creo que voy a empezar a romperme, oh, oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;Creo que voy a empezar a romperme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love of lesbian - Noches reversibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-824609693675006120?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/824609693675006120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=824609693675006120' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/824609693675006120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/824609693675006120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/canciones-sobre-nosotros.html' title='Canciones sobre nosotros'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-2827104021194886106</id><published>2007-05-21T22:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:47:53.941+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Tropezando de nuevo...</title><content type='html'>Si de todos mis delirios y mis cuentos solo el tuyo ha mejorado el argumento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me escondo, te observo y puedo decir...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "yo mataré monstruos por tí..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Love of Lesbian - Un día en el parque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-2827104021194886106?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2827104021194886106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=2827104021194886106' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/2827104021194886106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/2827104021194886106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/tropezando-de-nuevo.html' title='Tropezando de nuevo...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-851135508483609575</id><published>2007-05-20T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:29:35.434+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Ayer...</title><content type='html'>Volviste a sellar mis labios. Volviste a cegar mis ojos. Volviste a abrir mi corazón.. volviste a entrar sin permiso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panacea. Que extraña palabra. Siempré pense que se trataba del tiempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-851135508483609575?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/851135508483609575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=851135508483609575' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/851135508483609575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/851135508483609575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/ayer.html' title='Ayer...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-3088595580347522128</id><published>2007-05-15T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:33:57.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>De vuelta del Psiquiatra</title><content type='html'>Ver... que ya no crees en la gente, que tomas pastillas rosas, y te has vuelto nihilista...y sueñas con no soñar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorian - A cualquier otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-3088595580347522128?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3088595580347522128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=3088595580347522128' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3088595580347522128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3088595580347522128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/de-vuelta-del-psiquiatra.html' title='De vuelta del Psiquiatra'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6710134360400565856</id><published>2007-05-12T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:09:46.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>A mi que nunca supe bien cómo estar solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;       Soledad,&lt;br /&gt;aqui estan mis credenciales,&lt;br /&gt;vengo llamando a tu puerta&lt;br /&gt;desde hace un tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;creo que pasaremos juntos temporales,&lt;br /&gt;propongo que tu y yo nos vayamos conociendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estoy,&lt;br /&gt;te traigo mis cicatrices,&lt;br /&gt;palabras sobre papel pentagramado,&lt;br /&gt;no te fijes mucho en lo que dicen,&lt;br /&gt;me encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;en cada cosa que he callado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya pasó&lt;br /&gt;ya he dejado que se empañe&lt;br /&gt;la ilusión de que vivir es indoloro.&lt;br /&gt;Que raro que seas tú&lt;br /&gt;quien me acompañe, soledad,&lt;br /&gt;a mi, que nunca supe bien&lt;br /&gt;cómo estar solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jorge Drexler - Soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6710134360400565856?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6710134360400565856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6710134360400565856' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6710134360400565856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6710134360400565856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/mi-que-nunca-supe-bien-cmo-estar-solo.html' title='A mi que nunca supe bien cómo estar solo'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8236483520869229537</id><published>2007-05-11T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:31:40.122+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>El sabor de las cerezas</title><content type='html'>Me aterraría descubrir que soy yo&lt;br /&gt;La enfermedad que te ahoga&lt;br /&gt;Porque jamás quise a nadie de esta forma&lt;br /&gt;Tan suicida&lt;br /&gt;Tan suicida que antes de oírte decir&lt;br /&gt;Que te astillé el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Me alejaré de ti aunque se destruya el mío&lt;br /&gt;Pero no quiero ni pensar que el sabor&lt;br /&gt;De las cerezas te amargue&lt;br /&gt;Todavía más que mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Al besarte&lt;br /&gt;Y como tú no eres santa ni yo Nobel de la Paz&lt;br /&gt;Para no odiarnos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Pondré un final con dolor a nuestro dolor sin final&lt;br /&gt;Nos despedimos apenas con los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y al cerrarlos se vencieron los cimientos&lt;br /&gt;De todo mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;No quiero volverlos a abrir en esta tarde&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero sentir a oscuras que muero&lt;br /&gt;Contigo a despertarme sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deneuve - El sabor de las cerezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8236483520869229537?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8236483520869229537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8236483520869229537' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8236483520869229537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8236483520869229537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-sabor-de-las-cerezas.html' title='El sabor de las cerezas'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6489281181720511152</id><published>2007-05-10T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:44:12.040+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Hermana duda...</title><content type='html'>Hermana duda,&lt;br /&gt;pasarán los años,&lt;br /&gt;cambiarán las modas,&lt;br /&gt;vendrán otras guerras,&lt;br /&gt;perderán los mismos&lt;br /&gt;y ojalá que tú&lt;br /&gt;sigas mordiendo mi lengua,&lt;br /&gt;pero esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;hermana duda,&lt;br /&gt;hermana duda,&lt;br /&gt;dame una tregua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jorge Drexler - Hermana duda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6489281181720511152?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6489281181720511152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6489281181720511152' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6489281181720511152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6489281181720511152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-beneficio-de-la-duda.html' title='Hermana duda...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-7946793790812986951</id><published>2007-05-09T23:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:09:47.364+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>One of us must know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;                   No pude ver cuando empezó a nevar,&lt;br /&gt;                 tu voz era todo lo que oía,&lt;br /&gt;                 no pude ver hacia dónde íbamos&lt;br /&gt;                 pero tú dijiste que lo sabías,&lt;br /&gt;                 y te tomé la palabra.&lt;br /&gt;                 Y más tarde, mientras me disculpaba,&lt;br /&gt;                 me dijiste&lt;span lang="es"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que me habías engañado,&lt;br /&gt;                 que no eras ninguna colegiala,&lt;br /&gt;                 y, mientras me arrancabas los ojos,&lt;span lang="es"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;te                    dije&lt;br /&gt;                 que nunca tuve intención de hacerte daño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, tarde o temprano,&lt;br /&gt;                 uno de nosotros tiene que saber&lt;br /&gt;                 que tú hiciste lo que se suponía que harías,&lt;br /&gt;                 tarde o temprano,&lt;br /&gt;                 uno de nosotros tiene que saber&lt;br /&gt;                 que yo lo intenté todo por estar cerca de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob Dylan - One of us must know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-7946793790812986951?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7946793790812986951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=7946793790812986951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7946793790812986951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7946793790812986951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-of-us-must-know.html' title='One of us must know'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-9185823274420546565</id><published>2007-05-08T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:54:29.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Recuperando el pasado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Soledad. Cura mis heridas y dejare que me vuelvas a herir. Vuelve conmigo, reconciliémonos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-9185823274420546565?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9185823274420546565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=9185823274420546565' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/9185823274420546565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/9185823274420546565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/recuperando-el-pasado.html' title='Recuperando el pasado...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-3711957261617897588</id><published>2007-05-07T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:01:45.241+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>He malvendido mi identidad...</title><content type='html'>¿Quién va a humillarse con mi intensidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love of lesbian - mi personalidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-3711957261617897588?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/3711957261617897588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=3711957261617897588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3711957261617897588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/3711957261617897588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-malvendido-mi-identidad.html' title='He malvendido mi identidad...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-5259542486296739013</id><published>2007-05-06T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:49:10.828+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Yo te quiero tal y como estás...</title><content type='html'>Tengo que confesar que a veces no me gusta tu forma de ser. Luego te me desapareces y no entiendo muy bien por qué. No dices nada romántico cuando llega el atardecer. Te pones de un humor extraño con cada luna llena al mes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que confesarte ahora que nunca creí en la felicidad. A veces algo se le parece, pero&lt;br /&gt;es pura casualidad. Luego me vengo a encontrar con tus ojos y me dan algo más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero a a todo lo demás le gana lo bueno que me das. Sólo tenerte cerca siento que vuelvo a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Julieta Venegas-Limon y Sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-5259542486296739013?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5259542486296739013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=5259542486296739013' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5259542486296739013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5259542486296739013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/yo-te-quiero-tal-y-como-ests.html' title='Yo te quiero tal y como estás...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-2189081576170753897</id><published>2007-05-05T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:16:44.108+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Lo que te conté mientras te hacías la dormida</title><content type='html'>Prometo llamarle amor mío al primero que no me haga daño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La oreja de Van Gogh - Puedes contar conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-2189081576170753897?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/2189081576170753897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=2189081576170753897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/2189081576170753897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/2189081576170753897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/lo-que-te-cont-mientras-te-hacas-la.html' title='Lo que te conté mientras te hacías la dormida'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-1442625167291075622</id><published>2007-05-05T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T10:53:37.985+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Apaga las luces, no soporto que me veas llorar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;¿Porqué has insinuado que me falta dignidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; * Love of Lesbian - Mi personalidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-1442625167291075622?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1442625167291075622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=1442625167291075622' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1442625167291075622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1442625167291075622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/mi-personalidad-2.html' title='Apaga las luces, no soporto que me veas llorar.'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-9222025656310837243</id><published>2007-05-03T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:20:12.720+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Porqué...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Un abrazo silencioso, enérgico que desde mi espalda recorrió todo mi cuerpo hasta morir en mi corazón.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Dime qué no es amor”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No puedo mentirte…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“¿Entonces porqué…?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-9222025656310837243?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/9222025656310837243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=9222025656310837243' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/9222025656310837243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/9222025656310837243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/porqu.html' title='Porqué...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-501878489743652568</id><published>2007-05-02T09:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:15:34.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otra'/><title type='text'>No te he vuelto a ver</title><content type='html'>I think of you often...have you forgotten the way you look at me when we met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The sunday drivers-Often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-501878489743652568?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/501878489743652568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=501878489743652568' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/501878489743652568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/501878489743652568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-te-he-vuelto-ver.html' title='No te he vuelto a ver'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-7742652893852026957</id><published>2007-05-02T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:15:08.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Florecimiento, olvido y dependencia.</title><content type='html'>Hoy estuve en el lugar del crimen y no estabas. Soñé con ella y no eras tú,  me enamoré de ella y me pregunté que hubiera pasado. El día es largo, y siempre  acabas volviendo a clavarme la última inyeccion. Devuelveme el antidoto, por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-7742652893852026957?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7742652893852026957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=7742652893852026957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7742652893852026957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7742652893852026957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/05/floreciimiento-olvido-y-dependencia.html' title='Florecimiento, olvido y dependencia.'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8392191556435879130</id><published>2007-04-29T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:05:17.254+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Porque jamás quise a nadie de esta forma tan suicida...</title><content type='html'>Prefiero sentir a oscuras que muero contigo a despertarme sin tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deneuve - El sabor de las cerezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8392191556435879130?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8392191556435879130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8392191556435879130' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8392191556435879130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8392191556435879130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/porque-jams-quise-nadie-de-esta-forma.html' title='Porque jamás quise a nadie de esta forma tan suicida...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-5835978213274592015</id><published>2007-04-29T21:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:13:24.228+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Inolvidable</title><content type='html'>Por el amor que me escondes. Por todos esos besos que aún nos quedan en la boca. Por volverme a hacer feliz.  Por sentir que aún me quieres. Por este fin de semana junto a tí. Por todo lo que voy a volver a sufrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No se como pretendes que me olvide de tí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-5835978213274592015?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5835978213274592015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=5835978213274592015' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5835978213274592015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5835978213274592015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/inolvidable.html' title='Inolvidable'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-18299434399486182</id><published>2007-04-27T12:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:47:04.118+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><title type='text'>Pies de plomo</title><content type='html'>Un paso más?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-18299434399486182?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/18299434399486182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=18299434399486182' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/18299434399486182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/18299434399486182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/pies-de-plomo.html' title='Pies de plomo'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-8706152294774256382</id><published>2007-04-26T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:06:14.428+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>De esclavitud y de cadenas</title><content type='html'>Si pensara menos con la cabeza, menos con el corazón, y más con la entrepierna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Bunbury &amp;amp; Vegas - De esclavitud y de cadenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-8706152294774256382?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/8706152294774256382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=8706152294774256382' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8706152294774256382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/8706152294774256382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-esclavitud-y-de-cadenas.html' title='De esclavitud y de cadenas'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-7871531944276264367</id><published>2007-04-25T22:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:17:35.742+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Por mi...</title><content type='html'>No por mucho llorar va a amanecer antes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-7871531944276264367?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/7871531944276264367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=7871531944276264367' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7871531944276264367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/7871531944276264367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/por-mi.html' title='Por mi...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-1001388073815373460</id><published>2007-04-23T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:08:45.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><title type='text'>Mi personalidad</title><content type='html'>Nadie más, nadie más, besará &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your lips&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Love of lesbian - Mi personalidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-1001388073815373460?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/1001388073815373460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=1001388073815373460' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1001388073815373460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/1001388073815373460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/mi-personalidad.html' title='Mi personalidad'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-818783333223875222</id><published>2007-04-22T14:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:09:29.763+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><title type='text'>Shiwa</title><content type='html'>Me siento tan ah, ah ,ah ,ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Love of lesbian - Shiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-818783333223875222?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/818783333223875222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=818783333223875222' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/818783333223875222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/818783333223875222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/shiwa.html' title='Shiwa'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6204536302133155366</id><published>2007-04-21T15:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:16:39.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Desaparecer</title><content type='html'>El año que viene no estaré. Voy a desaparecer. Ya he sangrado suficiente. Perdí a Ana por ti. Te perderé a ti por mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6204536302133155366?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6204536302133155366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6204536302133155366' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6204536302133155366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6204536302133155366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/desaparecer.html' title='Desaparecer'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-5227188924916382465</id><published>2007-04-20T16:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:38:57.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Amigas</title><content type='html'>Ellas te importan y te importarán más. Hasta que te fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-5227188924916382465?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/5227188924916382465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=5227188924916382465' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5227188924916382465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/5227188924916382465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-577099593391994547</id><published>2007-04-19T20:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:40:40.179+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Otros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>Visitas inesperadas</title><content type='html'>Al final ha entrado en mi vida a través de ti. Ingenuo de mi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-577099593391994547?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/577099593391994547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=577099593391994547' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/577099593391994547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/577099593391994547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/visitas-inesperadas_19.html' title='Visitas inesperadas'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-4976413635028223740</id><published>2007-04-18T12:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:11:29.405+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosas imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilusiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de ánimo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A mi'/><title type='text'>Que me olvide...</title><content type='html'>Le he preguntado a todos mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;y cada uno de ellos me ha dicho que sí.&lt;br /&gt;Cada persona que he conocido,&lt;br /&gt;cada señal del destino parece decir …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://blog.fitopaldi.net/2005/08/07/que-me-olvide-que-un-dia/"&gt;Que me olvide de tí...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Planetas - Que me olvide de tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-4976413635028223740?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/4976413635028223740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=4976413635028223740' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/4976413635028223740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/4976413635028223740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/que-me-olvide_18.html' title='Que me olvide...'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186755041815106053.post-6263124984816405167</id><published>2007-04-17T11:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:34:09.644+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Ella'/><title type='text'>¿Porque?</title><content type='html'>¿Qué necesitas?¿Qué esperas? ¿A qué esperas? ¿A quién? ¿Que buscas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186755041815106053-6263124984816405167?l=tiempomucho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/feeds/6263124984816405167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186755041815106053&amp;postID=6263124984816405167' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6263124984816405167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186755041815106053/posts/default/6263124984816405167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiempomucho.blogspot.com/2007/04/porque.html' title='¿Porque?'/><author><name>Trastornat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801773696709402661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
