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font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ella buscaba en su armario porque había perdido la razón, yo exprimía diccionarios para poder hacer una canción. No me acuerdo muy bien cuántos besos dejamos en cada esquina, pero imposible olvidarme de aquel cuarto donde aquella noche subió la adrenalina. Y se juntaron Rosario y la Capital, se juntaron el bien y el mal, se juntaron dos almas en una sola, se juntaron Sabina y Piazzolla. Se juntó una religión que era puro corazón con otra que nunca existió, se juntaron dos camas y no alcanzaban para tanto fuego, tanta acción, tanto descontrol. Elegimos el colchón más chico y pareció de dos plazas, cuando el colchón terminó bienvenido fue el piso del comedor de su casa. A cada beso caía una estrella, cada arañazo calmaba el dolor, cuando me acuerdo de ella levanto mi vaso y brindo adonde quiera que estés por nuestra canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sabina y Piazzola - Las pastillas del abuelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-6658725205420336055?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/6658725205420336055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=6658725205420336055' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6658725205420336055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6658725205420336055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/12/ella-buscaba-en-su-armario-porque-haba.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-6709609522375734248</id><published>2008-12-11T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:14:38.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vergüenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entre el Atlántico y el mar Méditerráneo hay una tierra de mar y mucho sol que desde antaño se viene practicando una asquerosa y sucia tradición. Un individuo vestido de payaso tortura y martiriza hasta la muerte a un animal y el graderío estalla de locura cuando el acero anuncia su final.   Banderilleros sedientos de violencia van torturando sin ninguna compasión. Los picadores prosiguen la matanza acentuando punzadas de dolor, malherido, enviste con bravura contra el frío del acero que destroza su interior. Agonizando en un charco de sangre, el puntillero remata la función.  Festejo, criminal, vergüenza! Torero, eres la vergüenza de una nación. Torero, eres la violencia en televisión. Torero, eres asesino por vocación. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Torero, me produce asco tu profesión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Llamar cultura al sadismo organizado, a la violencia, a la muerte o al dolor es un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;insulto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a la propia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;inteligencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;desarrollo de nuestra evolución&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Tu indiferencia les hace poderosos, manifiesta tu repulsa a la fiesta criminal. No colabores con un juego de dementes, taurinos al código penal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vergüenza - Ska-p&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/9002340974538543267-6709609522375734248?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/6709609522375734248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=6709609522375734248' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6709609522375734248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6709609522375734248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/12/vergenza.html' title='Vergüenza'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-2667158862892955590</id><published>2008-11-15T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:15:42.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You think you have to want more than you need, until you have it all, you won't be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you want more than you have, you think you need and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think I need to find a bigger place, cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Society, crazy indeed. I hope you're not lonely, without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's those thinkin' more or less, less is more, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;if less is more, how you keepin' score?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It means for every point you make, your level drops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kinda like you're startin' from the top, and you can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Society - Eddie Vedder&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/9002340974538543267-2667158862892955590?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/2667158862892955590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=2667158862892955590' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/2667158862892955590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/2667158862892955590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/11/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-5059350499232113752</id><published>2008-09-06T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:05.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMNzHIHjk8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yLinB6MFLFY/s1600-h/1208824305_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMNzHIHjk8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yLinB6MFLFY/s320/1208824305_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243160957464843202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu eres mi amigo del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, realmente el amigo, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;en todo camino y por nada esta siempre conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Aunque eres un hombre aun tienes el alma de un niño, aquel que me da su amistad su respeto y cariño. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Recuerdo que juntos pasamos muy duros momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tu no cambiaste por fuertes que fueran los vientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Es tu corazón una casa de puertas abiertas. Tu eres realmente el mas cierto en horas inciertas. En ciertos momentos difíciles que hay en la vida, buscamos a quien nos ayude a encontrar la salida. Y aquella palabra de fuerza y de fe que me has dado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;me da la certeza que siempre estuviste a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Tu eres mi amigo del alma en toda jornada sonrisa y abrazo festivo en cada llegada. Me dices verdades tan grandes con frases abiertas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Tu eres realmente el mas cierto en horas inciertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. No preciso ni decir todo esto que te digo pero es bueno así sentir, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt; eres tu mi gran amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo - A77aque&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/9002340974538543267-5059350499232113752?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/5059350499232113752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=5059350499232113752' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5059350499232113752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5059350499232113752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/09/tu-eres-mi-amigo-del-alma-realmente-el_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMNzHIHjk8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yLinB6MFLFY/s72-c/1208824305_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-1462578895166038406</id><published>2008-09-05T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:11:28.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMH0oMO0bHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LDT9HC-t0OM/s1600-h/dia+del+padree+021-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMH0oMO0bHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LDT9HC-t0OM/s320/dia+del+padree+021-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242740412551294066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;No hay nada mas difícil que vivir sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/9002340974538543267-1462578895166038406?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/1462578895166038406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=1462578895166038406' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/1462578895166038406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/1462578895166038406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-hay-nada-mas-difcil-que-vivir-sin-ti_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMH0oMO0bHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LDT9HC-t0OM/s72-c/dia+del+padree+021-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-4715731645935489961</id><published>2008-08-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:17:34.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKYNsytBYmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7i54FC2cBZ0/s1600-h/Bariloche+128-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKYNsytBYmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7i54FC2cBZ0/s320/Bariloche+128-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234886680040792674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For your love, for your love, I would give the stars above. For your love, for your love, I would give you all I could. For your love. For your love. For your love. I'd give the moon if it were mine to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For your love. I'd give the stars and the sun 'fore I live. For your love. To thrill you with delight, I'll give you diamonds bright. There'll be things that will excite, to make you dream of me at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For your love - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Yardbirds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-4715731645935489961?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/4715731645935489961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=4715731645935489961' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4715731645935489961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4715731645935489961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-your-love-for-your-love-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKYNsytBYmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7i54FC2cBZ0/s72-c/Bariloche+128-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-8421246339419331396</id><published>2008-08-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:03:35.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make love, not war.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKYLEUpR7pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q7of19DzNM4/s1600-h/___make_love_not_war____by_Jazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKYLEUpR7pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q7of19DzNM4/s320/___make_love_not_war____by_Jazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234883785754013330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-8421246339419331396?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/8421246339419331396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=8421246339419331396' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/8421246339419331396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/8421246339419331396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/08/make-love-not-war.html' title='Make love, not war.'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKYLEUpR7pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q7of19DzNM4/s72-c/___make_love_not_war____by_Jazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-4141086097594057800</id><published>2008-08-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:58:40.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKDR6k2LwUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ngUIdIs3DsY/s1600-h/user998_1166483353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKDR6k2LwUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ngUIdIs3DsY/s320/user998_1166483353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233413571258073410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-4141086097594057800?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/4141086097594057800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=4141086097594057800' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4141086097594057800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4141086097594057800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-soul-but-im-not-soldier.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SKDR6k2LwUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ngUIdIs3DsY/s72-c/user998_1166483353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-2425839039956242014</id><published>2008-08-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:27:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SJ0qnzgbvYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5zBrUS6rQnE/s1600-h/bob-dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SJ0qnzgbvYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5zBrUS6rQnE/s320/bob-dylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232385205403893122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-2425839039956242014?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/2425839039956242014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=2425839039956242014' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/2425839039956242014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/2425839039956242014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-there.html' title='I&apos;m not there'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SJ0qnzgbvYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5zBrUS6rQnE/s72-c/bob-dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-4192666793913658860</id><published>2008-07-28T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:07.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be seeing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SI3D1Wm67TI/AAAAAAAAADw/-7auEmC3srY/s1600-h/the+notebook2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SI3D1Wm67TI/AAAAAAAAADw/-7auEmC3srY/s320/the+notebook2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228050063816322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places. That this heart of mine embraces, all day through. In that small cafe; The park across the way; The children's carousel; The chestnut trees; The wishin' well. I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day; In every thing that's light and gay. I'll always think of you that way. I'll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new. I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you. I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day; In every thing that's light and gay. I'll always think of you that way. I'll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new. I'll be looking at the moon, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll be seeing you - Billie Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9002340974538543267-4192666793913658860?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/4192666793913658860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=4192666793913658860' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4192666793913658860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4192666793913658860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-be-seeing-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be seeing you'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SI3D1Wm67TI/AAAAAAAAADw/-7auEmC3srY/s72-c/the+notebook2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-6096040385124372320</id><published>2008-07-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:11:57.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desea la paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paz&lt;/span&gt; no significa estar en un lugar sin ruidos,&lt;br /&gt;sin problemas,&lt;br /&gt;sin trabajo duro o&lt;br /&gt;sin dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paz&lt;/span&gt; significa que a pesar de estar&lt;br /&gt;en medio de todas estas cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;permanezcamos calmados dentro de nuestro corazón&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Este es el verdadero significado de la &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-6096040385124372320?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/6096040385124372320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=6096040385124372320' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6096040385124372320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6096040385124372320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/desea-la-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-4877675587653124191</id><published>2008-07-26T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:07.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwRnsnbsDI/AAAAAAAAADo/zbV0g7gmUI8/s1600-h/armageddon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwRnsnbsDI/AAAAAAAAADo/zbV0g7gmUI8/s320/armageddon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227572641159426098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed. I'm ready to go. I'm standin here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.  But the dawn is breakin'. It's early morn,  the taxis waitin', he's blowin his horn. Already I'm so lonesome, I could die. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go. '&lt;/span&gt;Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go. Theres so many times I've let you down. So many times I've played around, but I tell you baby, they don't mean a thing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every place I go, I think of you. Every song I sing, I sing for you. &lt;/span&gt;When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-4877675587653124191?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/4877675587653124191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=4877675587653124191' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4877675587653124191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/4877675587653124191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwRnsnbsDI/AAAAAAAAADo/zbV0g7gmUI8/s72-c/armageddon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-420204642257724624</id><published>2008-07-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:07.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwP478_ZJI/AAAAAAAAADg/fyBDy6L9xx4/s1600-h/1217078465127_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwP478_ZJI/AAAAAAAAADg/fyBDy6L9xx4/s320/1217078465127_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227570738310898834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-420204642257724624?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/420204642257724624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=420204642257724624' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/420204642257724624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/420204642257724624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-romances-begin-for-all-kinds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwP478_ZJI/AAAAAAAAADg/fyBDy6L9xx4/s72-c/1217078465127_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-8636819948850865022</id><published>2008-07-26T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:08.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwOUTE1okI/AAAAAAAAADY/xWDbLODB29M/s1600-h/ss-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwOUTE1okI/AAAAAAAAADY/xWDbLODB29M/s320/ss-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227569009351041602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bonel, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;W.H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-8636819948850865022?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/8636819948850865022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=8636819948850865022' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/8636819948850865022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/8636819948850865022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop-all-clocks-cut-off-telephone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIwOUTE1okI/AAAAAAAAADY/xWDbLODB29M/s72-c/ss-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-2487124508065179193</id><published>2008-07-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:13:01.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La loca de San Blas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ella despidió a su amor el partió en un barco en el muelle de san Blas. Él juró que volvería y empapada en llanto ella juró que esperaría. Miles de lunas pasaron y siempre ella estaba en el muelle esperando. Muchas tardes se anidaron, se anidaron en su pelo y en sus labios. Llevaba el mismo vestido y por si él volviera no se fuera a equivocar. Los cangrejos le mordían su ropaje, su tristeza y su ilusión. Y el tiempo se escurrió y sus ojos se le llenaron de amaneceres y del mar se enamoró y su cuerpo se enraizó en el muelle.  Sola,  sola en el olvido, sola, sola con su espíritu, sola, sola con su amor el mar, sola en el muelle de san Blas. Su cabello se blanqueó pero ningún barco a su amor le devolvía, y en el pueblo le decían, le decían la loca del muelle de san Blas. Y una tarde de abril la intentaron transladar al manicomio; nadie la pudo arrancar y del mar nunca jamás la separaron. Sola, sola en el olvido, sola, sola con su espíritu, sola, sola con su amor el mar, sola en el muelle de san Blas. Sola en el olvido. Sola con su espíritu. Sola con su amor el mar. Sola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;sola en el olvido, sola, sola con su espíritu, sola, sola con su amor el mar, sola en el muelle de san Blas.  Se quedó. Se quedó. Sola, sola, se quedó. Se quedó con el sol y con el mar. Se quedó ahí. Se quedó hasta el fin. Se quedó ahí, se quedó en el muelle de san Blas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sola, sola, sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-2487124508065179193?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/2487124508065179193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=2487124508065179193' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/2487124508065179193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/2487124508065179193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/ella-despidi-su-amor-el-parti-en-un.html' title='La loca de San Blas'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-5342466968106800962</id><published>2008-07-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:53:32.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Te extraño más que nunca&lt;/span&gt; y no sé qué hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 228, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;despierto y te recuerdo al amanecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me espera otro día&lt;br /&gt;por vivir  sin ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El espejo no miente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;                                    &lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(147, 228, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me veo tan diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;me haces falta tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La gente&lt;/span&gt; pasa y pasa siempre tan igual- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;el ritmo de la vida me parece mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;era tan diferente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cuando estabas tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sí que era diferente cuando estabas tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;No hay nada mas difícil que vivir sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-5342466968106800962?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/5342466968106800962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=5342466968106800962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5342466968106800962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5342466968106800962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/te-extrao-ms-que-nunca-y-no-s-qu-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-6571607229561449438</id><published>2008-07-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:08.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un año</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS_gU8dkmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Db3OZUCXpvg/s1600-h/Bariloche+021-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS_gU8dkmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Db3OZUCXpvg/s320/Bariloche+021-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225512029755642466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;¿Como explicarte lo que siento ahora? Se me hace tan dificil expresarme sin caer en el simple te extraño y te quiero. Porque no. Con eso no llega ni a un decimo a lo que siento. Hoy se hace un año de tu llegada, nunca me imagine y seguramente vos tampoco que con esto ibas a revolucionar mi vida. Me pongo a pensar, en todo lo que cambiamos, crecimos y maduramos juntas. Pusimos nuestras diferencias a un lado (aunque nunca tuvimos muchas) y fuimos realmente hermanas. ¿Que estoy diciendo? Somos realmente hermanas. Mas alla de la distancia (que es bastante) seguimos estando juntas. Vos estas acá conmigo! y en cada segundo, yo estoy con vos. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Every move you make. Every vow you break. Every smile you fake. Every claim you stake. Ill be watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gracias por todos las cosas que me hiciste pasar Liv,  hiciste que todo sea perfecto siempre.  Tenemos millones de recuerdos que nunca se van a borrar de mi corazon y siempre van a ser parte de mi. Aunque ahora me hagas mucha falta, se que falta cada vez menos para estar con vos y poder abrazarte denuevo! Te quiero Liv, no te podes imaginar cuanto!&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/9002340974538543267-6571607229561449438?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/6571607229561449438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=6571607229561449438' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6571607229561449438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6571607229561449438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-ao.html' title='Un año'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS_gU8dkmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Db3OZUCXpvg/s72-c/Bariloche+021-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-3607347693769985533</id><published>2008-07-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:08.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Turks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS7SAXeXqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9daFpIE4aB4/s1600-h/Rod-Stewart_180148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS7SAXeXqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9daFpIE4aB4/s320/Rod-Stewart_180148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225507385667116706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket and a head full of dreams.  He said somehow, some way, it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her bags, left a note for her momma, she was just seventeen, there were tears in her eyes when she kissed her little sister goodbye.  They held each other tight as they drove on through the night they were so exited. We got just one shot of life, let's take it while we're still not afraid. Because life is so brief and time is a thief when you're undecided. And like a fistful of sand, it can slip right through your hands.  Young hearts be free tonight. Time is on your side,  don't let them put you down, don't let 'em push you around,&lt;br /&gt;don't let 'em ever change your point of view. Paradise was closed so they headed for the coast in a blissful manner. They took a tworoom apartment that was jumping ev'ry night of the week. Happiness was found in each other's arms as expected, yeah. Billy pierced his ears, drove a pickup like a lunatic, ooh! Young hearts be free tonight.Time is on your side, don't let them put you down, don't let 'em push you around, don't let 'em ever change your point of view. Young hearts be free &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS77YIPaII/AAAAAAAAADI/uyMSPniCkvY/s1600-h/rod_stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS77YIPaII/AAAAAAAAADI/uyMSPniCkvY/s320/rod_stewart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225508096420309122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tonight.Time is on your side.  Billy wrote a letter back home to Patti's parents tryin' to explain. He said we're both real sorry that it had to turn out this way. But there ain't no point in talking when there's nobody list'ning so we just ran away. Patti gave birth to a ten pound baby boy, yeah! Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side. Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side. Young hearts be free tonight, time in on your side. Young hearts gotta run free, be free, live free. Time is on, time is on your side. Time, time, time, time is on your side, is on your side, is on your side, is on your side. Young heart be free tonight tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-1883682942130016"; google_alternate_color = "FFFFFF"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; //2007-04-03: quedeletras-com google_ad_channel = "6215332939"; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "CC0000"; google_color_text = "000000"; google_color_url = "E1771E"; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-3607347693769985533?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/3607347693769985533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=3607347693769985533' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/3607347693769985533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/3607347693769985533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/billy-left-his-home-with-dollar-in-his.html' title='Young Turks'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS7SAXeXqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9daFpIE4aB4/s72-c/Rod-Stewart_180148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-5271073307203444848</id><published>2008-07-21T09:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:08.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH6owmbT5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p-0SXuRJ71w/s1600-h/Bariloche+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH6owmbT5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p-0SXuRJ71w/s320/Bariloche+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223798170698638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days feel like years when I'm alone and the bed where you lie is made up on your side. When you walk away. I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too.&lt;/span&gt; When you're gone all the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it OK.&lt;b&gt; &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [...] &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've never felt this way before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt; And the clothes you left they lie on my floor. And they smell just like you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the things that you do.&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/9002340974538543267-5271073307203444848?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/5271073307203444848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=5271073307203444848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5271073307203444848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5271073307203444848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH6owmbT5FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p-0SXuRJ71w/s72-c/Bariloche+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-5828064922977551194</id><published>2008-07-21T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt; &lt;a name="5186465163835025629"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH_H7vWHJDI/AAAAAAAAACY/7mxcQM4gaIM/s1600-h/1197422869_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH_H7vWHJDI/AAAAAAAAACY/7mxcQM4gaIM/s320/1197422869_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224113921908483122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A. &lt;/span&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.&lt;/span&gt; But I'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll be there for you like I've been there before&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be there for you because you're there for me too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're still in bed at ten, but work began at eight.&lt;/span&gt; You burned your breakfast, so far things are going great. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Your mother warned you there'd be days like these. &lt;/span&gt;But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That I'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour. &lt;/span&gt;I'll be there for you like I've been there before. I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'ll be there for you because you're there for me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-5828064922977551194?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/5828064922977551194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=5828064922977551194' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5828064922977551194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5828064922977551194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH_H7vWHJDI/AAAAAAAAACY/7mxcQM4gaIM/s72-c/1197422869_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-1293955151742895460</id><published>2008-07-21T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:09.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No necesito nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH9dTeqf1pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vh5sGaTDUV8/s1600-h/Bariloche+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH9dTeqf1pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vh5sGaTDUV8/s320/Bariloche+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223996682003273362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acostumbrado, equivocado, no veo el cielo, está nublado. Apareciste sin que te buscara nadie, no esperaba encontrarte ahí. Tal vez tu risa no tenía sombras, no tenía cara, fue todo lo que ví. Me prestaste un beso, me prestaste calma, me prestaste todo lo que me faltaba. Tenés la receta justa para hacerme sonreir y todo el tiempo. Sabés lo que me asusta sabés lo que me gusta estar con vos. Me robaste el cuerpo, me robaste el alma, ya es tuya la voz con la que antes cantaba. Me quitás el sueño, me quitás el habla pero si estoy con vos no necesito nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Te extraño mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-1293955151742895460?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/1293955151742895460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=1293955151742895460' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/1293955151742895460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/1293955151742895460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-necesito-nada.html' title='No necesito nada'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH9dTeqf1pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Vh5sGaTDUV8/s72-c/Bariloche+217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-5709450500048398621</id><published>2008-07-21T09:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:09.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH9aEd8ubCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vgOhrth-xv0/s1600-h/%28L%29+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,verdana,arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-5709450500048398621?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/5709450500048398621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=5709450500048398621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5709450500048398621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5709450500048398621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-want-to-miss-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-6300886813658677700</id><published>2008-07-21T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:09.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://howtodissappearcompletly.blogspot.com/2008/07/estacion.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH66AEFX98I/AAAAAAAAABA/5R3shphj9-Q/s1600-h/Bariloche+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH66AEFX98I/AAAAAAAAABA/5R3shphj9-Q/s320/Bariloche+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223817128055404482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Todos sabemos que fue un verano descalzo y rubio que arrastraba entre los pies gotas claras de mar oscuro. En el pecho dos médanos eternos y en los ojos un cielo transparente que miraba detrás del sol serena y furiosamente. Quizás sepan que tenía una eterna compañera que reía y se entragaba desnuda sobre la arena que volaba cuando estaba en algún sueño, para despertarse dentro de su dueño, al que le daba su amor hermosa y salvajemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-6300886813658677700?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/6300886813658677700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=6300886813658677700' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6300886813658677700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/6300886813658677700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/estacion.html' title='Estacion'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SH66AEFX98I/AAAAAAAAABA/5R3shphj9-Q/s72-c/Bariloche+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-1406334545587750393</id><published>2008-07-21T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:28:51.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE THE PLANET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se estima que en los próximos años, millones de personas a lo largo de todo el globo perderán sus hogares, sufrirán de hambre, escasez de agua y enfermedades debido al aumento de las temperaturas globales. Anualmente decenas de miles mueren por los impactos del cambio climático, y de seguir así las perspectivas son alarmantes.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Energía y Clima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La actual actividad energética tiene enormes impactos: lluvias ácidas, contaminación de mares y suelos, destrucción de bosques, residuos radiactivos, el cambio climático global y el agotamiento de recursos no renovables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El calentamiento global es una de las peores amenazas que enfrentamos: se incrementan eventos meteorológicos extremos como sequías, huracanes e inundaciones, expansión de enfermedades y cambios climáticos que pondrán en crisis a los ecosistemas de todo el planeta. Su origen es el uso de los combustibles fósiles como gas, petróleo y carbón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es necesario un rápido abandono de esos combustibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante los últimos 100 años la temperatura aumentó 0,8° C. El 2005 fue el año record, le siguen el año 1998, 2002, 2003 y 2006. Los 15 años más calurosos desde que se tiene registro (1867) han ocurrido desde 1980. Los cuatro años más calurosos han ocurrido en los últimos cinco años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Según el IPCC (Panel Intergubernamental de Cambio Climático, por sus siglas en ingles) la temperatura global aumentará entre 1,4 y 5,8 º C en el período 1990-2100. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;El calentamiento proyectado no tiene precedentes en los últimos 10.000 años.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;¿Cuanto cambio climático estamos dispuestos a tolerar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Acorde a las impactos estimados por el IPCC se puede evaluar que una elevación de la temperatura promedio global de &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1° C - 2° C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; resultaría “el máximo tolerable” imprescindible para minimizar el daño del cambio climático.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta debería ser la meta que guíe las políticas a implementarse en materia de cambio climático. Aunque este aumento supone igualmente poner en riesgo a millones de personas de todo el mundo, es probablemente, la mejor alternativa que hoy tenemos a nuestro alcance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debido a la cantidad de gases que provocan el calentamiento global que ya se han emitido, enfrentaremos en las próximas décadas &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;un aumento ya inevitable en la temperatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; promedio global de entre 1,2 -1,3° C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tenemos que actuar muy rápidamente y realizar reducciones de emisiones muy radicales si queremos evitar los daños asociados con un aumento superior a los 2° C de la temperatura media global.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto significa comenzar a reducir ya mismo las emisiones. Desde una perspectiva moral, legal y práctica, los costos iniciales de la reducción de emisiones deben recaer en los países industrializados. Se requieren reducciones de al menos el 30% en relación con los niveles del año 1990 para el 2020 en los países industrializados, con una meta de reducción de al menos el 75% para mediados de siglo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalmente necesitamos reducir el total de las emisiones en un 50% para mediados del siglo. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hacer esto es técnica y económicamente posible, lo único que falta es auténtico liderazgo y voluntad política.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterate de lo que podes hacer para revertir este cambio: &lt;a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/argentina/"&gt;http://www.greenpeace.org/argentina/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-1406334545587750393?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/1406334545587750393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=1406334545587750393' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/1406334545587750393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/1406334545587750393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/save-planet.html' title='SAVE THE PLANET!'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-5292109841795123300</id><published>2008-07-21T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:09.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give peace a chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS4mtq8qwI/AAAAAAAAACs/cydds_rKpxc/s1600-h/John_Lennon_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS4mtq8qwI/AAAAAAAAACs/cydds_rKpxc/s320/John_Lennon_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225504442890889986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All we are saying is give piece a chance, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; All we are saying is give piece a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; C'mon &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ev'rybody's talking about ministers, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sinister, Banisters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And canisters, Bishops, Fishops, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Rabbis, and Pop eyes, Bye, bye, bye byes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; All we are saying is give peace a chance, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; All we are saying is give peace a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Let me tell you now &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Revoluton, evolution, masturbation, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Flagellation, regulation, integrations, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Meditations, United Nations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Congratulations &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ev'rybody's talking about &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Tommy Copper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Allen Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Hare &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9002340974538543267-5292109841795123300?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/5292109841795123300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=5292109841795123300' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5292109841795123300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/5292109841795123300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/give-peace-chance.html' title='Give peace a chance'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS4mtq8qwI/AAAAAAAAACs/cydds_rKpxc/s72-c/John_Lennon_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9002340974538543267.post-376327659126529020</id><published>2008-07-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:53:09.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS3uUy7LfI/AAAAAAAAACk/qcU76r2s4DY/s1600-h/romeo-juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS3uUy7LfI/AAAAAAAAACk/qcU76r2s4DY/s320/romeo-juliet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225503474140786162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well, you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now you just say, "Oh, Romeo, yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love you like the stars above, I love you till I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And there's a place for us, you know the movie song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't do the talk, like the talk on the TV and I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't do everything, but I'd do anything for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't do anything except be in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All I do is keep the beat, and the bad company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And all I do is kiss you, through the bars of Orion. Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you like the stars above, I'll love you till I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's a place for us, you know the movie song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you gonna realize, it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A lovestruck Romeo he sings the streets a serenade laying everybody low with a love song that he made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Find a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade. He says something like, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You and me, babe, how about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/9002340974538543267-376327659126529020?l=romancein-durango.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/feeds/376327659126529020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9002340974538543267&amp;postID=376327659126529020' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/376327659126529020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9002340974538543267/posts/default/376327659126529020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romancein-durango.blogspot.com/2008/07/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266492964052480088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SMRaj18ekrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hEJO6rW1naY/S220/liv+7.12+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PD9b87MFsT8/SIS3uUy7LfI/AAAAAAAAACk/qcU76r2s4DY/s72-c/romeo-juliet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
