<?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-3637962163854804800</id><updated>2011-12-22T23:04:40.084-06:00</updated><category term='Software'/><category term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><category term='Hojas Sueltas'/><category term='Reflexiones'/><category term='Cine y otros caprichos'/><title type='text'>[Self's Reminiscence]</title><subtitle type='html'>Ilustrísima entre las pérdidas de su memoria. Establece ella, en el cambio y pasar de los años, una larga tragedia que vislumbra día a día los fraudulentos negocios con el tiempo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-3011329926252244636</id><published>2011-12-22T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:04:40.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Y a tí...?</title><content type='html'>-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A mí me encantan sus ojos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tiene bonita sonrisa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"¿A mí? ¡Es muy apuesto!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A no me gustas por fuera. Tu horrendo perfil del que todos hablan me interesa un carajo, mucho menos tus ojos o tu encanto para ir por la vida, me valen comino. El primer recuerdo que tengo sobre tí, es uno donde eras vulnerable y feliz, eso me cautivó desde un principio. Después te conocí nervioso, dudando, inseguro; ahí no pude resistir mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso, todo eso me gusta de tí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3011329926252244636?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3011329926252244636/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3011329926252244636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3011329926252244636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3011329926252244636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-ti.html' title='¿Y a tí...?'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-9106542927589145990</id><published>2011-12-14T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:42:22.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-"No sucederá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así empecé a besarte, cerrando los ojos sin que nada mas me importara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"No sucederá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pusiste tus brazos alrededor mío, suspiraste. Y como si yo no hubiera existido sino hasta unos minutos atrás, me quedé fría y con mi mano temblando te tomé del cuello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"No sucederá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dí la vuelta y decidida a dormirme, escondí la cara entre tus sábanas. Sin darme cuenta me afirmaste a tu pecho y sentí que en ese momento estaba perdida. Torpemente te tomé de la mano, y dormí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"No sucederá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminábamos sin rumbo mientras tus caprichosos labios buscaban cómo hacerme reaccionar. Extasiada por el ruido de la ciudad y tu singular forma de llamar mi atención, me perdí en reflexiones tontas mientras fascinada miré la cornisa de cada edificio que se aproximaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"No sucederá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacaste de tu abrigo un pedazo de papel y lo pusiste en mi mano. Adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"No sucederá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me importa si no sucederá, no me importa si fue real o no. Si mentiste, si lo imaginé. No me importa, por fin descubrí que te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-9106542927589145990?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9106542927589145990/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=9106542927589145990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9106542927589145990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9106542927589145990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-sucedera-asi-empece-besarte-cerrando.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1459211716531319146</id><published>2011-12-12T18:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:07:41.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recuerdo que veía tus ojos intentando descifrarlo, y a la vez los evitaba para no saberlo. Cuánta indecisión. Creí que podría evadirlo y llegar hasta este punto sin daño alguno, pero no pude. Pudo en mí la sorpresa inmimente de darme cuenta que aún no tengo la forma de desvanecer de mi cabeza nada de lo que pasa; supongo que ya no he de intentarlo mas. Si sucede, está bien. Si no estás, también está bien. Aunque llore, aunque me entristezca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad no sé cómo paso esto, ni por qué. No lo ví venir, tanta tristeza junta, no la entiendo y me irrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te preguntas por qué demonios no te digo nada: es porque cuando no estás, todo decide aflorar y se lo digo al silencio, porque él aunque no entienda respeta, porque siempre está ahí incluso si no digo nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente me encuentro en un punto de la vida en el que puedo decir 'whatever it means'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1459211716531319146?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1459211716531319146/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1459211716531319146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1459211716531319146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1459211716531319146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/12/recuerdo-que-veia-tus-ojos-intentando.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1915439081832128775</id><published>2011-12-12T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:06:05.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New tears</title><content type='html'>Coming out this December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1915439081832128775?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1915439081832128775/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1915439081832128775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1915439081832128775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1915439081832128775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-tears.html' title='New tears'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1340705631986270990</id><published>2011-07-03T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:52:58.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta vez no era igual. No había sucedido nada parecido antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Elisse la recorrió un escalofrío que la dejó helada desde el primer cabello hasta el último dedo del pie. Luego lloró en silencio. Era como sentir que nevaba dentro de ella. Un sentimiento estremecedor. Infelizmente tierno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1340705631986270990?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1340705631986270990/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1340705631986270990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1340705631986270990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1340705631986270990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-vez-no-era-igual.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1293677301927604079</id><published>2011-03-08T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:32:01.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Algún día...</title><content type='html'>aunque ya tenga setenta años,&lt;br /&gt;llegaré a donde estés, y te diré:&lt;br /&gt;"Hola, siempre te he amado, es un placer conocerte."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1293677301927604079?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1293677301927604079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1293677301927604079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1293677301927604079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1293677301927604079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2011/03/algun-dia.html' title='Algún día...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-8571286368032580695</id><published>2010-11-15T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:14:38.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happens when snow melts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It becomes spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-8571286368032580695?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8571286368032580695/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=8571286368032580695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8571286368032580695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8571286368032580695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-happens-when-snow-melts-it-becomes.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-5147653380394269013</id><published>2010-10-28T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:50:01.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay ocasiones como esta en la que ese sofocante sentimiento de tristeza me invade&lt;br /&gt;Y tantas preguntas vienen a mi mente, un escalofrío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy triste. Toqué fondo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5147653380394269013?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5147653380394269013/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5147653380394269013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5147653380394269013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5147653380394269013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/hay-ocasiones-como-esta-en-la-que-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-7692999548158655552</id><published>2010-10-22T00:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:33:26.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No sé querer a las personas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Me ayudas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7692999548158655552?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7692999548158655552/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=7692999548158655552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7692999548158655552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7692999548158655552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-se-querer-las-personas-me-ayudas.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1230919102532327220</id><published>2010-10-21T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:05:17.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era lógico&lt;br /&gt;No contaba con eso&lt;br /&gt;Pero tengo miedo, de que des un solo paso mas y estés cerca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disculpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1230919102532327220?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1230919102532327220/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1230919102532327220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1230919102532327220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1230919102532327220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/era-logico-no-contaba-con-eso-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2541527435142974825</id><published>2010-10-08T02:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T02:02:20.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>Por ser mi mejor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo su ausencia me quedaba después de su partida, nada más. De repente apareciste tu, como si te hubiera enviado ella antes de irse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2541527435142974825?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2541527435142974825/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2541527435142974825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2541527435142974825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2541527435142974825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/10/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2670872756936102614</id><published>2010-09-24T20:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:55:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando fundas tu espada con la carne de tu oponente no titubees, el dolor se hace más intenso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2670872756936102614?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2670872756936102614/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2670872756936102614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2670872756936102614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2670872756936102614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/cuando-fundas-tu-espada-con-la-carne-de.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6037909631894503423</id><published>2010-09-23T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:42:21.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siempre termino recordando esa vez en la que no pude decírtelo y te fuiste. Ahora nunca más ahorro las palabras. Te lo prometo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6037909631894503423?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6037909631894503423/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6037909631894503423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6037909631894503423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6037909631894503423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/siempre-termino-recordando-esa-vez-en.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-7594042020589555053</id><published>2010-09-23T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:37:17.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Y esque llegan tus sueños a mis pensamientos, haciéndome un recuerdo de algo que nunca pasó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7594042020589555053?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2569061408367489503</id><published>2010-09-04T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:14:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este día te lo dedico a tí...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2569061408367489503?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2569061408367489503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2569061408367489503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2569061408367489503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2569061408367489503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/09/este-dia-te-lo-dedico-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2914486594314561937</id><published>2010-09-04T01:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:25:28.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last days the only gift you take from me...are tears, and sadness...&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2667856699208181145</id><published>2010-08-29T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:55:11.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creí que podía evitarlo</title><content type='html'>Pero entendí que debía escuchar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2667856699208181145?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2667856699208181145/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2667856699208181145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2667856699208181145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2667856699208181145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/crei-que-podia-evitarlo.html' title='Creí que podía evitarlo'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-4718093553557176633</id><published>2010-08-26T16:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:52:56.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Como un buen amor</title><content type='html'>Un buen vino, no hay mejor para el paladar que el más añejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me reía de mí misma, mientras pensaba en tí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-4718093553557176633?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4718093553557176633/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=4718093553557176633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4718093553557176633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4718093553557176633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/como-un-buen-amor.html' title='Como un buen amor'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3407744680866406480</id><published>2010-08-26T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:47:26.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me dí cuenta</title><content type='html'>De que nunca quise que invadieras mi espacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dí la vuelta, saqué la música de mi bolsillo, y sonreí mientras te contemplaba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3407744680866406480?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3407744680866406480/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3407744680866406480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3407744680866406480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3407744680866406480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-di-cuenta.html' title='Me dí cuenta'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1669764569524878284</id><published>2010-07-18T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:52:01.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dos cosas que endulzan mi alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La música&lt;br /&gt;Tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1669764569524878284?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1669764569524878284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1669764569524878284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1669764569524878284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1669764569524878284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/07/dos-cosas-que-endulzan-mi-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-4059702778863055714</id><published>2010-05-19T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:46:34.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a point in the sky, a light...wich I see every night...&lt;br /&gt;It's useless, none is able to figure it, but I know someone else is looking at the same point, and is fighting everyday to reach it just like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-4059702778863055714?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4059702778863055714/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=4059702778863055714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4059702778863055714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4059702778863055714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-point-in-sky-light.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3674434803903780969</id><published>2010-05-18T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:55:12.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>43</title><content type='html'>[...] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Y tampoco hagamos menos la terrible influencia que el cristianismo ha ejrecido en la política. Ya nadie tiene interés en exigir sus ventajas, en que se le reconozcan sus derechos y su respeto hacia sí mismo y hacia los otros, a nadie le importa sentirse distinto, el hombre ha perdido la pasión por ser mejor y distinguido."&lt;/span&gt; [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-El Anticristo: F. Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3674434803903780969?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3674434803903780969/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3674434803903780969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3674434803903780969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3674434803903780969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/43.html' title='43'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1728793969412282263</id><published>2010-05-15T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:55:34.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Eso que no puedo decir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-¿Lo escuchaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Sí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ya, bueno, no lo dije.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1728793969412282263?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1728793969412282263/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1728793969412282263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1728793969412282263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1728793969412282263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/eso-que-no-puedo-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-7119956267558875361</id><published>2010-05-15T19:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:05:48.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encuentra tu camino hacia mí...</title><content type='html'>o me quedaré esperando siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7119956267558875361?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7119956267558875361/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=7119956267558875361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7119956267558875361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7119956267558875361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/encuentra-tu-camino-hacia-mi.html' title='Encuentra tu camino hacia mí...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6032920731941335716</id><published>2010-05-15T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:38:48.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahora me siento tan consciente de que no quería ser encontrada...&lt;br /&gt;Me estaba escondiendo para que precisamente no sucediera algo así,&lt;br /&gt;me rompe el corazón, pero ya sé que nunca estuve cuerda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora si lo digo&lt;br /&gt;¿Habrá quién quiera escucharlo?&lt;br /&gt;No importa si tiene sentido o no...no es cuestión de cordura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6032920731941335716?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6032920731941335716/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6032920731941335716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6032920731941335716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6032920731941335716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahora-me-siento-tan-consciente-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3582919331833805488</id><published>2009-11-05T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:58:11.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy enojada&lt;br /&gt;Porque las personas más cercanas a mí, decepcionan&lt;br /&gt;Porque echan las cosas a perder&lt;br /&gt;Porque son incapaces de conocer la reciprocidad&lt;br /&gt;Porque son inmensamente egoístas&lt;br /&gt;Porque no se dan cuenta que me lastiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy aún mas enojada conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me permito todas esas cosas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3582919331833805488?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3582919331833805488/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3582919331833805488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3582919331833805488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3582919331833805488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/estoy-enojada-porque-las-personas-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-357074614109950201</id><published>2009-11-03T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:49:02.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es esta bendita temporada&lt;br /&gt;Me recuerda cuánto he perdido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-357074614109950201?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/357074614109950201/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=357074614109950201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/357074614109950201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/357074614109950201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-esta-bendita-temporada-me-recuerda.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2192220692721653658</id><published>2009-11-01T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:51:28.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despertó con una llovizna que mojaba delicadamente su piel,&lt;br /&gt;y con los latidos incesantes del corazón de él, que yacía a su lado.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad fueron sus manos tibias en los brazos de Ellise las que hicieron que abriera los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Insistentes, cuestionantes, era algo de nunca acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Por más que ella quisiera explicar lo que había pasado él simplemente seguía preguntando. Y ella ya no supo qué decir.&lt;br /&gt;Tomó sus zandalias y bajó al departamento, a preparar el café y servirle el desayuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-¿Lágrimas? No, ya no puedo llorar&lt;/span&gt;, decía Ellise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Déjalo, vete de su lado&lt;/span&gt; - le decía una voz grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Es como si estuviera atrapada en mí misma. En ese sueño que no quiero tener pero cuando cierro los ojos no puedo evitar no volver a abrirlos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2192220692721653658?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2192220692721653658/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2192220692721653658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2192220692721653658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2192220692721653658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/desperto-con-una-llovizna-que-mojaba.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-48842859559750488</id><published>2009-11-01T20:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:19:40.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No pasa nada..." Ese pensamiento rondó por la cabeza de Ellise toda la noche,&lt;br /&gt;mientras él estaba dormido a su lado como si realmente la discusión no hubiera existido.&lt;br /&gt;Sus ojos permanecieron cerrados toda la noche, pero su mente no la dejó descansar.&lt;br /&gt;"No pasa nada..."&lt;br /&gt;Ellise se levantó de la cama, no en silencio, no esperando que él no despertara, sino simplemente sentía una opresión en el pecho que la hacía salir huyendo. Subió todas las escaleras del edificio hasta llegar a la azotea, y así entre la penumbra de la luna ausente y el sol que no brillaba, Ellise cayó rendida al fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-48842859559750488?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/48842859559750488/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=48842859559750488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/48842859559750488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/48842859559750488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-pasa-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1947509956866184856</id><published>2009-10-25T01:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:51:15.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es extraño...pero cada vez que has estado cerca mío, días antes empiezo a tener una explosión de razonamientos y pensamientos acerca de tí...que me traen abrumada. Que yo recuerde ninguna de esas ocasiones sabía que iba a verte. Luego apareces justo en el momento en el que me encuentro en medio de todo ese caos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es que esté &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no contenta&lt;/span&gt; de verte...sino que no acostumbro a exteriorizar...y cuando estoy tan nerviosa todo sale de la peor manera al parecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1947509956866184856?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1947509956866184856/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1947509956866184856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1947509956866184856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1947509956866184856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/10/es-extrano.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-7562514504096697648</id><published>2009-10-04T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:04:34.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esque ya no está...Y yo siento que alguna vez he de encontrarle...debe estar en algún lado...siento que debo salvarlo de algo para que vuelva...Necesito que esté conmigo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te juro que escuché eso y pude sentir la inconsolable tristeza que guarda el alma de la persona que lo dijo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7562514504096697648?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7562514504096697648/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=7562514504096697648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7562514504096697648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7562514504096697648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/10/esque-ya-no-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3799681492138410779</id><published>2009-10-02T04:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T04:06:50.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fue raro</title><content type='html'>Que hoy, después de mucho&lt;br /&gt;Sintiera que soy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Que aún existe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eso&lt;/span&gt; que me motiva,&lt;br /&gt;que me enamoré de lo que hago,&lt;br /&gt;que me inspira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sea por un instante...aún puedo sonreír al sentirlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3799681492138410779?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3799681492138410779/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3799681492138410779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3799681492138410779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3799681492138410779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/10/fue-raro.html' title='Fue raro'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3055636221379386347</id><published>2009-09-06T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:02:16.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....Y las horas se entrelazaron en sus ojos, que permanecieron abiertos desde aquel día. (...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3055636221379386347?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3055636221379386347/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3055636221379386347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3055636221379386347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3055636221379386347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1925158576566162381</id><published>2009-09-02T00:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:55:11.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><content type='html'>Hay algo, que no me deja dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Que me hacía dormir antes y ahora me mantiene impaciente,&lt;br /&gt;que no me permite concentrarme bien,&lt;br /&gt;que me quita el hambre,&lt;br /&gt;que me da sed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1925158576566162381?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1925158576566162381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1925158576566162381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-5979087379734494944</id><published>2009-04-24T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:48:05.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me hace gracia</title><content type='html'>Cuando &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi novio&lt;/span&gt; corre hacia mí, y me besa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5979087379734494944?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5979087379734494944/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5979087379734494944&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5979087379734494944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5979087379734494944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-hace-gracia.html' title='Me hace gracia'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2355515349243438773</id><published>2009-02-23T21:29:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:29:22.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Por si no le agarras...</title><content type='html'>Gracias a Paquitou que me recordó que puede caerme la 'policía' por postear estas cosas hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tu, me imagino que ni has instalado el disco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2355515349243438773?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2355515349243438773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2355515349243438773&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2355515349243438773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2355515349243438773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-si-no-le-agarras.html' title='Por si no le agarras...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-7428140722380867325</id><published>2009-02-18T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:39:15.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SZxHmuWKyWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w1iOKphjd1c/s1600-h/lipsum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SZxHmuWKyWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w1iOKphjd1c/s320/lipsum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304193191737215330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7428140722380867325?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7428140722380867325/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=7428140722380867325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7428140722380867325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7428140722380867325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SZxHmuWKyWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w1iOKphjd1c/s72-c/lipsum.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1186662862394328908</id><published>2009-02-17T22:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:11:32.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Son tres veces ya...</title><content type='html'>En las que tu y yo sabemos que algo dirás, pero no lo haces. Me gusta que lo olvides porque así puedo imaginármelo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1186662862394328908?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1186662862394328908/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1186662862394328908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1186662862394328908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1186662862394328908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-tres-veces-ya.html' title='Son tres veces ya...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6707824432523156332</id><published>2009-02-12T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:10:29.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning...</title><content type='html'>Ellise estuvo a punto de coger el teléfono y llamarle, cuando recordó que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; no tienen línea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6707824432523156332?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6707824432523156332/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6707824432523156332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6707824432523156332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6707824432523156332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning.html' title='Morning...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-5202009595422328536</id><published>2009-01-31T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:58:52.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmm</title><content type='html'>Yes, whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5202009595422328536?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5202009595422328536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5202009595422328536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5202009595422328536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5202009595422328536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/01/emmm.html' title='Emmm'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6868842164454956007</id><published>2009-01-27T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:14:06.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy.</title><content type='html'>Me encontré con una libélula donde debías estar tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6868842164454956007?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6868842164454956007/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6868842164454956007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6868842164454956007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6868842164454956007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoy.html' title='Hoy.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3449573934493556443</id><published>2008-12-29T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:33:35.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SVjtPy-wh8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0JfT9eNeHR8/s1600-h/fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SVjtPy-wh8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0JfT9eNeHR8/s320/fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235018358097858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pako-osorio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lo&lt;/a&gt; que se encuentra uno en el súper días antes de Nochebuena ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3449573934493556443?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3449573934493556443/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3449573934493556443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3449573934493556443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3449573934493556443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/12/lo-que-se-encuentra-uno-en-el-sper-das.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SVjtPy-wh8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/0JfT9eNeHR8/s72-c/fd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2123068594487620323</id><published>2008-12-11T12:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:55:15.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me río</title><content type='html'>Cuando nos gritamos entre ventanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2123068594487620323?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2123068594487620323/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2123068594487620323&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2123068594487620323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2123068594487620323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-ro.html' title='Me río'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-9116642539173275053</id><published>2008-12-03T23:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:03:48.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The path to death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/STdyYmSRnvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c0oL7S7J_hE/s1600-h/02122008348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/STdyYmSRnvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c0oL7S7J_hE/s320/02122008348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275811255407451890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso fue antier! Parece que puedo decir que al menos me fue fiel hasta el final (del semestre)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-9116642539173275053?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9116642539173275053/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=9116642539173275053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9116642539173275053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9116642539173275053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/12/path-to-death.html' title='The path to death.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/STdyYmSRnvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c0oL7S7J_hE/s72-c/02122008348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-5786232987202289316</id><published>2008-12-02T13:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:06:30.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Shareando'.</title><content type='html'>Si! Felicitaciones Mr. Jefe de Departamento n___________n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5786232987202289316?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5786232987202289316/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5786232987202289316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5786232987202289316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5786232987202289316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/12/shareando.html' title='&apos;Shareando&apos;.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-1320173099634163760</id><published>2008-11-04T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:02:05.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Soy ruda</title><content type='html'>...y hoy no me cambiaré para ponerme la pijama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1320173099634163760?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1320173099634163760/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1320173099634163760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1320173099634163760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1320173099634163760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/11/soy-ruda.html' title='Soy ruda'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-831780831740369067</id><published>2008-10-29T09:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:27:29.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>Navegando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pijijiapan.net/index.php?blog=2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 317px;" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/eiensei/Otros/pijiji.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando en internet la imagen fiel de un altar me topé con ésta página, y al parecer está bien hechecita, no he leído el contenido pero me pareció interesante que tengan una página web. Lo que más me impactó fue el Pijiji &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shining&lt;/span&gt; en la cabecera.&lt;br /&gt;Bien por los de Pijijiapan! Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-831780831740369067?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/831780831740369067/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=831780831740369067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/831780831740369067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/831780831740369067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/10/navegando.html' title='Navegando'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/eiensei/Otros/th_pijiji.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-5240671911174030776</id><published>2008-10-10T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:57:34.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop smothering me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5240671911174030776?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5240671911174030776/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5240671911174030776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5240671911174030776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5240671911174030776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-smothering-me.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6063884514925065603</id><published>2008-10-06T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:09:49.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Ser o no ser?</title><content type='html'>Esa es la cuestión. En la siguiente foto, ¿Es el juego &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coleccionable&lt;/span&gt;, o lo son las cartas? Según yo son las cartas, pero juzgue usted mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SOmdSeKHnJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S8S9BgPFhlI/s1600-h/04102008257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SOmdSeKHnJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S8S9BgPFhlI/s320/04102008257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253903380963105938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ví la imagen en la puerta me dije ¿Ah? Son cartas coleccionables! Espera...el juego se colecciona? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6063884514925065603?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6063884514925065603/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6063884514925065603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6063884514925065603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6063884514925065603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/10/ser-o-no-ser.html' title='¿Ser o no ser?'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SOmdSeKHnJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S8S9BgPFhlI/s72-c/04102008257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-8897403342061199016</id><published>2008-10-03T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:54:32.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.suck.uk.com/images/mycupanim1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.suck.uk.com/images/mycupanim1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa taza también la quiero, porque es la onda! ¿Quién querría tazas de lorem impsum? Bleh, esto es la onda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-8897403342061199016?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8897403342061199016/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=8897403342061199016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8897403342061199016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8897403342061199016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/10/esa-taza-tambin-la-quiero-porque-es-la.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-9011805413064264086</id><published>2008-09-21T23:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:51:44.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo quiero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SNcjl4Y8isI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gx1NbJoZ8D8/s1600-h/w2_pantone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SNcjl4Y8isI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gx1NbJoZ8D8/s320/w2_pantone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248703024422750914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de estas! Ha ha ha. ¿Se imaginan despertar con un buen café en una taza con un Naranja 021 C? Yo quiero que la mía sea un 2425 C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SNcjmLx3PuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7GNJY-jvlgY/s1600-h/w2_naranja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SNcjmLx3PuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7GNJY-jvlgY/s320/w2_naranja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248703029627535074" 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/3637962163854804800-9011805413064264086?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9011805413064264086/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=9011805413064264086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9011805413064264086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9011805413064264086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-quiero.html' title='Yo quiero...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SNcjl4Y8isI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gx1NbJoZ8D8/s72-c/w2_pantone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-8111554335906367161</id><published>2008-09-19T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:15:30.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idolism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.philosophersguild.com/index.lasso?page_mode=Product_Detail&amp;amp;cat=slipper&amp;amp;skip=0&amp;amp;item=0977"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.philosophersguild.com/index.lasso?page_mode=Product_Detail&amp;amp;cat=slipper&amp;amp;skip=0&amp;amp;item=0977" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philosophersguild.com/index.lasso?page_mode=home"&gt;Esta&lt;/a&gt; página está poca madre. Al menos para gente rara como yo ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha, y todo empezó porque le dije a Pau en broma que debíamos llevar el peluche de Feigenbaum y el de Nietzsche a una exposición de mi clase de calidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.philosophersguild.com/pics/0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.philosophersguild.com/pics/0112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We want those Freud slippers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-8111554335906367161?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8111554335906367161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=8111554335906367161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8111554335906367161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8111554335906367161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/09/idolism.html' title='Idolism.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-4212298103165039947</id><published>2008-09-11T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:48:55.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>En abastecedora de libros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SMlnlTiusYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/38kClJyqyxg/s1600-h/10092008199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SMlnlTiusYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/38kClJyqyxg/s320/10092008199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244837131648414082" 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/3637962163854804800-4212298103165039947?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4212298103165039947/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=4212298103165039947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4212298103165039947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4212298103165039947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/09/en-abastecedora-de-libros.html' title='En abastecedora de libros.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SMlnlTiusYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/38kClJyqyxg/s72-c/10092008199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-9186290524933846703</id><published>2008-09-10T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:16:59.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-¿¡Qué!? ¿¡Qué tengo!?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿¡Entonces!?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esque acabo de descubrir que puedo besar tu nariz bajo la lluvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-9186290524933846703?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9186290524933846703/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=9186290524933846703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9186290524933846703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9186290524933846703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/09/qu-qu-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6525835349507121752</id><published>2008-09-10T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:38:23.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Sabes qué es lo peor de todo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a veces hasta dejo la taza de café intacta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bizarramente escuchando {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;en mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;}: Persiana americana - Soda Stereo]&lt;br /&gt;&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/3637962163854804800-6525835349507121752?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6525835349507121752/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6525835349507121752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6525835349507121752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6525835349507121752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabes-qu-es-lo-peor-de-todo-que-veces.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-4840199952775811934</id><published>2008-09-04T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:33:14.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Gimme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrROiUNwgCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrROiUNwgCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿? So easy to love! n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quien le guste el video! Salut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-4840199952775811934?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4840199952775811934/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=4840199952775811934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4840199952775811934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4840199952775811934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/09/gimme.html' title='Gimme!'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2489004833685894190</id><published>2008-08-31T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:43:03.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-¡Espera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-¡¿Qué?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hueles a aspirinas o.O&lt;br /&gt;-...¡Bien! Eso me hace pariente del acetil salicílico.&lt;br /&gt;-¡No!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2489004833685894190?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2489004833685894190/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2489004833685894190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2489004833685894190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2489004833685894190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/08/espera-qu-hueles-aspirinas-o.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-653780595884330182</id><published>2008-08-29T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:03:19.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿...Estás despierta?</title><content type='html'>¡No! ¿¡Cómo vas a creer!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-653780595884330182?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/653780595884330182/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=653780595884330182&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/653780595884330182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/653780595884330182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/08/ests-despierta.html' title='¿...Estás despierta?'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-145360073559502157</id><published>2008-08-15T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:46:02.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>¡En KFC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SKZM_fQurqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nvK93cZL_Iw/s1600-h/forbidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SKZM_fQurqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nvK93cZL_Iw/s320/forbidden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234956270471917218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el centro! Ha ha ha, Y yo creía que lo había visto todo ahí! Definitivamente, estudiar diseño le cambia la vida a uno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-145360073559502157?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/145360073559502157/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=145360073559502157&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/145360073559502157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/145360073559502157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-kfc.html' title='¡En KFC!'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SKZM_fQurqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nvK93cZL_Iw/s72-c/forbidden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-716407371919005903</id><published>2008-08-11T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:16:37.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Qué asco me da que desconfíen de mí y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me cuelguen milagritos&lt;/span&gt; a medias, que me echen la culpa de cosas que ni se saben bien, mucho menos que puedan asegurar que yo estuve involucrada. En fin. Ya tengo mi tira de materias! Ya soy niña grande y me toca turno en la tarde! Jo jo jo. Kneel before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh si, y esta foto que le mostré hoy a &lt;a href="http://electricwounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pau&lt;/a&gt; de uno de mis 2345645756 hijos postizos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SKCAi6AT1SI/AAAAAAAAADs/N8dBXCOZ4F4/s1600-h/phi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SKCAi6AT1SI/AAAAAAAAADs/N8dBXCOZ4F4/s320/phi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233324104178980130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Después del merecidísimo baño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si ya sé, mas de uno (sobretodo Raúl xD) me dijo que me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infectaría&lt;/span&gt; de gatos si le permitía quedarse en mi casa a la dichosa madre de todos los que ahora han nacido en mi casa, pero creo que por mucho fastidio que cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tener&lt;/span&gt; que cuidar a otro ser vivo, no podría dejarlo en la calle y que un día amanezca de tapete en algún periférico o algo así. Si a alguien le interesa [que lo dudo!], ya no dependen de la madre, tienen un mes y ya comen alimento (croquetas, vaya), y ah, si! lo mas importante, son machos. Lo digo porque problemente en esta semana los vaya a dejar con un veterinario [ish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: No, no puedo mandar un gato por FedEx ni nada por el estilo ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-716407371919005903?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/716407371919005903/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=716407371919005903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/716407371919005903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/716407371919005903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SKCAi6AT1SI/AAAAAAAAADs/N8dBXCOZ4F4/s72-c/phi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-7257012554878962372</id><published>2008-07-29T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:56:17.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>El eco de la mercadotecnia.</title><content type='html'>Agh. Ahorita que estaba la tv encendida en el canal de exa tv escuché una canción de Allison, y no puedo creer lo pobre que están las líricas de algunas bandas últimamente...O es de plano el mundo en el que vivimos todos los jóvenes [¿?] Ésto es lo que dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[...]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Triste es de pronto ver tu Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y ver que ya no estoy en tu top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y ver que están también las fotos que yo tomé&lt;/span&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh, insisto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrrgh&lt;/span&gt;. El video está en &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=g3cwSwBsZug" alt="try me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yutuv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, pero no permite la 'inserción' [entiéndase, no te da la letanía que permite publicarlo] así que si gustan escuchar la radio, la tv o el video, la que quieran. No es que yo sea la persona mas culta o la mas conocedora en la temática musical, pero a mi gusto hay muchísimas bandas con líricas e incluso con mas 'feeling' que son desconocidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, es lo que obtenemos de la mercadotecnia, y no me quejo! Kneel at our world, you bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7257012554878962372?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7257012554878962372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=7257012554878962372&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7257012554878962372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7257012554878962372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-eco-de-la-mercadotecnia.html' title='El eco de la mercadotecnia.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2553065889640056314</id><published>2008-07-29T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:40:04.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>La madre de todos los vicios...ehm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2EIsnr_cv4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2EIsnr_cv4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primer consola de videojuegos, la venerada Magnavox Odyssey! [Ajá?]&lt;br /&gt;Su venta fue a partir del '72, pero según tengo entendido a parte del prototipo Brown Box ya había una idea 'preconcebida' de un videojuego por ahí del '45...pero no estoy segura, así que investiguen. Como en ese tiempo todo mundo quería jugar el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;revolucionario&lt;/span&gt; [y no se olvide, a la moda] 'pong', otras compañías empezaron a sacar sus propias consolas. Lo hilarante del asunto es que Philips, la empresa que fabricaba la Odyssey se ideó una treta para los clientes diciéndoles que dicha consola sólo funcionaria en aparatos de televisión Philips [estrategiaza de venta! ha ha], obviamente era mentira. Supuestamente eran 28 juegos distintos los que ofrecía el aparato, pero todos eran basados en ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como es de esperarse por lo básico del hardware [puesto que se componía de transistores, resistores y condensadores], la Odyssey no emitía sonidos ni mucho menos tenía memoria interna, así que si jugabas tenías que memorizarte tus puntos o jalar un papelito y apuntarlos para que no te hicieran tranza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aquí la que lanzaron en el '78:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SI9VzUhmneI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ki0N_A_E3X8/s1600-h/Odyssey2_w_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SI9VzUhmneI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ki0N_A_E3X8/s320/Odyssey2_w_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228492032571776482" 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/3637962163854804800-2553065889640056314?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2553065889640056314/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2553065889640056314&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2553065889640056314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2553065889640056314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-madre-de-todos-los-viciosehm.html' title='La madre de todos los vicios...ehm.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SI9VzUhmneI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ki0N_A_E3X8/s72-c/Odyssey2_w_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-8897630663530909236</id><published>2008-07-23T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:48:05.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine y otros caprichos'/><title type='text'>Una de PELIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Jajajajaja]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVSrAB8uyLo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVSrAB8uyLo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo iba a publicar ayer también, pero me quedé dormida ._. así que hoy les traigo una muestra de una PELI [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inserte risas de primera línea de entrada&lt;/span&gt;] que ví hace poco y me gustó. Si son de los que gustan del cine asiático donde sale gente volando y escenas de artes marciales bastante imposibles, mezclados con extrañas y caóticas tramas de amor-drama, esta probablemente sea una buena elección para ustedes. El idioma original es mandarín [créanme cuando les digo que definitivamente no es recomendable ver la versión doblada al inglés]; la trama se sitúa en la china antigua, [ojo, un clásico aquí] cuando un grupo de rebeldes tratan de abolir la maldad y corrupción del gobierno [suena conocido, ¿no?]. Lo que mas me gusta es cómo le dan vueltas a la trama, y la maravillosa fotografía con la que contó el film, tanto como los escenarios y vestuarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Y lo mejor, esque hasta ahorita voy a poner el título de la PELI -_-U se llama Shi mian mai fu o "La casa de las dagas voladoras", o "The house of flying daggers" O en su defecto al español de España [ríete Pau] "La casa de los puñales voladores".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-8897630663530909236?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8897630663530909236/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=8897630663530909236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8897630663530909236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8897630663530909236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-de-pelis.html' title='Una de PELIS.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-3611108572171908493</id><published>2008-07-22T22:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:25:33.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><title type='text'>Sobre Ubuntu</title><content type='html'>Bueno, como por ahí leí a &lt;a href="http://4573r10n-solaria.blogspot.com/"&gt;alguien&lt;/a&gt; hablar de las pertinentes aclaraciones sobre lo fácil que es confundir los tipos de licencias de software, me decidí a cambiarle el nombre a la etiqueta que enlazará al tipo de entradas respecto a toda esta temática de la informática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, en uno de esos días de loco que he tenido investigando cómo hacerle a una u otra cosa en mi computadora, me topé con un [entiéndase, para mí] excelente blog con respuestas sencillas a problemas básicos sobre instalaciones en Ubuntu: &lt;a href="http://installubuntu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Memorias de Instalación de Ubuntu&lt;/a&gt;. Claro que no hay nada como la &lt;a href="http://doc.ubuntu-es.org/Documentaci%C3%B3n"&gt;documentación básica&lt;/a&gt; que provee la misma comunidad, pero tanto ese blog como los enlaces que provee son realmente recomendables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojo Amie!, date muchísima importancia con el comentario gráfico que haré. Me lo hizo un buen amigo días atrás y me pareció suficientemente hilarante como para publicarlo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SIajExHI_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/ltcxDskzN64/s1600-h/so-friki.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SIajExHI_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/ltcxDskzN64/s320/so-friki.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226043719908130706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friki! Qué bajo he caído ja ja ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya pronto le daré &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cambiazo&lt;/span&gt; a la imagen del blog. Gracias por leer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3611108572171908493?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3611108572171908493/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3611108572171908493&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3611108572171908493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3611108572171908493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/07/sobre-ubuntu.html' title='Sobre Ubuntu'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SIajExHI_5I/AAAAAAAAADc/ltcxDskzN64/s72-c/so-friki.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-663843627187911496</id><published>2008-07-13T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:25:54.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No sé por qué, pero éste día me recuerda a tí.&lt;br /&gt;Meses atrás, un día hermoso&lt;br /&gt;la luz danzaba alrededor de tí.&lt;br /&gt;Dijiste algo, que hasta ahora puedo entender&lt;br /&gt;entender y a la vez no entender...&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón dió un vuelco, al saber lo que pasaba,&lt;br /&gt;pero miré al cielo y no bajé la mirada,&lt;br /&gt;miré hasta que la luz cubrió con su manto a las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;y supe que ya no estabas ahí, que te habías esparcido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué no vas a despedirte?¿No quieres ir a verle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sería ofensivo tratar de manchar con algo tan insignificante todo tu esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me pregunto por qué no lo asimilo aún,&lt;br /&gt;en mi mente y mi corazón entiendo,&lt;br /&gt;que siempre fuiste mas grande incluso que el último momento,&lt;br /&gt;y por eso nunca me permitiría hacerlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-663843627187911496?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/663843627187911496/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=663843627187911496&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/663843627187911496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/663843627187911496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-s-por-qu-pero-ste-da-me-recuerda-t.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1886136457963546977</id><published>2008-07-02T14:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:20:42.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>¡Estas sí sirven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGvSwQ835JI/AAAAAAAAADM/pDP9YD6DToM/s1600-h/novacell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGvSwQ835JI/AAAAAAAAADM/pDP9YD6DToM/s400/novacell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218496319864693906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Es lo que dijo mi madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Amie! (Accidentalmente) Te encontré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGvUxw9eqZI/AAAAAAAAADU/vO1Ew6mVFsg/s1600-h/amie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGvUxw9eqZI/AAAAAAAAADU/vO1Ew6mVFsg/s200/amie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218498544660294034" 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/3637962163854804800-1886136457963546977?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1886136457963546977/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1886136457963546977&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1886136457963546977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1886136457963546977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/07/estas-s-sirven.html' title='¡Estas sí sirven!'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGvSwQ835JI/AAAAAAAAADM/pDP9YD6DToM/s72-c/novacell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-5294844215361334601</id><published>2008-06-27T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:06:37.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goooone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crazykira.deviantart.com/art/So-Far-Away-71299838"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 257px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs23/f/2007/337/0/5/So_Far_Away_by_crazykira.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5294844215361334601?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5294844215361334601/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5294844215361334601&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5294844215361334601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5294844215361334601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/06/goooone.html' title='Goooone'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2835162980183525065</id><published>2008-06-25T01:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:49:45.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><title type='text'>De viajes open source.</title><content type='html'>Últimamente viajando en el mundo &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%B3digo_abierto"&gt;open source&lt;/a&gt; me he encontrado muchas cosas interesantes, entre ellas, justamente hoy [entiéndase, el día que empecé la entrada] encontré a &lt;a href="http://www.pidgin.im/"&gt;Pidgin&lt;/a&gt;, que es un &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiplataforma"&gt;multiplataforma&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mensajer%C3%ADa_instant%C3%A1nea"&gt;IM&lt;/a&gt; bastante completo, no sólo porque soporta a los más conocidos [Yahoo!, MSN] sino que también puede conectarse a distintos protocolos como el famoso IRC, al Google Talk, a ICQ e incluso al MyspaceIM, entre muchos otros, a parte de poder transferir archivos, guardar registro de conversaciones, agrupar en pestañas las ventanas, reproducir sonidos de acuerdo a distintos eventos y no olvidemos también la capacidad similar a los otros de 'taggear' [ponerle nombrecito corto] a tus contactos. Todo eso en un programita de código abierto y que es soportado por varias de las distros de Linux, a parte de Windows. Claro está, [al menos para los usuarios de güindows] éste es atractivo sólamente si te gusta lo sencillo, ya que a pesar de tener scripts y plugins, no se ve tan 'guapérrimo' como el msn, pero a mí me gusta así, limpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta donde lo he probado me ha parecido bastante bueno, e incluso da la facha de ocupar ciertamente menos recursos que el tan querido emesene. Ahí quedan capturas de pantalla de la 'lista de amigos' y de las ventanitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGHxHK3DxxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o_hd4WABHqM/s1600-h/tabs.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 238px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGHxHK3DxxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o_hd4WABHqM/s320/tabs.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215714948948412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGHxG8GT03I/AAAAAAAAACI/87YrQ7obeWQ/s1600-h/list.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGHxG8GT03I/AAAAAAAAACI/87YrQ7obeWQ/s320/list.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215714944985846642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.: Sí, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volvido,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero no por mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGHv0M2uGYI/AAAAAAAAACA/XhYJdr4zWrs/s1600-h/tabs.PNG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2835162980183525065?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2835162980183525065/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2835162980183525065&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2835162980183525065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2835162980183525065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-viajes-open-source.html' title='De viajes open source.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SGHxHK3DxxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o_hd4WABHqM/s72-c/tabs.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1270088838227958808</id><published>2008-06-16T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:14:20.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.:</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo más hermoso de la vida es lo insondable, lo que está lleno de misterio. Es éste el sentimiento básico que se halla junto a la cuna del arte verdadero y de la auténtica ciencia. Quien no lo experimenta, el que no está en condiciones de admirar o asombrarse, está muerto.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[A. Einstein]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1270088838227958808?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1270088838227958808/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1270088838227958808&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1270088838227958808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1270088838227958808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps.html' title='P.S.:'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1707492582284348249</id><published>2008-06-12T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:47:31.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo...</title><content type='html'>-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te lo dije&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ya no estoy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisse se marcha de la escena, queda un cuadro vacío, y una luna brillante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1707492582284348249?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1707492582284348249/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1707492582284348249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1707492582284348249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1707492582284348249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/06/slo.html' title='Sólo...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1328288779039478061</id><published>2008-06-02T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:07:38.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeño shut-down de Blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEQ21XdINvI/AAAAAAAAABw/9AVdiddthu4/s1600-h/Dibujo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEQ21XdINvI/AAAAAAAAABw/9AVdiddthu4/s320/Dibujo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207347359604291314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que sucede por visitar el blogger tempranito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1328288779039478061?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1328288779039478061/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1328288779039478061&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1328288779039478061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1328288779039478061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/06/pequeo-shut-down-de-blogger.html' title='Pequeño shut-down de Blogger.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEQ21XdINvI/AAAAAAAAABw/9AVdiddthu4/s72-c/Dibujo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-4634424756930693270</id><published>2008-06-02T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:01:48.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>Lo que hay que leer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEQ1KHdINuI/AAAAAAAAABo/ymt7uQu3LI4/s1600-h/existencialista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEQ1KHdINuI/AAAAAAAAABo/ymt7uQu3LI4/s320/existencialista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207345517063321314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gracias &lt;a href="http://electricwounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;my love!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hitlercito.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hitlercito Semanal&lt;/a&gt; es la onda, léanlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-4634424756930693270?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4634424756930693270/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=4634424756930693270&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4634424756930693270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4634424756930693270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-que-hay-que-leer.html' title='Lo que hay que leer!'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEQ1KHdINuI/AAAAAAAAABo/ymt7uQu3LI4/s72-c/existencialista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-8741910549695006503</id><published>2008-05-31T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:10:16.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que uno tiene que leer.</title><content type='html'>Navegando por el underground del internet [entiéndase, buscando a 'Pucca' para mi prima] me topé con una página de uno de esos lugares de ventas en línea famosísimos en las que había una imagen...pero ¡Oh, Sorpresa! Vendían unos bolsos 100% originales y su premisa era la siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEIgTHdINtI/AAAAAAAAABg/PGcr9ML66Q0/s1600-h/mlcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEIgTHdINtI/AAAAAAAAABg/PGcr9ML66Q0/s320/mlcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206759631984539346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¡Falsas imitaciones! Cielos...¿Qué diría el &lt;a href="http://pako-osorio.blogspot.com"&gt;gurú de la sintaxis&lt;/a&gt;? Yo no sé, pero después de un mal rato que había pasado, ese anunciazazaso me arrancó una carcajada del alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no me creen les dejo el &lt;a href="http://articulo.mercadolibre.com.ve/MLV-8791865-pucca-100-remate-100-bsf-cu-hasta-terminar-publicacion-_JM"&gt;enlace&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-8741910549695006503?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8741910549695006503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=8741910549695006503&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8741910549695006503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8741910549695006503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/05/lo-que-uno-tiene-que-leer.html' title='Lo que uno tiene que leer.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SEIgTHdINtI/AAAAAAAAABg/PGcr9ML66Q0/s72-c/mlcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-9210598689557139118</id><published>2008-05-26T16:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:49:43.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Viaje pasado al conaculta.</title><content type='html'>Romperé mi promesa, pero no podría dejar de postear esta joyita! ¡Sí señores! En uno de esos viajes para conocer el mundo [entiéndase, fuimos a ver a fromdeinsaid a.k.a: ENLATIERRA] me encontré con un anuncio en la ...¿Copiadora? No sé que era, como una recepción. El caso es que estábamos en CONACULTA! [léase con tono de desesperación y frustración]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aquí la evidencia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SDstx1AWkoI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uEiOjfqMXo/s1600-h/conaculta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SDstx1AWkoI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uEiOjfqMXo/s320/conaculta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204804128422138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por si mis queridos [y ciegos] lectores no alcanzan a apreciar lo que dice el texto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se busca se lleva los lapices plumas y demás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recompensa 1,000 000 (vs dolares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la firma, [único]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El caquito&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;¡Y no hay qué decir sobre el personajillo! Es la onda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, no olvidando el hermoso viaje hacia las SPORTORTAS y que fuí Tacho una parte de la tarde, [jajajaja] pero esa, es otra historia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-9210598689557139118?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/9210598689557139118/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=9210598689557139118&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9210598689557139118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/9210598689557139118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/05/viaje-pasado-al-conaculta.html' title='Viaje pasado al conaculta.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SDstx1AWkoI/AAAAAAAAABY/8uEiOjfqMXo/s72-c/conaculta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1844880319180425103</id><published>2008-05-25T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:17:51.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>¡Tarde!</title><content type='html'>Sí! Pero así publicaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;¡Feliz cumpleaños marmota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, lo sabes! Ésta es tu entrada y por ahora será la última.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SDoBUFAWknI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dgcprgeK1Ho/s1600-h/10042008098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SDoBUFAWknI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dgcprgeK1Ho/s320/10042008098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204473763832697458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La cumpleañera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3637962163854804800-1844880319180425103?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1844880319180425103/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1844880319180425103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1844880319180425103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1844880319180425103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/05/tarde.html' title='¡Tarde!'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SDoBUFAWknI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dgcprgeK1Ho/s72-c/10042008098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-5328476994352769604</id><published>2008-05-17T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:41:01.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SC_AgfcMIHI/AAAAAAAAABI/jPAsuS_LFF8/s1600-h/disp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SC_AgfcMIHI/AAAAAAAAABI/jPAsuS_LFF8/s320/disp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201587759064293490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero curarme de ti en unos días. Debo dejar de fumarte,&lt;br /&gt;de beberte, de  pensarte. Es posible. Siguiendo las&lt;br /&gt;prescripciones de la moral en turno. Me  receto tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;abstinencia, soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Te parece bien que te quiera nada más una semana? No&lt;br /&gt;es mucho, ni es  poco, es bastante. En una semana se&lt;br /&gt;pueden reunir todas las palabras de amor  que se han pronunciado&lt;br /&gt;sobre la tierra y se les puede prender fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Te  voy a calentar con esa hoguera del amor quemado.&lt;br /&gt;Y también el silencio.  Porque las mejores palabras del&lt;br /&gt;amor están entre dos gentes que no se dicen  nada.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que quemar también ese otro lenguaje lateral y subversivo&lt;br /&gt;del que  ama. Tú sabes cómo te digo que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;cuando digo: "qué calor hace", "dame  agua",&lt;br /&gt;"¿sabes manejar?", "se hizo de noche"...Entre las gentes,&lt;br /&gt;a un lado  de tus gentes y las mías, te he dicho "ya es tarde",&lt;br /&gt;y tú sabías que decía  "te quiero".&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una semana más para reunir todo el amor del tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para dártelo. Para  que hagas con él lo que tú quieras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guardarlo, acariciarlo, tirarlo a la  basura. No sirve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es cierto. Sólo quiero una semana para entender las  cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque esto es muy parecido a estar saliendo de un manicomio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para  entrar a un panteón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[Espero curarme de tí - &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jaime Sabines]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;P.S.: La imagen es de un trabajo que hicimos hace poco con &lt;a href="http://electricwounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Love&lt;/a&gt;. Generalmente no me inclino a leer, escuchar o ver cosas que a los demás les agrade como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moda&lt;/span&gt;. Pero Sabinito [Sí, el buen Sabinito al lado de Federiquito] se lo ganó con todo. Dejé mi marca de sangre en la escuela, ella cayó en crisis, pero al final de todo amé la manera en la que pintó tan hermosamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3637962163854804800-5328476994352769604?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5328476994352769604/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5328476994352769604&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5328476994352769604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5328476994352769604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/05/nada.html' title='Nada.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SC_AgfcMIHI/AAAAAAAAABI/jPAsuS_LFF8/s72-c/disp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-1470381377615098585</id><published>2008-05-15T16:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:12:55.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>Pagando el Servicio de Agua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SCynbfcMIGI/AAAAAAAAABA/-j9b1rW-moc/s1600-h/15052008129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SCynbfcMIGI/AAAAAAAAABA/-j9b1rW-moc/s320/15052008129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200715760444121186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un buen día Eiencita se tomó el rato para hacer los &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mandados&lt;/span&gt; del hogar y entre ellos fué a pagar el agua. Mientras filosofaba en la reproducción asexual del cangrejo hermitaño, se percató de singular rotulamiento y dijo ¡Ay Mamachita! (Si tienen dudas de la veracidad del asunto, pregúntenle a la mujer poli que estaba disfrutando del aire acondicionado del Gob. Exprés)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin...Por cierto, Gobierno EXPRES [léase con tono sarcástico] y se merece un gran chale, expres...hmmm...eso les pasa a los que diseñan para el gobierno, todo lo hacen con los tobillos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Sí, ES DE CHIAPAS, sólo en este precioso estado pueden hacer semejantes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joyitas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-1470381377615098585?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1470381377615098585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=1470381377615098585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1470381377615098585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/1470381377615098585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/05/pagando-el-servicio-de-agua.html' title='Pagando el Servicio de Agua.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/SCynbfcMIGI/AAAAAAAAABA/-j9b1rW-moc/s72-c/15052008129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-7578831432123950685</id><published>2008-05-04T14:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:29:12.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine y otros caprichos'/><title type='text'>Del cine y otros caprichos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJuxX3uuW1g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJuxX3uuW1g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, yo no pensaba escribir ni venir aquí en una suficiente cantidad de tiempo [entiéndase, me harté] pero navegando por el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;underground&lt;/span&gt; [Jajaja...ajá] de la Red, me topé con la preciosa sinópsis del trailer que encuentran en la parte inicial de ésta entrada, y sólo me queda decir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribecafilmfestival.org/filmguide/Let_the_Right_One_In.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¡Quiero ésta película!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Premiada en el festival &lt;a href="http://www.tribecafilmfestival.org/"&gt;Tribeca&lt;/a&gt; de éste año,  parece tener una excelente narrativa [al menos, ese es el galardón] Yo no sé cuándo venga a taquillas accesibles, en fin...sea como sea la quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ufff! [léase, descanso] Éste es otro capricho añadido a la interminable línea de películas que he de ver éste año:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1413/1600/girl-with-pearl-earring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6463/1413/1600/girl-with-pearl-earring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De hace dos años. No sé, pero la quiero y la veré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: ¿Es taaan difícil pedir las cosas por favor? O al menos de una manera linda y asertiva. He dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-7578831432123950685?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/7578831432123950685/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=7578831432123950685&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7578831432123950685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/7578831432123950685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/05/del-cine-y-otros-caprichos.html' title='Del cine y otros caprichos.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-5544432444050587601</id><published>2008-04-29T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:27:23.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que [no] quiero.</title><content type='html'>Gente hipócrita&lt;br /&gt;Gente que busque mi entera atención sólo por capricho&lt;br /&gt;Gente que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretende&lt;/span&gt; (Sí, tu)&lt;br /&gt;Gente que se acerca sólo para ver que saca&lt;br /&gt;Gente pretenciosa&lt;br /&gt;Creerle a la gente [a.k.a: my forehead's tatoo]&lt;br /&gt;Que la gente que me lastimó me siga buscando&lt;br /&gt;Escribir en mi blog (Regresaré, pero hoy no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ni estoy dispuesta a soportar a nadie. Que les banque la mas vieja de su casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-5544432444050587601?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5544432444050587601/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=5544432444050587601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5544432444050587601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/5544432444050587601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/lo-que-no-quiero.html' title='Lo que [no] quiero.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-3059944586158549257</id><published>2008-04-24T23:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:17:14.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Lo que la noche dice hoy</title><content type='html'>Que sea otro quien la brisa de tu noche acaricie,&lt;br /&gt;que sea otra piel que susurrantes tus labios y empapados de rocío mojen,&lt;br /&gt;que sea a otros oídos que tus amores vayan, con ese viento de colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el viento vienen danzantes tus murmullos,&lt;br /&gt;alegría matutina, y atardecer.&lt;br /&gt;Silencios enredados en tu cabello,&lt;br /&gt;marcados en tus ojos aquellos veranos y muchos soles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3059944586158549257?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3059944586158549257/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3059944586158549257&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3059944586158549257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3059944586158549257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-sea-otro-quien-la-brisa-de-tu-noche.html' title='Lo que la noche dice hoy'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-4356923190553533055</id><published>2008-04-24T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:44:49.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Letras viejas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sábado, 16 Diciembre 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Muérdete la lengua, que así sangra,&lt;br /&gt;Muérdete la lengua, beberé tu sangre.&lt;br /&gt;No la escupas, bébela conmigo;&lt;br /&gt;Extirpa tus sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;erradica tu emoción.&lt;br /&gt;Amargo, salado, dulce, café&lt;br /&gt;Salado, Amargo, dulce...otra vez café.&lt;br /&gt;Dulce, Salado...¿Amargo? de nuevo café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sangre, yo bebo tu sangre...¿ella me bebe a mí?&lt;br /&gt;Bebes mi sangre, bebe café.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado, 30 Diciembre 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te quema la piel como si fueran brazas?&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso tus labios se hinchan de pasión?&lt;br /&gt;Escupes fuego de la ira que te da, el no tocarme más.&lt;br /&gt;Te esperan las estrellas, henchídas de ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;Acaricias con tu blanca mano mi cabello, cada noche,&lt;br /&gt;en cada ocasión.&lt;br /&gt;¡Pero no puedes mas! No te es posible acercarte,&lt;br /&gt;ni a robarme un dulce beso, ¡no!&lt;br /&gt;Acércate un paso mas, y te corroes,&lt;br /&gt;no soportas el asco que te da mi nueva piel.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ¡Míra! ¡Observa con detenimiento!&lt;br /&gt;Que es de analizarse, es de sentirse;&lt;br /&gt;Irradia pasión cada verbo despechado que tus dulces ojos niegan a mirarme.&lt;br /&gt;¡Anda, huye una vez mas al cielo que tanto anhelas!&lt;br /&gt;Yo, te estaré esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo, 28 Enero 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ansia de sangre...&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso se esconde la lujuria?&lt;br /&gt;Bajo tus brazos niña, bajo tu piel;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo un suspiro, una mirada sin respuesta...&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios incitan al Sol a derretir la nieve,&lt;br /&gt;tu cabello erotiza al viento y lleva una esencia&lt;br /&gt;de café, de especias...de tí.&lt;br /&gt;Déjame ser quien te extienda los brazos al amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;quien edifique un palacio, un templo a tu inmensa belleza.&lt;br /&gt;Invocas ángeles y demonios a postrarse a tus pies,&lt;br /&gt;hasta el más ario guerrero cae rendido a tu belleza, a tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin fecha aparente&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y descubrirte entre mis tristezas,&lt;br /&gt;enredándolas, haciéndolas desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarte cada mañana, en el aroma a café;&lt;br /&gt;en el ruido de los árboles, en la brisa de la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;En el silencio de las noches, en el barullo de los instantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mis ojos, cual si fueran las alas de Ícaro hacia el Sol,&lt;br /&gt;prendados quedaron de la bella mirada del único jóven al que yo podía mirar...&lt;br /&gt;Acercándome, con cautela, dirigí mis pasos hacia donde él estaba.&lt;br /&gt;Sin pensarlo dos veces me tomó en sus brazos, y yo no opuse resistencia alguna, pues esa era mi ilusión...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-4356923190553533055?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4356923190553533055/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=4356923190553533055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4356923190553533055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/4356923190553533055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/letras-viejas.html' title='Letras viejas.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-736760376653934254</id><published>2008-04-21T21:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:46:10.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine y otros caprichos'/><title type='text'>Sobre la encuesta</title><content type='html'>Señores, ¡Me huele a sabotaje! Algo paso acá que misteriosamente a un día de cerrar la encuesta aparece un solo voto más y es para 'AY MAMACHITA', ¿Cómo puede ser eso posible? No tengo idea, pero averiguaré [err...ajá, ajá]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, sólo diré MARATÓN DE ROMA, ¡PRIMERA TEMPORADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparte, películas que me falta ver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Penelope&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The other Boleyn girl&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Miss Sunsine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Juno&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;P.S. I love you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Across the universe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fight Club (Capricho, ya la ví)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Darjeeling Limited&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Lake House&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Möebius&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Probablemente falten mas por agregar a mi lista, lo haré luego. Por ahora quédense con el encuentrazazazo del día de hoy: &lt;a href="http://pincheschinos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pincheschinos.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Yo no soy racista! Sólo que en ese blog hay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demasiadas&lt;/span&gt; cosas que uno ve y dice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¡AY MAMACHITA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eso y la incomparable &lt;a href="http://turuenoestudio.com/"&gt;chancla de carne&lt;/a&gt; que es portada de uno de los números de a! diseño. Para los amantes de los filetes y la edición de imágenes, ahí tendrán algo con qué saciar su hambre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://turuenoestudio.com/galeria/principal/images/124dogotel_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://turuenoestudio.com/galeria/principal/images/124dogotel_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-736760376653934254?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/736760376653934254/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=736760376653934254&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/736760376653934254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/736760376653934254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/sobre-la-encuesta.html' title='Sobre la encuesta'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2235138737522322130</id><published>2008-04-18T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:00:05.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Lo que [no] puedo decir</title><content type='html'>...Y él se acerca tranquilamente a ella. Elisse permanece en silencio mientras el paisaje cambia infinidad de veces. De pronto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;algo&lt;/span&gt; sale de los labios de él, y no era su aliento. Ella llora, él se va confundido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2235138737522322130?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2235138737522322130/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2235138737522322130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2235138737522322130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2235138737522322130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/lo-que-no-puedo-decir.html' title='Lo que [no] puedo decir'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3656577941351599539</id><published>2008-04-13T19:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:30:03.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Unos breves instantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/f/2006/172/4/b/girlintheclouds_final_large_1333x2000__edited3__copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 394px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs11/f/2006/172/4/b/girlintheclouds_final_large_1333x2000__edited3__copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes? Hace tiempo yo hablaba con las nubes, me recostaba en el pasto por horas con la cara hacia el cielo, observando atentamente su sutil danzar. Poco a poco fuí entendiendo, cada día las observaba mientras entre ellas los bailes y cantos se daban; son cosas que no se analizan con la mente, cosas que sólo se perciben y no pueden describirse. Llegué a enamorarme de la manera en la que plasmaban frágilmente sus caricias en la hermosa esfera azul, y el momento intangible en el que se disolvían para nunca regresar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://nendili.deviantart.com/art/Girl-in-the-Clouds-34896708"&gt;Girl in the clouds&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://nendili.deviantart.com/"&gt;~nendili&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3656577941351599539?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3656577941351599539/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3656577941351599539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3656577941351599539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3656577941351599539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/unos-breves-instantes.html' title='Unos breves instantes'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-456950441289938316</id><published>2008-04-13T00:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:23:18.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it.</title><content type='html'>¡Listo! Tenemos encuesta guapetona. ¡Tu! ¡Sí, tu! el que lea debe votar o me encargaré de regalarles una mordida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ninguna de las opciones de la encuesta te parece apropiada, expon en ésta entrada tu opinión, o en todo caso cuál frase debería usar y por qué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, ¡también estrenamos música! Así que no sean nenas lloronas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[léase, chic@s con cabello teñido de color 'mofetezco']&lt;/span&gt; y disfruten, es una canción que me gusta mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Sí Pau, ¡te robé el widget! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Entiéndase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cosita para reproducir música en el blog]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ¡Ja já! Soy ruda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-456950441289938316?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/456950441289938316/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=456950441289938316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/456950441289938316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/456950441289938316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-it.html' title='Got it.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-8142343410369629314</id><published>2008-04-12T19:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:13:39.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, ¡tenemos problemas!</title><content type='html'>¡Así es! ¡Esto no es un simulacro! ¡Evacúen de inmediato! ¡Demonios! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Hmm, mi madre dice que repito demasiado esa última frase]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...¡ah, sí! Hace unos instantes mi computadora me avisó que tiene &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;demasiado poca&lt;/span&gt; memoria virtual. Habrá que respaldar como lunática en discos reescribibles de 700MB o rezarle a uno de esas deidades del catálogo &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Inserte anécdota con Paulina aquí]&lt;/span&gt; para que mi computadora no colapse en éstos cuatro-cinco días antes de poder respaldar y/o formatear definitivamente. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;¡Cáspita!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Deséenme suerte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.D.:*&lt;/span&gt;Estoy ideándome mi nueva frase a repetir. Si soy benevolente &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[léase: si no muero antes de terminar mis proyectos]&lt;/span&gt; quizás haga una encuesta al respecto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-8142343410369629314?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8142343410369629314/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=8142343410369629314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8142343410369629314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/8142343410369629314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/houston-tenemos-problemas.html' title='Houston, ¡tenemos problemas!'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3693633015844569521</id><published>2008-04-01T19:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:53:44.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>Comitán 1 - Tuxtla 0</title><content type='html'>De puritita casualidad caí en el bajo mundo de las páginas de gobierno y me topé con la del Gobierno Municipal de Comitán e indagando un poco más ¡Oh &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inserte aquí la exclamación a su deidad preferida&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; dioses! ¡La de Tuxtla! Esperen...eso no era una sorpresa que pueda calificarse como agradable, ni siquiera pasable. Husmeando en la primeramente citada, noté que hay un balance bastante &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;logrado&lt;/span&gt; entre la estética y la organización de la información, así como un tiempo de carga suficientemente corto. Pero entrando a la de Tuxtla...cielos...después de casi un minuto esperando a que cargaran los gráficos y el menú, teniendo a medias los parlantes, noto una pequeña disputa entre el audio que tiene la barra principal (entiéndase el menú) y unos videos de bajísima resolución  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para que te enteres de lo que de lo que está haciendo el ayuntamiento por tu ciudad.&lt;/span&gt; Lo que puedo decir de eso, esque sólo los videos tienen controles, y el más útil de ellos es el que detecta automáticamente la velocidad de conexión que el usuario tiene, de tal modo que no te demores aún más de lo que esos pesados gráficos de flash te hacen esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si quieren verlo de propia cuenta, sencillamente clickeen la imagen respectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tuxtla.gob.mx/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/R_LiG08tfOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LN5PGbeZlvs/s200/tuxwb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184454727977237730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comitan.gob.mx/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/R_LiGE8tfNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HyDvDwdO-_4/s200/comitpage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184454715092335826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TuMUNI&lt;/span&gt; es una &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pavada&lt;/span&gt; extraída de un proyecto del Gobierno de Guatemala, así que agreguemos entonces un punto menos a Tuxtla (Sí, pueden restarse cantidades a la ausencia de las mismas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-3693633015844569521?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3693633015844569521/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3693633015844569521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3693633015844569521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3693633015844569521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/comitn-1-tuxtla-0.html' title='Comitán 1 - Tuxtla 0'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/R_LiG08tfOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LN5PGbeZlvs/s72-c/tuxwb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-28510534157055936</id><published>2008-04-01T17:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:25:49.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Del diseño y otras monerías'/><title type='text'>Diferentes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/R_LF7k8tfMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dXf1I8LP7RY/s1600-h/MOTIVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/R_LF7k8tfMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dXf1I8LP7RY/s320/MOTIVA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184423748378131650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Éste carteluco, calificado por muchos como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;denigrante&lt;/span&gt;, o con comentarios como '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el texto en rojo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;está de más&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;es una interesante propuesta hecha en la Madre Patria para una exposición colectiva de una escuela de diseño en la misma ubicación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Por cierto, posee una licencia Creative Commons que le da la libertad al usuario de utilizar o modificar el contenido siempre y cuando no sea con fines de lucro. Genial, al menos para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Léelo en el post original [&lt;a href="http://herederosdejuanpalomo.blogspot.com/2008/01/diferentes.html"&gt;Herederos de Juan Palomo&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-28510534157055936?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/28510534157055936/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=28510534157055936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/28510534157055936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/28510534157055936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/04/calificado-por-muchos-como-denigrante-o.html' title='Diferentes.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bxItg_yObdo/R_LF7k8tfMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dXf1I8LP7RY/s72-c/MOTIVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-737440911910798806</id><published>2008-03-30T18:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:51:17.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Conclusiones Sospechosas</title><content type='html'>¡Momento! Si por estructura social entendemos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resultante de las interacciones humanas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Somos nosotros lo que está podrido de esa estructura?&lt;/span&gt; Aquello que no funciona, que no logra pasar de idea utópica y fantasioso producto del desvariar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joder. Una &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estructura social,&lt;/span&gt; por naturaleza (entiéndase, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt; punto de vista) es irrealizable, no existe la capacidad de verles materializados, ni mucho menos puede llamarse a algún "sistema" -háblese de gobiernos Socialistas, Capitalistas- específicamente así. Porque no son  mas que una aproximación desvirtuada de lo que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creyeron que era&lt;/span&gt; cada uno y desde entonces se establecen oficialmente como sistemas de gobierno a nivel mundial. Para los que digan "Bah, qué cosas escribes, si así funciona la sociedá" (si, sin DE), pues NO. La sociedad 'funciona' por obra y gracia de las relaciones de interacción, cualidades innatas del ser humano y que son ineludibles ante la incapacidad de autosuficiencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-737440911910798806?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/737440911910798806/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=737440911910798806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/737440911910798806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/737440911910798806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/03/conclusiones-sospechosas.html' title='Conclusiones Sospechosas'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6317282115914569296</id><published>2008-03-11T23:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:51:17.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué jodido sentido tiene pensar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de todos modos andar vagando con los ojos abiertos no lleva a ningún lado más que a la disgregación. Si no hay nadie más, si todos están dormidos. Yo ya no puedo, y eso me irrita. No hay cómo descansar, ya no hay marcha atrás, no hay sueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6317282115914569296?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6317282115914569296/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6317282115914569296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6317282115914569296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6317282115914569296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/03/qu-jodido-sentido-tiene-pensar-si-de.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6995960795511386895</id><published>2008-03-06T21:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:51:17.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>De las pláticas con F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterno retorno.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Concepción filosófica del tiempo postulada en forma escrita en la que los acontecimientos siguen reglas de causalidad sin alteración o variación alguna. Hay un principio del tiempo y un fin, que vuelve a generar a su vez un principio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de todos modos regresaremos a lo que somos, ¿Por qué no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; irremediablemente útiles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6995960795511386895?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6995960795511386895/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6995960795511386895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6995960795511386895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6995960795511386895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-las-plticas-con-f.html' title='De las pláticas con F.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-870565563989225191</id><published>2008-02-23T11:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:39:45.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 153);"&gt;Droga.&lt;/span&gt; Cualquier sustancia con capacidad de alterar un proceso biológico o químico en un organismo vivo con un propósito no nutricional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-870565563989225191?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/870565563989225191/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=870565563989225191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/870565563989225191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/870565563989225191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/02/droga.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637962163854804800.post-2965735276576660391</id><published>2008-02-11T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:51:41.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Non Nomine</title><content type='html'>Ciertas páginas en blanco, a las que evito virar mi atención pero ahí están, esperando el momento en que mi sentido común me abandone unos instantes y voltee...Así sucede un ciento de veces, en las que pareciera que una luz se apaga; yo dulcifico mi carácter, mi tono de voz, mi entusiasmo. Pocas personas lo notan, realmente pocas. Pero quienes lo hacen son capaces de sanarme al menos por un instante, y es por eso que son tan especiales aunque no lo sepan, ni yo lo diga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2965735276576660391?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2965735276576660391/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2965735276576660391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2965735276576660391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2965735276576660391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/02/non-nomine.html' title='Non Nomine'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-3491667857910931932</id><published>2008-02-07T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:01.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Blackbird, fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs14/i/2007/076/6/7/Spring_Bird_by_kucingitem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs14/i/2007/076/6/7/Spring_Bird_by_kucingitem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these broken wings and learn to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All your life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Egoísta, eres muy egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Black bird singing in the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take these sunken eyes and learn to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you were only waiting for this moment to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Beatles - Blackbird || &lt;a href="http://kucingitem.deviantart.com/art/Spring-Bird-51061033"&gt;Spring Bird by kucingitem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3637962163854804800-3491667857910931932?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3491667857910931932/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=3491667857910931932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3491667857910931932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/3491667857910931932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/02/blackbird-fly.html' title='Blackbird, fly.'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6241983631563236494</id><published>2008-02-03T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:13.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Here I go again...</title><content type='html'>Hay tantas, demasiadas veces en las que las palabras son el medio más abstracto y limitado para expresar lo que siento o quiero decir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6241983631563236494?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6241983631563236494/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6241983631563236494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6241983631563236494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6241983631563236494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2137492548620459917</id><published>2008-01-17T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:51:17.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexiones'/><title type='text'>Si bien concuerdo contigo...</title><content type='html'>¿Sabes? Yo también tendría una crisis nerviosa, de pensar como tu (no en la manera, sino en &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cantidad&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de hecho las tengo, de esas que fracturan por completo las posturas que tanto tiempo me costó comprender, completar y concretar. Vienes tu un buen día con una cantidad de palabras que de por sí tenía yo en la mente -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y que  tanto temía&lt;/span&gt;- y de pronto lo cambias todo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2137492548620459917?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2137492548620459917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2137492548620459917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2137492548620459917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2137492548620459917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-bien-conuerdo.html' title='Si bien concuerdo contigo...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6972920724658749800</id><published>2008-01-08T21:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:53:05.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Aún te escucho diciendo las últimas palabras que me susurraron tus labios...aún veo tu rostro y me abrazo entre sueños a un recuerdo que emana fortaleza...que te emana a tí. No sé cómo estés allá, espero que todo esto no te haga retroceder hacia nosotros. No. Yo quiero que descanaces y que estés bien, quiero que tengas esa luz eterna, la que una vez conocí en tus ojos...Desearía no soñarte mas y dejar de acosarte, dejar de llamarte entre tantas tristezas entrecortadas por momentos inapropiados para entrever que te extraño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá...ojalá estés descansando. Te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6972920724658749800?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6972920724658749800/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6972920724658749800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6972920724658749800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6972920724658749800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-2483764340611278305</id><published>2008-01-07T19:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:35.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah, qué mas da decirlo...me cautivó. Sí, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eso&lt;/span&gt;, aquello también...precioso silencio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-2483764340611278305?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2483764340611278305/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=2483764340611278305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2483764340611278305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/2483764340611278305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/01/bah-qu-mas-da-decirlo.html' title=''/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-887509821214465564</id><published>2008-01-07T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:35.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>Pero no me arrepiento...</title><content type='html'>¿Recuerdas todas esas veces que te negué la entrada? Yo las recuerdo, aún las tengo atoradas entre sueños, todas esas malditas veces que intentaste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; para mí y yo te ignoré. Las veces que quisiste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;estar&lt;/span&gt; para mí y yo te rechacé. Ahora patéticamente nos buscamos entre rincones oscuros de la mente mientras tu recuerdas lo que a mí me duele, y lo peor es que lo llevas a cabo. Me cansé. De intentarlo y disculparme, de buscarte y de rogarte, ya no más. Ya no te odio, pero tampoco te quiero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cerca&lt;/span&gt;...no tanto. Me limito a la realidad absurda que hilas entre tus bolsillos y tu plata, porque eso es lo único que me sabes dar, no más. No más silencios en los que interpreto lo que tu mente no te permite porque de tanto tiempo frío se te secó y encojió el corazón. Te quiero, pero no cerca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-887509821214465564?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/887509821214465564/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=887509821214465564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/887509821214465564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/887509821214465564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2008/01/pero-no-me-arrepiento.html' title='Pero no me arrepiento...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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-3637962163854804800.post-6375372849921159880</id><published>2007-12-23T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:40:35.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hojas Sueltas'/><title type='text'>No importa...</title><content type='html'>No importa que no sepas la respuesta...&lt;br /&gt;No importa si te equivocas,&lt;br /&gt;no importa que no recuerdes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;no importa si te pones nervioso...&lt;br /&gt;No importa si no estás aquí,&lt;br /&gt;si no tienes el valor para mostrarte, eso no importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes? Equivocate, encuentra la respuesta, busquemos la manera, sintámonos nerviosos, ausentémonos...juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[Extrañando algo que nunca he tenido, el vacío en el corazón.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3637962163854804800-6375372849921159880?l=self-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6375372849921159880/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637962163854804800&amp;postID=6375372849921159880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6375372849921159880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637962163854804800/posts/default/6375372849921159880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://self-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-importa.html' title='No importa...'/><author><name>[Reminiscence]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12341862644349337762</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>
