<?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-1287178969644632941</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:39:32.959-03:00</updated><category term='la vida'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Quizas todos tus sueños llenen el cielo vacio</title><subtitle type='html'>”el dominio del hombre en este pequeño mundo de su propio conocimiento al que ejerce en el gran mundo de las cosas visibles, en el cual su poder, bien que empleado con arte y astucia, no va más allá de componer y dividir los materiales ya hechos y al alcance de su mano; pero no es capaz de nada para hacer la más mínima partícula de nueva materia o a destruir un átomo de lo que está ya en la existencia”.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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' 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Sólo porque esté perdiendo&lt;br /&gt;No significa que esté perdido&lt;br /&gt;No significa que me detenga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo porque esté sufriendo&lt;br /&gt;No significa que esté herido&lt;br /&gt;No significa que no recibiera lo que me merezco&lt;br /&gt;Ni mejor ni peor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de perderme&lt;br /&gt;Cada río que he intentado cruzar&lt;br /&gt;Cada puerta que traté de abrir estaba cerrada con llave&lt;br /&gt;Oh-Oh, Sólo aguardo a que el brillo desaparezca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que seas un pez gordo&lt;br /&gt;En una charca pequeña&lt;br /&gt;Eso no significa que hayas ganado&lt;br /&gt;Porque a la larga puede que llegue&lt;br /&gt;Otro más grande&lt;br /&gt;Y estarás perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada río que intentaste cruzar&lt;br /&gt;Cada pistola que sostuviste se disparó sola&lt;br /&gt;Sólo aguardo a que empiece el tiroteo&lt;br /&gt;Sólo aguardo a que el brillo desaparezca...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo aguardo a que el brillo desaparezca...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo aguardo a que el brillo desaparezca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-562144243570948842?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/562144243570948842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=562144243570948842' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/562144243570948842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/562144243570948842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-coldplay.html' title='Lost - Coldplay'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/StuzzWx9nfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IjF3VMkfzmI/s72-c/laberinto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-8218906001496092493</id><published>2009-10-04T14:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:37:28.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends will be friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SsjcqD4YZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fpVD-Llgxfs/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SsjcqD4YZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fpVD-Llgxfs/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388799569303200818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another red letter day,&lt;br /&gt;So the pound has dropped and the children are creating,&lt;br /&gt;The other half ran away,&lt;br /&gt;Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber,&lt;br /&gt;Got a pain in the chest,&lt;br /&gt;Doctors on strike what you need is a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a beautiful day,&lt;br /&gt;The postman delivered a letter from your lover,&lt;br /&gt;Only a phone call away,&lt;br /&gt;You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number,&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact,&lt;br /&gt;You're getting used to life without him in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends,&lt;br /&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out your hand cos right till the end -&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-8218906001496092493?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/8218906001496092493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=8218906001496092493' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/8218906001496092493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/8218906001496092493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-will-be-friends.html' title='Friends will be friends'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/SsjcqD4YZDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fpVD-Llgxfs/s72-c/IMG_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-6779170977859625900</id><published>2009-09-18T23:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:11:28.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SrQ9jy5NA5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZraQrH3tLI/s1600-h/desierto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SrQ9jy5NA5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZraQrH3tLI/s320/desierto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382995139781002130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="left"&gt;Everybody hurts&lt;/h1&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 align="left"&gt;       Todo el mundo sufre    &lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       Cuando tu día se haga largo&lt;br /&gt;Y la noche&lt;br /&gt;Tu noche sea solitaria&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estés segura que ya has vivido suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Bien, espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te deprimas&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo el mundo llora&lt;br /&gt;Y todo el mundo sufre&lt;br /&gt;A veces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces todo esta mal&lt;br /&gt;Ahora es tiempo de cantar solo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tu día sea como la noche&lt;br /&gt;(Aguanta, aguanta)&lt;br /&gt;Si te sientes con ganas de marchar&lt;br /&gt;(Aguanta)&lt;br /&gt;Si estas seguro de que tienes suficiente con esta vida&lt;br /&gt;Espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te deprimas&lt;br /&gt;Porque todo el mundo lloraY todo el mundo sufre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No golpees tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;No golpees tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Si te sientes solo&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no estas solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estas seguro&lt;br /&gt;En esta vidaY los días y noches son largos&lt;br /&gt;Si estas seguro de que tienes demasiado&lt;br /&gt;En esta vida&lt;br /&gt;Espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, todo el mundo sufre&lt;br /&gt;A veces todo el mundo llora&lt;br /&gt;A veces todo el mundo sufre&lt;br /&gt;A veces&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo sufre a veces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces.. aguanta, aguanta&lt;br /&gt;Aguanta, aguanta&lt;br /&gt;Aguanta, aguanta&lt;br /&gt;Aguanta, aguanta&lt;br /&gt;Porque no estas solo&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-6779170977859625900?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/6779170977859625900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=6779170977859625900' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/6779170977859625900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/6779170977859625900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody hurts'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/SrQ9jy5NA5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZraQrH3tLI/s72-c/desierto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-7707082441381296463</id><published>2009-08-31T21:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:38:44.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SpxtA_Fj32I/AAAAAAAAADw/LrETr_BeiDs/s1600-h/oasis-im169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SpxtA_Fj32I/AAAAAAAAADw/LrETr_BeiDs/s320/oasis-im169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376291918875713378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me entere por la vida misma que Noel se iba de la banda, no lo podia creer, me empeze a sentir mal de repente, y decia y me preguntaba como mierda podia pasar esto, cosas de la vida diria..&lt;br /&gt;Entonces empeze a pensar, y me di cuenta de que la esperanza de que se arreglen aunqe esta vez parece dificil, esta vigente, que Noel esta tocado por una varita y va a seguir componiendo ese sonido armonico y familiar aunque nunca se haya oido que lo caracteriza y que se va a poder seguir disfrutando de su musica, en cuanto a Oasis en si, la vida misma, todo comienzo es un final, pensar que esa banda creo himnos mundiales y duele pensar que parte de la historia misma de la musica se disuelva, pero espero que no, que Liam le ponga ganas y que sigan, que talento sobra y que desde aca los voy a seguir siempre..&lt;br /&gt;Pero como todo, es parte de la vida, un comienzo, un final,  sera cuestion de tiempo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-7707082441381296463?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/7707082441381296463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=7707082441381296463' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/7707082441381296463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/7707082441381296463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/08/oasis.html' title='Oasis'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/SpxtA_Fj32I/AAAAAAAAADw/LrETr_BeiDs/s72-c/oasis-im169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-4761784781865611153</id><published>2009-08-25T21:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:13:25.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>This is the book I never read&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I never said&lt;br /&gt;This is the path I'll never tread&lt;br /&gt;These are the dreams I'll dream instead&lt;br /&gt;This is the joy that's seldom spread&lt;br /&gt;These are the tears...&lt;br /&gt;The tears we shed&lt;br /&gt;This is the fear&lt;br /&gt;This is the dread&lt;br /&gt;These are the contents of my head&lt;br /&gt;And these are the years that we have spent&lt;br /&gt;And this is what they represent&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I feel ?&lt;br /&gt;'cause i don't think you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know what I feel&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know what I feel&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-4761784781865611153?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/4761784781865611153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=4761784781865611153' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/4761784781865611153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/4761784781865611153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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-1287178969644632941.post-682981433552910860</id><published>2009-08-05T22:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:48:25.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;table align="center" border="0" width="342"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td width="336"&gt;&lt;h1 align="left"&gt;All I need&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Need&lt;br /&gt;I'm the next act&lt;br /&gt;waiting in the wings&lt;br /&gt;I'm an animal&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in your hot car&lt;br /&gt;I am all the days&lt;br /&gt;that you choose to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of your picture&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the reeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a moth&lt;br /&gt;who just wants to share your light&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an insect&lt;br /&gt;trying to get out of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stick with you&lt;br /&gt;because there are no others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of your picture&lt;br /&gt;Lying in the reeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's all wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's all right... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-682981433552910860?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/682981433552910860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=682981433552910860' title='0 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/Sm0LDrUDzdI/AAAAAAAAADo/R-knudyKQNk/s1600-h/runaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/Sm0LDrUDzdI/AAAAAAAAADo/R-knudyKQNk/s320/runaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362954889062501842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando saber cuando huir y cuando quedarse a pelearla?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando hay que asumir una derrota y cuando lucharla con uñas y dientes hasta que se pueda?&lt;br /&gt;Creo que si sabemos eso, entendemos la mayoria de las cosas,&lt;br /&gt;pero no, no tenemos ese poder, o yo por lo menos no lo tengo&lt;br /&gt;que va a ser, asi es la vida..&lt;br /&gt;Feel no pain, but my life ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm my best friend&lt;br /&gt;No one cares, but I'm so much stronger&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight until the end&lt;br /&gt;To escape from the true false world&lt;br /&gt;Undamaged destiny&lt;br /&gt;Can't get caught in the endless circle&lt;br /&gt;Ring of stupidity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-7436873899496699659?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/7436873899496699659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=7436873899496699659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/7436873899496699659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/7436873899496699659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/07/veces-hay-qe-huir-otras-hay-que.html' title='A veces hay qe huir, otras hay que quedarse a pelear'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/Sm0LDrUDzdI/AAAAAAAAADo/R-knudyKQNk/s72-c/runaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-6554422662915454101</id><published>2009-07-19T01:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:16:43.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lejos de aqui</title><content type='html'>Hoy parto,&lt;br /&gt;nose hasta cuando,&lt;br /&gt;nose que busco,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SmKd-FDnjQI/AAAAAAAAADg/oN9Kfy5uqsU/s1600-h/campo+cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/SmKd-FDnjQI/AAAAAAAAADg/oN9Kfy5uqsU/s320/campo+cielo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360020196359113986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nose que voy a encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;solo se que no aguanto mas,&lt;br /&gt;necesito irme, pensar, reflexionar,&lt;br /&gt;necesito paz, nada de nada,&lt;br /&gt;aire sin contaminar, sin ruidos de autos, sin ruido de nada,&lt;br /&gt;a escuchar el ruido del silencio y encontrarme,&lt;br /&gt;encontrar eso,&lt;br /&gt;eso que nose que es pero sabe que lo estoy buscando y yo se que lo quiero encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos lo llamaran huir,&lt;br /&gt;quizas es la pura verdad,&lt;br /&gt;pero todos en algun momento necesitamos huir,&lt;br /&gt;quizas este es el mio, y deseo irme.&lt;br /&gt;Replantear objetivos, analizar, analizarme, conectarme y desenchufarme,&lt;br /&gt;necesito vida,&lt;br /&gt;la vida,&lt;br /&gt;mi vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-6554422662915454101?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/6554422662915454101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=6554422662915454101' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/6554422662915454101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/6554422662915454101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/07/lejos-de-aqui.html' title='Lejos de aqui'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/SmKd-FDnjQI/AAAAAAAAADg/oN9Kfy5uqsU/s72-c/campo+cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-8029724541081918805</id><published>2009-07-16T23:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:01:23.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/Sl_pCZ1lOmI/AAAAAAAAADY/jhuGO3fN-aA/s1600-h/179_2007120143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_47Jq--YhSa8/Sl_pCZ1lOmI/AAAAAAAAADY/jhuGO3fN-aA/s320/179_2007120143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359258309098814050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una lombriz de superficie (epigea) que se cría en contenedores llamados composteras.&lt;br /&gt;Las lombrices comen su peso por día (1 gramo).&lt;br /&gt;2.000 lombrices producen 1 Kg. de humus por día.&lt;br /&gt;En cautiverio viven 16 años.&lt;br /&gt;Se reproducen una vez por semana.&lt;br /&gt;Son hermafroditas, y por lo tanto todos los individuos dan crías.&lt;br /&gt;Alcanzan la madurez reproductora a los 3 meses de edad.&lt;br /&gt;Cada cápsula (cocón) genera unas 15 lombricitas.&lt;br /&gt;Condiciones ambientales del hábitat y compostera:&lt;br /&gt;Temperatura: Mínima 0º - Máxima 30º - Optima 20º.&lt;br /&gt;Humedad: 80 %(mojado pero que no chorree).&lt;br /&gt;Acidez: Normal: 7 (mínimo: 4,2 - ácido máximo 8 - alcalino).&lt;br /&gt;Composteras:&lt;br /&gt;Pueden tener cualquier dimensión Desde una pequeña caja para colocar bajo la mesada de la cocina o en el sótano hasta una cuna comercial de producción intensiva. Hay de dos tipos: tolva y cuna. La tolva más sencilla es un simple tacho. La basura se tira por la parte superior y el humus se saca por abajo. Las lombrices no son un problema para la extracción del compost ya que tienden a ir hacia arriba, donde está la comida (allí también dejan sus cápsulas).&lt;br /&gt;La compostera hay que colocarla en un lugar sombreado, que no se inunde y se debe cubrir con una malla del tipo media sombra para evitar que entren pájaros y otros predadores. Mientras que no escasee el alimento las lombrices no se escaparán.&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer un buen manejo de la basura y no afectar a las lombrices con las altas temperaturas que se producen durante la fermentación de la misma, se alterna la colocación de los residuos; 15 días a la derecha y los 15 siguientes a la izquierda.&lt;br /&gt;A medida que se saca humus por la parle interior baja la basura y deja espacio para echar más.&lt;br /&gt;La cuna es un contenedor rectangular hecho con placas de chapa o madera La materia orgánica se va incorporando por capas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaria bueno qe todos tengamos de esas lombrices adentro nuestro, q coman quizas lo malo qe tenemos por no decir la mierda qe cada uno lleva adentro y nos limpien, algunos se dan cuenta y comienzan a utilizar este metodo, pero otros, almacenan mas y mas, y llega un momento, que al no poder contenerla la reparten y asi comienzan a cagar un entorno y asi a toda una poblacion.&lt;br /&gt;Muchachos, pongamos un poco de pila y qe las lombrices nos ayuden, sino el mundo, cada ves, va mas para atras..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-8029724541081918805?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/8029724541081918805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=8029724541081918805' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/8029724541081918805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/8029724541081918805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/07/es-una-lombriz-de-superficie-epigea-que.html' title=''/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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/_47Jq--YhSa8/Sl_pCZ1lOmI/AAAAAAAAADY/jhuGO3fN-aA/s72-c/179_2007120143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-3463790459376917614</id><published>2009-07-15T01:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:15:23.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volver a empezar</title><content type='html'>Pasa la vida y el tiempo no se queda quieto&lt;br /&gt;llevo un silencio de frío con la soledad&lt;br /&gt;En qué lugar anidare mis sueños nuevos&lt;br /&gt;Y quién me dará una mano cuando quiera despertar&lt;br /&gt;Volver a empezar, aun no termina el juego&lt;br /&gt;volver a empezar, que no se apague el fuego&lt;br /&gt;queda mucho por andar&lt;br /&gt;Y que mañana será una día nuevo bajo el sol&lt;br /&gt;volver a empezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fueron los aplausos y algunos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;y el eco de la gloria duerme en un placard&lt;br /&gt;Yo seguiré adelante atravesando miedos&lt;br /&gt;Sabe dios que nunca es tarde, para&lt;br /&gt;Volver a empezar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volver a empezar, aun no termina el juego&lt;br /&gt;volver a empezar, que no se apague el fuego&lt;br /&gt;queda mucho por andar&lt;br /&gt;Y que mañana será una día nuevo bajo el sol&lt;br /&gt;volver a empezar, volver a intentar&lt;br /&gt;Volver a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volver a empezar, aun no termina el juego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy puedo decir que voy a volver a empezar,&lt;br /&gt;y espero qe no alla terminado el juego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-3463790459376917614?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/3463790459376917614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=3463790459376917614' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/3463790459376917614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/3463790459376917614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/07/volver-empezar.html' title='Volver a 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357789452696763202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't really care,&lt;br /&gt;I look myself in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;there's no one there.&lt;br /&gt;I fall upon the earth,&lt;br /&gt;I call upon the air,&lt;br /&gt;but all I get is the same old vacant stare.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-6802083707377525256?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/6802083707377525256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=6802083707377525256' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1287178969644632941.post-4088561219331018461</id><published>2009-07-09T22:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:41:42.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Las decisiones</title><content type='html'>Queres Ser Alguien mejor?,&lt;br /&gt;Queres crecer?&lt;br /&gt;Queres desarrollar Sabiduria, experiencia y Madurez?&lt;br /&gt;entoces tomas decisiones difíciles y asumela responsabilidades que ellas implican.&lt;br /&gt;Es muy fácil responsabilizarse por aquello que sabemos saldrá bien.&lt;br /&gt;Es mucho más difícil responsabilizarse poraquello que podría salir mal.&lt;br /&gt;Es fácil responsabilizarse cuando los riesgosson bajos.&lt;br /&gt;Es más difícil responsabilizarse cuando losriesgos son altos.&lt;br /&gt;Es más fácil responsabilizarse ante el un triunfo.&lt;br /&gt;Es más difícil responsabilizarse ante el fracaso.&lt;br /&gt;"Las decisiones fáciles pueden hacerte quedarbien.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, responsabilizarse por las decisiones difíciles puede hacerte quedar mejor.&lt;div style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"  &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/1287178969644632941-4088561219331018461?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/4088561219331018461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=4088561219331018461' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/4088561219331018461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/4088561219331018461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/07/las-desiciones.html' title='Las decisiones'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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-1287178969644632941.post-7662648951571488035</id><published>2009-07-07T21:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:53:42.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>El darwinismo social</title><content type='html'>El darwinismo social es una teoría social pseudocientífica inspirada en la teoría biológica de la selección natural de Charles Darwin. Sin embargo, a diferencia del mecanismo evolutivo propuesto por Darwin, el darwinismo social (que no fue ideado ni obtuvo el respaldo de dicho científico) traslada mecánicamente la teoría biológica de la selección natural a los fenómenos sociales de la humanidad. De esta forma, propone que la supervivencia del más apto es un elemento inherente a las relaciones sociales, pasando por alto los aspectos que constituyen la complejidad de las comunidades humanas. Por esto, los postulados que devienen de teorías relacionadas con el darwinismo social no son considerados válidos científicamente, lo que coloca a esta teoría dentro de la definición de pseudociencia (ver por ejemplo: El gen egoísta de Richard Dawkins o La falsa medida del hombre de Stephen Jay Gould). Más allá del campo teórico, la ideología que se desprende de esta visión de la sociedad se encuentra a lo largo de la historia íntimamente relacionada con posturas sexistas, racistas y etnocéntricas, así como en la justificación, en el plano teórico, de situaciones de injusticia social, tales como la falta de derechos igualitarios entre mujeres y hombres o entre clases sociales o etnias diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas todos tenemos un poco de Darwin a dentro nuestro, y no esta mal, segun esta teoria, en lo cotidiano, desde un trabajo hasta en aspectos normales, predomina el mas fuerte,el mas fuerte no es mas qe el qe le pone mas esfuerzo, el qe se fija un objetivo y el qe lo cumple.&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero y soy darwinista, selecciono, elijo, lo mejor para mi y mis afectos, y es asi la vida, acaso Dios no nos selecciona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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social'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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-1287178969644632941.post-1339788980238501641</id><published>2009-07-06T00:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:59:52.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey And The Moon</title><content type='html'>Don't know why I'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;If you weren't real I would make you up&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could follow through&lt;br /&gt;I know that your love is true&lt;br /&gt;And deep&lt;br /&gt;As the sea&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we first met&lt;br /&gt;And everything was still a bet&lt;br /&gt;In love's game&lt;br /&gt;You would call; I'd call you back&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd leave&lt;br /&gt;A message&lt;br /&gt;On your answering&lt;br /&gt;Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're made out of blood and rust&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone to trust&lt;br /&gt;Without&lt;br /&gt;A fight&lt;br /&gt;I think that you came too soon&lt;br /&gt;You're the honey and the moon&lt;br /&gt;That lights&lt;br /&gt;Up my night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are waking up,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;We got too much time to kill&lt;br /&gt;Like pigeons on my windowsill&lt;br /&gt;We hang around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've been with you&lt;br /&gt;You hold me up&lt;br /&gt;All the time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning blue,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;The sun is trying to kill the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could follow you&lt;br /&gt;To the shores&lt;br /&gt;Of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Where no one lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;Joseph Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-1339788980238501641?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/1339788980238501641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=1339788980238501641' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/1339788980238501641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/1339788980238501641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/2009/07/honey-and-moon.html' title='Honey And The Moon'/><author><name>chulio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14746851055216468221</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-1287178969644632941.post-4699257112185100761</id><published>2009-07-06T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:58:18.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida</title><content type='html'>Hoy reabro enorgullesido mi blog,&lt;br /&gt;dado que estas vacaciones forsosas me toman en un momento de ocio bastante importante en el cual nose que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy quizas en una etapa en la cual es dificil de explicar, pero creo q seria de transcision, la cual solo el tiempo sabra cuanto durara, por eso creo q aunqe obviamente nadie leera esto, me ayudara a expresar qizas lo qe siento o qizas no, es parte de la vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-4699257112185100761?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/4699257112185100761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=4699257112185100761' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/4699257112185100761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1287178969644632941/posts/default/4699257112185100761'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como cuesta a veces abrir el corazon, como cuesta dejar ver el interior, ¿porqe cuesta tanto? que es lo qe escondemos, es malo mostrarse como realmente uno es, ¿es malo salir del caparazon superficial? cuantas personas realmente nos conocen, cuantas creen conocernos y a cuantas personas realmente conocemos nosotros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1287178969644632941-1378726883403720730?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/1378726883403720730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=1378726883403720730' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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conforme&lt;br /&gt;con sus algas&lt;br /&gt;sus musgos y sus peces,&lt;br /&gt; sereno en mi confianza&lt;br /&gt;confiando en que una tarde&lt;br /&gt;te acerques y te mires,&lt;br /&gt;te mires al mirarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Benedetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo qe este gran poemanos identifica a muchos, por lo menos conmigo lo hace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-2154729487356867090?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/2154729487356867090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1287178969644632941&amp;postID=2154729487356867090' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nose qe va a salir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy no voy a escribir mucho, solo voy a dejar una cancion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Masterplan- Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomate el tiempo para reflexionar&lt;br /&gt;sobre qué es lo que quieres decir&lt;br /&gt; y desecha tus palabras sobre las olas&lt;br /&gt;vuélvelas a traer hoy con conformismo&lt;br /&gt; en un barco de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;y mientras caen sobre la orilla&lt;br /&gt;diles que no teman nunca más&lt;br /&gt;Cántalo alto y cántalo orgulloso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1287178969644632941-1918330236549256553?l=cchulio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cchulio.blogspot.com/feeds/1918330236549256553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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