<?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-4753941388555882662</id><updated>2012-01-29T00:00:48.212-08:00</updated><category term='james dean'/><category term='fucking school'/><title type='text'>Look into my eyes It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2138449524198096255</id><published>2011-12-19T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:24:01.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Star - John Keats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQvyt9FyPR8/Tu_jo33Ad-I/AAAAAAAABLw/MjpeYIMekk4/s1600/tumblr_ltqjs9BXc41qfcyz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQvyt9FyPR8/Tu_jo33Ad-I/AAAAAAAABLw/MjpeYIMekk4/s400/tumblr_ltqjs9BXc41qfcyz0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688015145721165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;Estrella brillante, si fuera constante como tú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;no en solitario esplendor colgada de lo alto de la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;y mirando, con eternos párpados abiertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;como de naturaleza paciente, un insomne Eremita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;las móviles aguas en su religiosa tarea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;de pura ablución alrededor de tierra de humanas riberas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;o de contemplación de la recién suavemente caída máscara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;de nieve de las montañas y páramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;No, aún todavía constante, todavía inamovible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;recostada sobre el maduro corazón de mi bello amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;para sentir para siempre su suave henchirse y caer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;despierto por siempre en una dulce inquietud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;silencioso, silencioso para escuchar su tierno respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;font-family:Georgia,&amp;quot;;" &gt;y así vivir por siempre o si no, desvanecerme en la muerte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-2138449524198096255?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2138449524198096255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2138449524198096255' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2138449524198096255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2138449524198096255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/12/bright-star-john-keats.html' title='Bright Star - John Keats'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQvyt9FyPR8/Tu_jo33Ad-I/AAAAAAAABLw/MjpeYIMekk4/s72-c/tumblr_ltqjs9BXc41qfcyz0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8948917141450206470</id><published>2011-10-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:29:54.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And if the day came when I felt a natral emotion I'd get such a shock I'd probably jump in the ocean. and when a train goes by it's such a sad﻿ sound.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GN1_gcDlcR4/TqGBmoAGW-I/AAAAAAAABLk/HIVN0uKvmZQ/s1600/tumblr_lkntlrjWdb1qchoh4o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 523px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GN1_gcDlcR4/TqGBmoAGW-I/AAAAAAAABLk/HIVN0uKvmZQ/s400/tumblr_lkntlrjWdb1qchoh4o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665952306781641698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;And when I'm lying in my bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think about life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think about death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;And neither one particularly appeals to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;And if the day came when I felt a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Natural emotion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the middle of the street and die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd lie down and die﻿ ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8948917141450206470?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8948917141450206470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8948917141450206470' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8948917141450206470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8948917141450206470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-if-day-came-when-i-felt-natral.html' title='And if the day came when I felt a natral emotion I&apos;d get such a shock I&apos;d probably jump in the ocean. and when a train goes by it&apos;s such a sad﻿ sound.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GN1_gcDlcR4/TqGBmoAGW-I/AAAAAAAABLk/HIVN0uKvmZQ/s72-c/tumblr_lkntlrjWdb1qchoh4o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4238052751121908451</id><published>2011-09-13T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:29:30.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans Giebenrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt-ZjppqZJU/TnDjkap-LkI/AAAAAAAABLc/8br9UXfXno0/s1600/3380714056_379b192bd3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt-ZjppqZJU/TnDjkap-LkI/AAAAAAAABLc/8br9UXfXno0/s400/3380714056_379b192bd3_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652267747120131650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así ocurrió que el muchacho prematuramente adulto terminó por vivir durante su enfermedad una segunda infancia artificial. El carácter que le habían robado los hombres de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;escuela cuando&lt;/span&gt; era niño &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;volvió&lt;/span&gt; con mayor fuerza y pasión, errabundo entre una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;verdadera&lt;/span&gt; selva de recuerdos cuya fuerza y claridad los hacía acaso enfermizos. Volvió a vivirlos con una pasión y un ardor no menores que entonces, y la corriente contenida durante tanto tiempo volvió a fluir con tanta fuerza que amenazó, incluso, con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anegarlo&lt;/span&gt; todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b02ZKUbS2xI/TnDjHy64wwI/AAAAAAAABLU/hsrW1gtqnvg/s1600/7322.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b02ZKUbS2xI/TnDjHy64wwI/AAAAAAAABLU/hsrW1gtqnvg/s400/7322.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652267255417324290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando se poda un árbol brotan en su tronco y sus ramas nuevos retoños. Así ocurre también con un alma enferma en su floración y maleada en su germen que retoña nuevamente y vuelve a la época primaveral del principio, a la niñez irresponsable e inocente, como si pudiera descubrir en ellas nuevas esperanzas y anudar el hilo roto de la vida. Los retoños del tronco de las ramas crecen también con rapidez, pero siempre siguen siendo retoños sin llegar jamás al árbol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-4238052751121908451?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4238052751121908451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4238052751121908451' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4238052751121908451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4238052751121908451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/09/hans-giebenrath.html' title='Hans Giebenrath'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt-ZjppqZJU/TnDjkap-LkI/AAAAAAAABLc/8br9UXfXno0/s72-c/3380714056_379b192bd3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5582741978389261949</id><published>2011-08-15T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:53:36.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The more you ignore me, the closer i get. You're wasting your time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vNkEIGO_4c/Tkm_d_fFeMI/AAAAAAAABLE/EdL3aFKvABg/s1600/102_0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vNkEIGO_4c/Tkm_d_fFeMI/AAAAAAAABLE/EdL3aFKvABg/s400/102_0981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641250530237184194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5582741978389261949?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5582741978389261949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5582741978389261949' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5582741978389261949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5582741978389261949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-you-ignore-me-closer-i-get-youre.html' title='The more you ignore me, the closer i get. You&apos;re wasting your time...'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vNkEIGO_4c/Tkm_d_fFeMI/AAAAAAAABLE/EdL3aFKvABg/s72-c/102_0981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5001320374178226143</id><published>2011-06-02T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:29:14.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Tempestad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n0CyZzxPPQ/TegqPAdyyJI/AAAAAAAABKw/Q-t5QfNVGV4/s1600/WATERHOUSE_Miranda_1400x105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 587px; height: 437px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n0CyZzxPPQ/TegqPAdyyJI/AAAAAAAABKw/Q-t5QfNVGV4/s400/WATERHOUSE_Miranda_1400x105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613783372828690578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estamos hechos de la misma materia que los sueños y nuestra pequeña vida termina durmiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sgub-BaTQvs?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5001320374178226143?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5001320374178226143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5001320374178226143' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5001320374178226143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5001320374178226143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/06/estamos-hechos-de-la-misma-materia-que.html' title='La Tempestad'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6n0CyZzxPPQ/TegqPAdyyJI/AAAAAAAABKw/Q-t5QfNVGV4/s72-c/WATERHOUSE_Miranda_1400x105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5778466595955497240</id><published>2011-05-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:53:01.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto XXIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvtiOV5f7fw/TdxSgw7k9iI/AAAAAAAABKA/B90uRkAqFPA/s1600/tumblr_l3ngxguNVa1qb0tnwo1_r1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 498px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvtiOV5f7fw/TdxSgw7k9iI/AAAAAAAABKA/B90uRkAqFPA/s400/tumblr_l3ngxguNVa1qb0tnwo1_r1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610449958640875042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintores son mis ojos: te fijaron&lt;br /&gt;sobre la tabla de mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;   y mi cuerpo es el marco que sostiene&lt;br /&gt; la perspectiva de la obra insigne.&lt;br /&gt; A través del pintor hay que mirar&lt;br /&gt; para encontrar tu imagen verdadera,&lt;br /&gt; colgada en el taller que hay en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt; al que brindan ventanas tus dos ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y observa de los ojos el servicio:&lt;br /&gt; los míos diseñaron tu figura,&lt;br /&gt; los tuyos son ventanas de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt; por las que atisba el sol, feliz de verte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mas algo falta al arte de los ojos:&lt;br /&gt; dibujan lo que ven y al alma ignoran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;  text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W. Shakespeare&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-5778466595955497240?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5778466595955497240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5778466595955497240' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5778466595955497240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5778466595955497240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/05/soneto-xxiv.html' title='Soneto XXIV'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvtiOV5f7fw/TdxSgw7k9iI/AAAAAAAABKA/B90uRkAqFPA/s72-c/tumblr_l3ngxguNVa1qb0tnwo1_r1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-202781879133014731</id><published>2011-04-24T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:03:09.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Op.48 no.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IvILK2AO0rU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se recomienda no escuchar ciertos nocturnos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chopin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  en situaciones de transición sentimental. Este romántico por exelencia  logra con un Do menor desmenuzarte el alma y dejarla vulnerable de penas  antañas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-202781879133014731?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/202781879133014731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=202781879133014731' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/202781879133014731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/202781879133014731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/04/op48-no1.html' title='Op.48 no.1'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IvILK2AO0rU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7825496449969097588</id><published>2011-04-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:10:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquatic Nocturne - Sylvia Plath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utGATbK_LSU/TbPD128NhNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/d443_g61-Tc/s1600/Andrew%2BWyeth%2B-%2BIndian%2BSummer%2B1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 497px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utGATbK_LSU/TbPD128NhNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/d443_g61-Tc/s400/Andrew%2BWyeth%2B-%2BIndian%2BSummer%2B1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599034091800200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep in liquid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; turquoise slivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; of dilute light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  quiver in thin streaks&lt;br /&gt;of bright tinfoil&lt;br /&gt;on mobile jet:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  pale flounder&lt;br /&gt;waver by&lt;br /&gt;tilting silver:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  in the shallows&lt;br /&gt;agile minnows&lt;br /&gt;flicker gilt:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  grapeblue mussels&lt;br /&gt;dilate lithe and&lt;br /&gt;pliant valves:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  dull lunar globes&lt;br /&gt;of blubous jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;glow milkgreen:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  eels twirl&lt;br /&gt;in wily spirals&lt;br /&gt;on elusive tails:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  adroir lobsters&lt;br /&gt;amble darkly olive&lt;br /&gt;on shrewd claws:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;  down where sound&lt;br /&gt;comes blunt and wan&lt;br /&gt;like the bronze tone&lt;br /&gt;of a sunken gong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&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/4753941388555882662-7825496449969097588?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7825496449969097588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7825496449969097588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7825496449969097588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7825496449969097588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/04/op-48-no-1.html' title='Aquatic Nocturne - Sylvia Plath'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utGATbK_LSU/TbPD128NhNI/AAAAAAAABJ4/d443_g61-Tc/s72-c/Andrew%2BWyeth%2B-%2BIndian%2BSummer%2B1970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2332712644941718961</id><published>2011-03-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:34:59.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Había probado a fondo la soledad. Pero ahora presentí que había una soledad más profunda, y que ésta era inevitable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH86yD12kT8/TY1QMkHaknI/AAAAAAAABJI/hTOiRFfHPAw/s1600/dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 593px; height: 527px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH86yD12kT8/TY1QMkHaknI/AAAAAAAABJI/hTOiRFfHPAw/s400/dali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588210889420083826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: left;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;n estos momentos tuve una certeza fulminante: cada uno tenía una &lt;misión&gt;, pero ésta no podía ser elegida, definida, administrada a voluntad. Era un error desear nuevos dioses, y &lt;/misión&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; falso querer dar algo al mundo. No  existía ningún deber, ninguno, para un hombre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;consiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, excepto el de  buscarse a sí mismo, afirmarse en su interior, tantear un cambio hacia  adelante sin preocuparse de la meta a que pudiera conducir. Aquel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;descubrimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; me conmovió &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;; éste fue el fruto de aquella experiencia. Yo había jugado a menudo con imágenes del futuro y soñado con papeles que me pudieran estar destinados, de poeta quizá, de profeta, de pintor o de cualquier otra cosa. Aquellas imágenes no valían nada. Yo no estaba en el mundo para escribir, predicar o pintar; ni yo ni nadie estaba para eso. Tales cosas sólo podían surgir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;marginalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; La misión verdadera de cada uno era llegar a sí mismo. Se podía llegar a poeta o a loco, a profeta o a criminal; eso no era asunto de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;: a fin de cuentas, carecía de toda importancia.  Lo que importaba era encontrar su propio destino, no un destino cualquiera, y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;vivirlo por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; completo. Todo lo demás eran medianías, un intento de evasión, de buscar refugio en el ideal de la masa; era amoldarse; era miedo ante la propia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;individualidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. L a nueva imagen surgió terrible y sagrada ante mis ojos, presentida múltiples veces, quizá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;pronunciaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ya de la naturaleza, un proyecto hacia lo desconocido, quizás hacia lo nuevo, quizás hacia la nada; y mi misión, mi única misión, era sentir en mí su voluntad e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;identificarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; con él por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Demian-Herman Hesse.&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/4753941388555882662-2332712644941718961?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2332712644941718961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2332712644941718961' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2332712644941718961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2332712644941718961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/03/habia-probado-fondo-la-soledad-pero.html' title='Había probado a fondo la soledad. Pero ahora presentí que había una soledad más profunda, y que ésta era inevitable.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zH86yD12kT8/TY1QMkHaknI/AAAAAAAABJI/hTOiRFfHPAw/s72-c/dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6045235701556074394</id><published>2011-02-09T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:32:43.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james dean'/><title type='text'>Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMG_GT0HdI/AAAAAAAABJA/BlNtZQqFV7A/s1600/tumblr_ledk1qFGMa1qzmzcxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMG_GT0HdI/AAAAAAAABJA/BlNtZQqFV7A/s400/tumblr_ledk1qFGMa1qzmzcxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571804845082680786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMG-_GDZ5I/AAAAAAAABI4/_F-tQEXUWYo/s1600/tumblr_le9yrz3Hpi1qaufq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 456px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMG-_GDZ5I/AAAAAAAABI4/_F-tQEXUWYo/s400/tumblr_le9yrz3Hpi1qaufq6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571804843145914258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMG-qOZW-I/AAAAAAAABIw/3mbXcR8xdTI/s1600/tumblr_lfukk8M6kQ1qbsk8ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMC1x3hmjI/AAAAAAAABIo/xXfS4cO92bM/s1600/tumblr_lfukk8M6kQ1qbsk8ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 557px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMC1x3hmjI/AAAAAAAABIo/xXfS4cO92bM/s400/tumblr_lfukk8M6kQ1qbsk8ao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571800286929984050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHqWyj03ho8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/02 Happy B-day♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-6045235701556074394?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6045235701556074394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6045235701556074394' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6045235701556074394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6045235701556074394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html' title='Dream as if you&apos;ll live forever. Live as if you&apos;ll die today.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TVMG_GT0HdI/AAAAAAAABJA/BlNtZQqFV7A/s72-c/tumblr_ledk1qFGMa1qzmzcxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8548712024088609467</id><published>2011-02-01T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:58:16.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TUisBgYLSOI/AAAAAAAABIc/JEluXNYEG-8/s1600/tumblr_lfvg5dHpzg1qg4zguo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TUisBgYLSOI/AAAAAAAABIc/JEluXNYEG-8/s400/tumblr_lfvg5dHpzg1qg4zguo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568890081114802402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aZei2IUQojw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8548712024088609467?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8548712024088609467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8548712024088609467' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8548712024088609467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8548712024088609467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TUisBgYLSOI/AAAAAAAABIc/JEluXNYEG-8/s72-c/tumblr_lfvg5dHpzg1qg4zguo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1662055541617363793</id><published>2011-01-19T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:12:53.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TTeXgOMctMI/AAAAAAAABIU/GSNib2yZgvo/s1600/sir_edward_john_poynter_cave_of_the_storm_nymphs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 513px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TTeXgOMctMI/AAAAAAAABIU/GSNib2yZgvo/s400/sir_edward_john_poynter_cave_of_the_storm_nymphs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564082444461454530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quienes descubren significados ruines en cosas hermosas están  corrompidos sin ser elegantes, lo que es un defecto. Quienes encuentran  significados bellos en cosas hermosas son espíritus cultivados. Para  ellos hay esperanza. Son los elegidos, y en su caso las cosas hermosas  sólo significan belleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-1662055541617363793?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1662055541617363793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1662055541617363793' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1662055541617363793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1662055541617363793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2011/01/quienes-descubren-significados-ruines.html' title=''/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TTeXgOMctMI/AAAAAAAABIU/GSNib2yZgvo/s72-c/sir_edward_john_poynter_cave_of_the_storm_nymphs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5183656990793386296</id><published>2010-12-26T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:52:46.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TReq79zk1AI/AAAAAAAABIA/DmAduG_haXY/s1600/adrien_moreau_a3657_une_mascarade_au_xvii_siecle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 403px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TReq79zk1AI/AAAAAAAABIA/DmAduG_haXY/s400/adrien_moreau_a3657_une_mascarade_au_xvii_siecle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555096612564685826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we really happy with&lt;br /&gt;This lonely game we play&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;Searching but not finding&lt;br /&gt;Understanding anyway&lt;br /&gt;We’re lost in this masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both afraid to say we’re just too far away&lt;br /&gt;From being close together from the start&lt;br /&gt;We tried to talk it over&lt;br /&gt;But the words got in the way&lt;br /&gt;We’re lost inside this lonely game we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughts of leaving disappear&lt;br /&gt;Each time I see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;To understand the reason&lt;br /&gt;Why we carry on this way&lt;br /&gt;And we’re lost in this masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to talk it over&lt;br /&gt;But the words got in the way&lt;br /&gt;We’re lost inside this lonely game we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re lost in a masquerade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5183656990793386296?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5183656990793386296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5183656990793386296' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5183656990793386296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5183656990793386296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/12/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TReq79zk1AI/AAAAAAAABIA/DmAduG_haXY/s72-c/adrien_moreau_a3657_une_mascarade_au_xvii_siecle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2246100367601879843</id><published>2010-12-13T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:18:07.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El odio te había cegado por completo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TQZ-sXFsmDI/AAAAAAAABH0/osJpYEIQMCw/s1600/danteyvirgilioenelinfiear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TQZ-sXFsmDI/AAAAAAAABH0/osJpYEIQMCw/s400/danteyvirgilioenelinfiear4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550262891357968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;El odio ciega a los hombres. Esto, tú no lo has advertido. El amor puede leer lo escrito en las estrellas más distantes; pero el odio te cegó de tal modo, que llegaste a no poder ver más allá del reducido jardín de tus deseos cotidianos; ese jardín cercado y la imaginación, la verdadera y más fatal debilidad de tu ser, no era sino resultado del odio que en ti se abrigaba, que en ti se abrigaba pérdida, silenciosa y disimuladamente. Así como el liquen corroe las raíces de las plantas sin savia, así el odio te ha corroído a ti hasta conducirte paulatinamente a no ver sino los intereses más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; mezquinos y los fines más pobres. Esa condición tuya, cuyo desarrollo hubiese acelerado el amor, la envenenó y la paralizó el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;odio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-2246100367601879843?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2246100367601879843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2246100367601879843' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2246100367601879843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2246100367601879843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-odio-te-habia-cegado-por-completo.html' title='El odio te había cegado por completo.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TQZ-sXFsmDI/AAAAAAAABH0/osJpYEIQMCw/s72-c/danteyvirgilioenelinfiear4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2160164601130447735</id><published>2010-12-11T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:51:31.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TQQqCCfWHmI/AAAAAAAABHo/0sRMBUZ4RnY/s1600/turner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 401px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TQQqCCfWHmI/AAAAAAAABHo/0sRMBUZ4RnY/s400/turner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549606855343742562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;If I should die, think only this of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;That there’s some corner of a foreign field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;That is for ever England. There shall be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A body of England’s, breathing English air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And think, this heart, all evil shed away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;A pulse in the eternal mind, no less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Rupert Brooke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4753941388555882662-2160164601130447735?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2160164601130447735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2160164601130447735' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2160164601130447735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2160164601130447735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/12/soldier.html' title='The soldier'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TQQqCCfWHmI/AAAAAAAABHo/0sRMBUZ4RnY/s72-c/turner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-114965706825055706</id><published>2010-12-07T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:14:26.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Artista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TP7OqYXj-uI/AAAAAAAABHM/KW00YjnMh1Y/s1600/20090311224823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TP7OqYXj-uI/AAAAAAAABHM/KW00YjnMh1Y/s400/20090311224823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548099018458135266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un día nació en su alma el deseo de modelar  la estatua del «Placer que dura un instante». Y marchó por el mundo para  buscar el bronce, pues sólo podía ver sus obras en bronce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     Pero el bronce del mundo entero había desaparecido y en ninguna  parte de la tierra podía encontrarse, como no fuese el bronce de la  estatua del «Dolor que se sufre toda la vida». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     Y era él mismo con sus propias manos quien había modelado esa  estatua, colocándola sobre la tumba del único ser que amó en su vida.  Sobre la tumba del ser amado colocó aquella estatua que era su creación,  para que fuese muestra del amor del hombre que no muere nunca y como  símbolo del dolor del hombre, que se sufre toda la vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     Y en el mundo entero no había más bronce que el de aquella estatua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     Entonces cogió la estatua que había creado, la colocó en un gran horno y la entregó al fuego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;     Y con el bronce de la estatua del «Dolor que se sufre toda la vida» modeló la estatua del «Placer que dura un instante». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Artista'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TP7OqYXj-uI/AAAAAAAABHM/KW00YjnMh1Y/s72-c/20090311224823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-733838919518684553</id><published>2010-11-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:58:52.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si mis manos pudieran deshojar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TOrZT7axe6I/AAAAAAAABG8/pbuouEppfhA/s1600/Copia%2Bde%2Badonis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TOrZT7axe6I/AAAAAAAABG8/pbuouEppfhA/s400/Copia%2Bde%2Badonis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542481227823545250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TOrY85UYLjI/AAAAAAAABG0/1yhaSL75_LU/s1600/Apolo-y-Dafne_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo pronuncio tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;En las noches oscuras&lt;br /&gt;Cuando vienen los astros&lt;br /&gt;A beber en la luna&lt;br /&gt;Y duermen los ramajes&lt;br /&gt;De las frondas ocultas.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me siento hueco&lt;br /&gt;De pasión y de música.&lt;br /&gt;Loco reloj que canta&lt;br /&gt;Muertas horas antiguas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   Yo pronuncio tu nombre,&lt;br /&gt;En esta noche oscura,&lt;br /&gt;Y tu nombre me suena&lt;br /&gt;Más lejano que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Más lejano que todas las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y más doliente que la mansa lluvia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   ¿Te querré como entonces&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez? ¿Qué culpa&lt;br /&gt;Tiene mi corazón?&lt;br /&gt;Si la niebla se esfuma&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué otra pasión me espera?&lt;br /&gt;¿Será tranquila y pura?&lt;br /&gt;¡¡Si mis dedos pudieran&lt;br /&gt;Deshojar a la luna!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;F.G.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5351301571003658802</id><published>2010-09-20T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:52:10.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La manie du cinéma:  Cinémania...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TJfx9FTalvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/AkR2HF6w1U8/s1600/James-Dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 523px; height: 744px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TJfx9FTalvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/AkR2HF6w1U8/s400/James-Dean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519145900063758066" 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/4753941388555882662-5351301571003658802?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5351301571003658802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5351301571003658802' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5351301571003658802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5351301571003658802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-manie-du-cinema-cinemania.html' title='La manie du cinéma:  Cinémania...'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TJfx9FTalvI/AAAAAAAABGQ/AkR2HF6w1U8/s72-c/James-Dean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-782092049978460925</id><published>2010-09-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:41:57.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Árboles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnknv7MII/AAAAAAAABF0/TKeqLkYM_cc/s1600/fotos2010+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnknv7MII/AAAAAAAABF0/TKeqLkYM_cc/s400/fotos2010+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123466279006338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnjbawgsI/AAAAAAAABFk/VsAAxwmST6w/s1600/101_7682.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Los árboles son santuarios. Quien  sabe hablar con ellos, quien sabe escucharles, aprende la verdad. No  predican doctrinas y recetas, predican, indiferentes al detalle, la ley  primitiva de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Un árbol dice: en mi se oculta un núcleo, una chispa, un pensamiento,  soy vida de la vida eterna. Es única la tentativa y la creación que ha  osado en mí la Madre eterna, única es mi forma y únicas las vetas de mi  piel, único el juego más insignificante de las hojas de mi copa y la más  pequeña cicatriz de mi corteza. Mi misión es dar forma y presentar lo  eterno en mis marcas singulares.&lt;br /&gt;Un árbol dice: mi fuerza es la confianza. No sé nada de mis padres, no  sé nada de los miles de retoños que todos los años provienen de mí.  Vivo, hasta el fin , el secreto de mi semilla, no tengo otra  preocupación. Confío en que Dios está en mí. Confío en que mi tarea es  sagrada. Y vivo en esa confianza.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estamos tristes y apenas podemos soportar la vida, un árbol puede  hablarnos así: ¡Estate quieto! ¡Estate quieto! ¡Contémplame! La vida no  es fácil, la vida no es difícil. Estos son pensamientos infantiles.  Deja que Dios hable dentro de ti y enseguida enmudecerán. Estás triste  porque tu camino te aparta de la madre y de la patria. Pero cada paso y  casa día te acerca más a la madre. La patria no está aquí ni allí. La  patria está en tu interior, o en ninguna parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnjbawgsI/AAAAAAAABFk/VsAAxwmST6w/s1600/101_7682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnjbawgsI/AAAAAAAABFk/VsAAxwmST6w/s400/101_7682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123445789131458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnjKlLCaI/AAAAAAAABFc/K-5ZkR8xdyI/s1600/fotos2010+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esto susurra el árbol al atardecer, cuando tenemos miedo de nuestros  propios pensamientos infantiles. Los árboles tienen pensamientos  dilatados, prolijos y serenos, así como una vida más larga que la  nuestra. Son más sabios que nosotros, mientras no les escuchamos. Pero  cuando aprendemos a escuchar a los árboles, la brevedad, rapidez y  apresuramiento infantil de nuestros pensamientos adquieren una alegría  sin precedentes. Quien a aprendido a escuchar a los árboles, ya no desea  ser un árbol. No desea ser más que lo que es. Esto es la patria. Esto  es la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnkGdgCAI/AAAAAAAABFs/WfLsvITADTw/s1600/fotos2010+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnkGdgCAI/AAAAAAAABFs/WfLsvITADTw/s400/fotos2010+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123457343358978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnidblb-I/AAAAAAAABFU/zyPn3cekoMA/s1600/fotos2010+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnidblb-I/AAAAAAAABFU/zyPn3cekoMA/s400/fotos2010+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123429149601762" 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/4753941388555882662-782092049978460925?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/782092049978460925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=782092049978460925' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/782092049978460925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/782092049978460925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/09/los-arboles.html' title='Los Árboles'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TImnknv7MII/AAAAAAAABF0/TKeqLkYM_cc/s72-c/fotos2010+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2697669522661890543</id><published>2010-09-04T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:23:02.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMz7ok47DI/AAAAAAAABEA/0xJTk9qiL1w/s1600/kinopoisk.ru-Gaspard-Ulliel-721150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;This is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; decision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMzyk86mvI/AAAAAAAABD4/pUcBV8RJikI/s1600/5YCawogFslqemngouj5LIZp2o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMzyk86mvI/AAAAAAAABD4/pUcBV8RJikI/s400/5YCawogFslqemngouj5LIZp2o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513307312837270258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMz7ok47DI/AAAAAAAABEA/0xJTk9qiL1w/s1600/kinopoisk.ru-Gaspard-Ulliel-721150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMz7ok47DI/AAAAAAAABEA/0xJTk9qiL1w/s400/kinopoisk.ru-Gaspard-Ulliel-721150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513307468429061170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMzjleg_7I/AAAAAAAABDw/tCzDG9xECnY/s1600/kinopoisk.ru-Gaspard-Ulliel-721152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMzjleg_7I/AAAAAAAABDw/tCzDG9xECnY/s400/kinopoisk.ru-Gaspard-Ulliel-721152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513307055280160690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to live&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; fast&lt;/span&gt; and die &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;young&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-2697669522661890543?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2697669522661890543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2697669522661890543' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2697669522661890543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2697669522661890543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-your-decision-to-live-fast-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TIMzyk86mvI/AAAAAAAABD4/pUcBV8RJikI/s72-c/5YCawogFslqemngouj5LIZp2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2378242350221130156</id><published>2010-08-19T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:45:36.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TG2z0_OMMvI/AAAAAAAABDg/3FCbLAGlURU/s1600/Lamia--1905-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 550px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TG2z0_OMMvI/AAAAAAAABDg/3FCbLAGlURU/s400/Lamia--1905-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507255642249507570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sintió  en su boca el suave olor de la fiebre y lo aspiro como si quisiera  llenarse de las intimidades de su cuerpo. Y en ese momento se imaginó  que ya llevaba muchos años en su casa y que se estaba muriendo. De  pronto tuvo la clara sensación que no podría sobrevivir a la muerte de  ella. Se acostaría a su lado y querría morir con ella. Conmovido por esa  imagen hundió en ese momento la cara en la almohada junto a la cabeza  de ella y permaneció así durante mucho tiempo.....Y le dio pena que en  una situación como aquella, en la que un hombre de verdad sería capaz de  tomar inmediatamente una decisión, él dudase, privando así de su  significado al momento mas hermoso que había vivido jamás (estaba  arrodillado junto a su cama y pensaba que no podría sobrevivir a su  muerte). Se enfadó consigo mismo, pero luego se le ocurrió que en  realidad era bastante natural que no supiera que quería: El hombre nunca  puede saber que debe querer, porque vive solo una vida y no tiene modo  de compararla con sus vidas precedentes ni de enmendarla en sus vidas  posteriores. No existe posibilidad alguna de comprobar cual de las  decisiones es la mejor, porque no existe comparación alguna. El hombre  lo vive todo a la primera y sin preparación. Como si un actor  representase su obra sin ningún tipo de ensayo. Pero que valor puede  tener la vida si el primer ensayo para vivir es ya la vida misma? Por  eso la vida parece un boceto. Pero ni un boceto es la palabra precisa,  porque un boceto es siempre un borrador de algo, la preparación para un  cuadro, mientras que el boceto que es nuestra vida es un boceto para  nada, un borrador sin cuadro.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Si cada uno de los instantes  de nuestra vida se va a repetir infinitas veces, estamos clavados a la  eternidad como Jesucristo a la cruz. La imagen es terrible. En el mundo  del eterno retorno descansa sobre cada gesto el peso de una insoportable  responsabilidad. Ese es el motivo por el cual Nietzsche llamó a la idea  del eterno retorno la carga más pesada. Pero si el eterno retorno es la  carga más pesada, entonces nuestras vidas pueden aparecer, sobre ese  telón de fondo, en toda su maravillosa levedad.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;La carga  más pesada nos destroza, somos derribados por ella, nos aplasta contra  la tierra. Pero en la poesía amatoria de todas las épocas la mujer desea  cargar con el peso del cuerpo del hombre. La carga más pesada es por lo  tanto, a la vez, la imagen de la más intensa plenitud de la vida.  Cuanto más pesada sea la carga, más a ras de tierra estará nuestra vida,  más real y verdadera será. Por el contrario, la ausencia absoluta de  carga hace que el hombre se vuelva más ligero que el aire, vuele hacia  lo alto, se distancie de la tierra, de su ser terreno, que sea real sólo  a medias y sus movimientos sean tan libres como insignificantes.   "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-2378242350221130156?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2378242350221130156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2378242350221130156' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2378242350221130156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2378242350221130156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/08/sintio-en-su-boca-el-suave-olor-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TG2z0_OMMvI/AAAAAAAABDg/3FCbLAGlURU/s72-c/Lamia--1905-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5056436979829960770</id><published>2010-07-26T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:06:47.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NARCISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TE34ru6SC-I/AAAAAAAABDY/Y5t8YqX2OD8/s1600/narciso_caravaggio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TE34ru6SC-I/AAAAAAAABDY/Y5t8YqX2OD8/s400/narciso_caravaggio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498324150299790306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; Narciso.&lt;br /&gt;Tu olor.&lt;br /&gt;Y el fondo del río. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; Quiero quedarme a tu vera.&lt;br /&gt;Flor del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Narciso. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; Por tus blancos ojos cruzan&lt;br /&gt;ondas y peces dormidos.&lt;br /&gt;Pájaros y mariposas&lt;br /&gt;japonizan en los míos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tú diminuto y yo grande.&lt;br /&gt;Flor del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Narciso. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; Las ranas, ¡qué listas son!&lt;br /&gt;Pero no dejan tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;el espejo en que se miran&lt;br /&gt;tu delirio y mi delirio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Narciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y mi dolor mismo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Federico García Lorca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5056436979829960770?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5056436979829960770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5056436979829960770' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5056436979829960770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5056436979829960770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/07/narciso.html' title='NARCISO'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TE34ru6SC-I/AAAAAAAABDY/Y5t8YqX2OD8/s72-c/narciso_caravaggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5614345650458583241</id><published>2010-07-26T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:54:16.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBUSSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TE31I5WaT6I/AAAAAAAABDQ/zDp02pGl6ZY/s1600/debussy_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TE31I5WaT6I/AAAAAAAABDQ/zDp02pGl6ZY/s400/debussy_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498320253271822242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Mi sombra va silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;por el agua de la acequia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Por mi sombra están las ranas&lt;br /&gt;privadas de las estrellas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; La sombra manda a mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;reflejos de cosas quietas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Mi sombra va como inmenso&lt;br /&gt;cínife color violeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Cien grillos quieren dorar&lt;br /&gt;la luz de la cañavera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Una luz nace en mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;reflejado, de la acequia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Federico García Lorca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5614345650458583241?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5614345650458583241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5614345650458583241' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5614345650458583241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5614345650458583241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/07/debussy.html' title='DEBUSSY'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TE31I5WaT6I/AAAAAAAABDQ/zDp02pGl6ZY/s72-c/debussy_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6458233543181005911</id><published>2010-07-15T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:39:43.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ofelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD_wRHkrrqI/AAAAAAAABCk/rXgLl6mTE-Q/s1600/ophelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD_wRHkrrqI/AAAAAAAABCk/rXgLl6mTE-Q/s400/ophelia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374247296642722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="cuerpoPoema"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; En las aguas profundas que acunan las &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;estrellas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;blanca y cándida, Ofelia &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2"&gt;flota&lt;/span&gt;  como un gran lirio,&lt;br /&gt;flota tan lentamente, recostada en sus velos…&lt;br /&gt;cuando tocan a muerte en el bosque lejano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hace ya miles de años que la pálida Ofelia&lt;br /&gt;pasa, fantasma blanco por el gran río negro;&lt;br /&gt;más de mil años ya que su suave locura&lt;br /&gt;murmura su tonada en el aire nocturno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El viento, cual corola, sus senos acaricia&lt;br /&gt;y despliega, acunado, su velamen azul;&lt;br /&gt;los sauces temblorosos lloran contra sus hombros&lt;br /&gt;y por su frente en sueños, la espadaña se pliega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Los rizados nenúfares suspiran a su lado,&lt;br /&gt;mientras ella despierta, en el dormido aliso,&lt;br /&gt;un nido del que surge un mínimo temblor…&lt;br /&gt;y un &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4"&gt;canto&lt;/span&gt;, en oros, cae del  cielo misterioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ¡Oh tristísima  Ofelia, bella como la nieve,&lt;br /&gt;muerta cuando eras niña, llevada por el río!&lt;br /&gt;Y es que los fríos vientos que caen de Noruega&lt;br /&gt;te habían susurrado la adusta libertad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y es que un arcano soplo, al blandir tu melena,&lt;br /&gt;en tu mente traspuesta metió voces extrañas;&lt;br /&gt;y es que tu corazón escuchaba el lamento&lt;br /&gt;de la Naturaleza –son de árboles y noches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y es que la voz del mar, como inmenso jadeo&lt;br /&gt;rompió tu corazón manso y tierno de niña;&lt;br /&gt;y es que un día de abril, un bello infante pálido,&lt;br /&gt;un loco miserioso, a tus pies se sentó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cielo, Amor, Libertad: ¡qué sueño, oh pobre Loca! .&lt;br /&gt;Te fundías en él como nieve en el fuego;&lt;br /&gt;tus visiones, enormes, ahogaban tu palabra.&lt;br /&gt;–Y el terrible Infinito espantó tu ojo azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Y el poeta nos dice que en la noche estrellada&lt;br /&gt;vienes a recoger las flores que cortaste ,&lt;br /&gt;y que ha visto en el agua, recostada en sus velos,&lt;br /&gt;a la cándida Ofelia flotar, como un gran lis.&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/4753941388555882662-6458233543181005911?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6458233543181005911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6458233543181005911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6458233543181005911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6458233543181005911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/07/ofelia.html' title='Ofelia'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD_wRHkrrqI/AAAAAAAABCk/rXgLl6mTE-Q/s72-c/ophelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3189128976719644522</id><published>2010-07-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:59:36.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD53c8SKZHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Y9FSJUf6_gI/s1600/4537152592_0d3d6cef40_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD53c8SKZHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Y9FSJUf6_gI/s400/4537152592_0d3d6cef40_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493959934540932210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los músicos son terriblemente irrazonables. Siempre quieren que uno sea  totalmente mudo en el preciso momento que uno desea ser completamente  sordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-3189128976719644522?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3189128976719644522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3189128976719644522' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3189128976719644522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3189128976719644522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/07/los-musicos-son-terriblemente.html' title=''/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD53c8SKZHI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Y9FSJUf6_gI/s72-c/4537152592_0d3d6cef40_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1727459215400278036</id><published>2010-06-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:04:23.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and who hears when animals cry ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kitchen aromas aren't very homely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; It's not "comforting", cheery or kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OF MURDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-1727459215400278036?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1727459215400278036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1727459215400278036' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1727459215400278036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1727459215400278036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-who-hears-when-animals-cry.html' title='and who hears when animals cry ?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3042417617558316534</id><published>2010-05-16T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:02:59.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD553F3OxVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1NsY7NjqZG8/s1600/tumblr_l3ngxguNVa1qb0tnwo1_r1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD553F3OxVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1NsY7NjqZG8/s400/tumblr_l3ngxguNVa1qb0tnwo1_r1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493962582812181842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S_BdNP-usII/AAAAAAAAA-g/uxBBTrNiXhU/s1600/danteyvirgilioenelinfiear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Las mujeres han sido hechas para ser amadas, no para ser comprendidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-3042417617558316534?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3042417617558316534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3042417617558316534' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3042417617558316534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3042417617558316534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/05/noche-del-infierno.html' title=''/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/TD553F3OxVI/AAAAAAAAA_I/1NsY7NjqZG8/s72-c/tumblr_l3ngxguNVa1qb0tnwo1_r1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1485254989840900100</id><published>2010-04-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:52:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks &amp; Hurricanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S8IV34VnIII/AAAAAAAAA-A/U8ZNKNx4Mw8/s1600/n514149615_14286_5327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S8IV34VnIII/AAAAAAAAA-A/U8ZNKNx4Mw8/s400/n514149615_14286_5327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458949748086481026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a little while&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;The moment's already passed&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's gone.&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/4753941388555882662-1485254989840900100?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1485254989840900100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1485254989840900100' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1485254989840900100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1485254989840900100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/04/fireworks-hurricanes.html' title='Fireworks &amp; Hurricanes'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S8IV34VnIII/AAAAAAAAA-A/U8ZNKNx4Mw8/s72-c/n514149615_14286_5327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-884614377693887665</id><published>2010-03-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:08:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S5CDDuwSAOI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kdWq9rW_r8A/s1600-h/arthur_rimbaud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S5CDDuwSAOI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kdWq9rW_r8A/s400/arthur_rimbaud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444996049604313314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde una grada de oro. -entre los cordones  de seda, las gasas grises, los terciopelos verdes y los discos de crital  que se ennegrecen como bronce al sol.- veo a la digital abrirse sobre  un tapiz de filigranas de plata, ojos y cabelleras.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Piezas de oro amarillo sembradas en el ágata,  pilares de caoba soportando un domo de esmeraldas, ramilletes de satén  blanco y finas varas de rubi rodean la rosa de agua.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Como un dios de enormes ojos azules y formas  de nieve, el mar y el cielo atraen a las terrazas de mármol a la  muchedumbre de jóvenes y fuertes rosas.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-884614377693887665?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/884614377693887665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=884614377693887665' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/884614377693887665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/884614377693887665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/03/fleurs.html' title='Fleurs'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S5CDDuwSAOI/AAAAAAAAA8o/kdWq9rW_r8A/s72-c/arthur_rimbaud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7936748376588456571</id><published>2010-02-20T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:30:31.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El reflejo Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S4BGJfQlCzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/BF_XQjj9Qjo/s1600-h/echo-narcissus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 699px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S4BGJfQlCzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/BF_XQjj9Qjo/s400/echo-narcissus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440425478687361842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;color:#800000;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando murió Narciso las flores de los campos  quedaron  desoladas y solicitaron al río gotas de agua para llorarlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; -¡Oh! -les respondió el río- aun cuando todas mis  gotas de  agua se convirtieran en lágrimas, no tendría suficientes para llorar yo  mismo a  Narciso: yo lo amaba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-¡Oh! -prosiguieron las flores de los campos-  ¿cómo no  ibas a amar a Narciso? Era hermoso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-¿Era hermoso? -preguntó el río.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-¿Y quién mejor que tú para saberlo? -dijeron  las  flores-. Todos los días se inclinaba sobre tu ribazo, contemplaba en tus  aguas  su belleza...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-Si yo lo amaba -respondió el río- es porque,  cuando se  inclinaba sobre mí, veía yo en sus ojos el reflejo de mis aguas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-7936748376588456571?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7936748376588456571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7936748376588456571' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7936748376588456571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7936748376588456571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-reflejo-oscar-wilde.html' title='El reflejo Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S4BGJfQlCzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/BF_XQjj9Qjo/s72-c/echo-narcissus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1616868488986681041</id><published>2010-02-15T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:54:34.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S3pPJQMyNrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jkr9JCgJ9qw/s1600-h/88138manabouttown5spread04122394lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S3pPJQMyNrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jkr9JCgJ9qw/s400/88138manabouttown5spread04122394lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438746520389301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S3pMZNpRYBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ATRRfCuXWcQ/s1600-h/HOLYDAYS+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touched&lt;br /&gt;My arm&lt;br /&gt;And smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days&lt;br /&gt;Soon&lt;br /&gt;Very soon&lt;br /&gt;Love you 'til then&lt;br /&gt;Love you 'til then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my breath&lt;br /&gt;On your neck&lt;br /&gt;And your heart&lt;br /&gt;Will race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say no to me&lt;br /&gt;You can't say no to me&lt;br /&gt;I won't see you&lt;br /&gt;Denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you saw that&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry he did it&lt;br /&gt;An echo&lt;br /&gt;A stain&lt;br /&gt;A stain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;Say nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free falling&lt;br /&gt;Complete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-1616868488986681041?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1616868488986681041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1616868488986681041' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1616868488986681041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1616868488986681041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S3pPJQMyNrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jkr9JCgJ9qw/s72-c/88138manabouttown5spread04122394lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5325298399839629761</id><published>2010-01-30T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:42:34.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TQ8FjtCDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LIuGjLFPbS4/s1600-h/4241633525_5ed8d9def7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TQ8FjtCDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LIuGjLFPbS4/s400/4241633525_5ed8d9def7_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432696781218318386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a fountain of blood&lt;br /&gt;In the shape of a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TPJW0AceI/AAAAAAAAA68/q8QM0k9iFjc/s1600-h/4242409644_bdcc9ffabc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TPJW0AceI/AAAAAAAAA68/q8QM0k9iFjc/s400/4242409644_bdcc9ffabc_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432694810165146082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drink me, make me feel real&lt;br /&gt;Wet your beak in the stream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TQsYBA40I/AAAAAAAAA7U/p2eOkAvEiYE/s1600-h/4241638045_d9746b557c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TQsYBA40I/AAAAAAAAA7U/p2eOkAvEiYE/s400/4241638045_d9746b557c_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432696511295185730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leave me now, return tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tide will show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TO5kAdvUI/AAAAAAAAA60/S3T3ZCaUBJI/s1600-h/4241635467_df0680d683_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TO5kAdvUI/AAAAAAAAA60/S3T3ZCaUBJI/s400/4241635467_df0680d683_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432694538829151554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a whisper in water&lt;br /&gt;Secret for you to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TPJzxm3hI/AAAAAAAAA7E/OJSw1XML168/s1600-h/4242414214_018fbbe776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TPJzxm3hI/AAAAAAAAA7E/OJSw1XML168/s400/4242414214_018fbbe776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432694817939709458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TOp3E-j_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/auT-IH4i-M4/s1600-h/4241633525_5ed8d9def7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a tree that grows hearts&lt;br /&gt;One for each that you take&lt;br /&gt;You're the intruder hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm the branch that you break  &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/4753941388555882662-5325298399839629761?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5325298399839629761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5325298399839629761' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5325298399839629761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5325298399839629761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/01/bachelorette.html' title='Bachelorette'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S2TQ8FjtCDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/LIuGjLFPbS4/s72-c/4241633525_5ed8d9def7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7279361712263315668</id><published>2010-01-19T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:09:07.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S1aPg-bTUgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/dIilOI8FCn8/s1600-h/4248402927_ca764b4e38_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 636px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S1aPg-bTUgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/dIilOI8FCn8/s400/4248402927_ca764b4e38_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428684197517808130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Come on girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;let's sneak out of this party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's getting boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there's more to life than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it's still early morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;we could go down to the harbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and jump between the boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and see the sun come up.&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-7279361712263315668?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7279361712263315668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7279361712263315668' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7279361712263315668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7279361712263315668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-on-girl-lets-sneak-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S1aPg-bTUgI/AAAAAAAAA6g/dIilOI8FCn8/s72-c/4248402927_ca764b4e38_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4404619945640256777</id><published>2010-01-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:17:05.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un hombre que sabe el precio de todo e ignora el valor de nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S1E6IZfBV7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/04P2EvbHMjs/s1600-h/fotosfotos+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 478px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S1E6IZfBV7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/04P2EvbHMjs/s400/fotosfotos+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427182941912520626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;La vida de todo hombre es un camino        hacia sí mismo, la tentativa de un camino, la huella de un sendero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      Ningún hombre ha sido nunca por completo él mismo; pero todos aspiran a        llegar a serlo, oscuramente unos, más claramente otros, cada uno como        puede. Todos llevan consigo, hasta el fin, viscosidades y cáscaras de        huevo de un mundo primordial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      Alguno no llega jamás a ser hombre, y sigue siendo rana, ardilla u        hormiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      Otro es hombre de medio cuerpo arriba, y el resto, pez. Pero cada uno es        un impulso de la Naturaleza hacia el hombre. Todos tenemos orígenes        comunes: las madres;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      todos nosotros venimos de la misma sima, pero cada uno –tentativa e        impulso desde lo hondo- tiende a su propio fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      Podemos comprendernos unos a otros, pero sólo a sí mismo puede        interpretarse cada uno.&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/4753941388555882662-4404619945640256777?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4404619945640256777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4404619945640256777' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4404619945640256777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4404619945640256777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-vida-de-todo-hombre-es-un-camino.html' title='Un hombre que sabe el precio de todo e ignora el valor de nada.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S1E6IZfBV7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/04P2EvbHMjs/s72-c/fotosfotos+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1862343558999156636</id><published>2010-01-07T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:44:09.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I make the hours every one nor have. I vet outrun the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S0ZtFy-OujI/AAAAAAAAA5g/EbIox-Cr4zc/s1600-h/Expeliarmus+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 372px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S0ZtFy-OujI/AAAAAAAAA5g/EbIox-Cr4zc/s400/Expeliarmus+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424142747563899442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth.&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/4753941388555882662-1862343558999156636?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1862343558999156636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1862343558999156636' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1862343558999156636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1862343558999156636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-make-hours-every-one-nor-have-i-vet.html' title='I make the hours every one nor have. I vet outrun the sun.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/S0ZtFy-OujI/AAAAAAAAA5g/EbIox-Cr4zc/s72-c/Expeliarmus+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6440121268426779188</id><published>2009-12-26T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:40:12.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Vamos! año caca quiero que termines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-6440121268426779188?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6440121268426779188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6440121268426779188' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6440121268426779188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6440121268426779188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4309129485002294492</id><published>2009-12-25T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:21:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo puedo resitir todo, menos la tentación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SzWA31gjQKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8bNwbwN6ktA/s1600-h/399px-Oscar_Wilde_portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SzWA31gjQKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8bNwbwN6ktA/s400/399px-Oscar_Wilde_portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419379423355027618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/OSVALDO/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...) Dos años estuvo en la cárcel, trabajando a pico y pala. Sus acreedores remataron todo lo que tenía. Cuando salió, sus libros habían desaparecido de las librerías y sus obras de los escenarios. Nadie lo aplaudía, nadie lo invitaba.&lt;br /&gt;Vivía sólo y a solas bebía, pronunciando, para nadie, sus frases brillantes.&lt;br /&gt;La muerte fue amable. No demoró. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqRwZz7n8o8&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqRwZz7n8o8&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-4309129485002294492?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4309129485002294492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4309129485002294492' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4309129485002294492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4309129485002294492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-puedo-resitir-todo-menos-la.html' title='Yo puedo resitir todo, menos la tentación'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SzWA31gjQKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8bNwbwN6ktA/s72-c/399px-Oscar_Wilde_portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3068459568519287002</id><published>2009-12-11T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:55:54.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; We sure are cute for two ugly people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me pinto juno otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-3068459568519287002?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3068459568519287002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3068459568519287002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3068459568519287002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3068459568519287002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-see-what-anyone-can-see-in.html' title='I don&apos;t see what anyone can see, in anyone else But you'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4376283284747109028</id><published>2009-12-07T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:59:51.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hope your rules and wisdom choke you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Pack.. and get dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Before your father hears us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Before all hell breaks loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sx16ZV2chtI/AAAAAAAAA34/zOAVxBcmTGM/s1600-h/bruceweber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 520px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sx16ZV2chtI/AAAAAAAAA34/zOAVxBcmTGM/s400/bruceweber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412616902950029010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Breathe, keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't lose your nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Breathe, keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't do this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4753941388555882662-4376283284747109028?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4376283284747109028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4376283284747109028' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4376283284747109028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4376283284747109028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-hope-your-rules-and-wisdom-choke-you.html' title='We hope your rules and wisdom choke you.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sx16ZV2chtI/AAAAAAAAA34/zOAVxBcmTGM/s72-c/bruceweber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-996305071814037653</id><published>2009-12-05T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:36:50.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En el dormitorio de Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxrouWhliRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GPppJgOB1K4/s1600-h/Bellas+Expo09+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxrouWhliRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GPppJgOB1K4/s400/Bellas+Expo09+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411893785257150738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxroSQJMqmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/z4jxyo5CcOc/s1600-h/Bellas+Expo09+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxroSQJMqmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/z4jxyo5CcOc/s400/Bellas+Expo09+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411893302507907682" 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/4753941388555882662-996305071814037653?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/996305071814037653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=996305071814037653' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/996305071814037653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/996305071814037653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-el-dormitorio-de-van-gogh.html' title='En el dormitorio de Van Gogh'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxrouWhliRI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GPppJgOB1K4/s72-c/Bellas+Expo09+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6221310398819522775</id><published>2009-11-27T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:23:43.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxBOdOkWLVI/AAAAAAAAA3E/pxKc4gN5wA4/s1600/bellas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxBOdOkWLVI/AAAAAAAAA3E/pxKc4gN5wA4/s400/bellas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408909416505683282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxBOdf0XZTI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2pugvrvyI-M/s1600/bellas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxBOdf0XZTI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2pugvrvyI-M/s400/bellas+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408909421136274738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La pintura es más fuerte que yo, siempre consigue que haga lo que ella quiere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-6221310398819522775?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6221310398819522775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6221310398819522775' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6221310398819522775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6221310398819522775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/11/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SxBOdOkWLVI/AAAAAAAAA3E/pxKc4gN5wA4/s72-c/bellas+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-514969056162937922</id><published>2009-11-17T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:23:58.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Nouveau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SwMGUsdDhZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OKfwRXAd55A/s1600/klimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SwMGUsdDhZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OKfwRXAd55A/s400/klimt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405170930374903186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SwMDbkKEwhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/u3BlQ5EeFHY/s1600/klimtenfotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SwMDbkKEwhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/u3BlQ5EeFHY/s400/klimtenfotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405167749872009746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;“No estoy acostumbrado a hablar en público o a escribir, y menos todavía si se trata de mí mismo o mi trabajo...Quien quiera saber algo sobre mí, como artista digno de interés, debe contemplar mis cuadros con atención e intentar reconocer en ellos lo que soy y lo que busco”.&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/4753941388555882662-514969056162937922?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/514969056162937922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=514969056162937922' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/514969056162937922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/514969056162937922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-nouveau.html' title='Art Nouveau'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SwMGUsdDhZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OKfwRXAd55A/s72-c/klimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7772577162066123558</id><published>2009-11-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:09:18.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh but we go out at night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SvN3AE_TJQI/AAAAAAAAA2A/04ia6IYWEhs/s1600-h/mc7wuohvqisri9sl8bf7ewfwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SvN3AE_TJQI/AAAAAAAAA2A/04ia6IYWEhs/s400/mc7wuohvqisri9sl8bf7ewfwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400791221370299650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sun is shining but we stay inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stay in looking for a better life&lt;br /&gt;We put up curtains, block out the light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; We stay in bed until we feel all right.&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/4753941388555882662-7772577162066123558?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7772577162066123558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7772577162066123558' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7772577162066123558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7772577162066123558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-but-we-go-out-at-night.html' title='Oh but we go out at night!'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SvN3AE_TJQI/AAAAAAAAA2A/04ia6IYWEhs/s72-c/mc7wuohvqisri9sl8bf7ewfwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5584345775788757486</id><published>2009-10-24T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:19:06.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING  &lt;/span&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/_4krUgezfRgg/SuN75Lo3YfI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ZGZBrywQVq4/s1600-h/179768787_c2cf90edc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SuN75Lo3YfI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ZGZBrywQVq4/s400/179768787_c2cf90edc0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396293000826937842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING               EVERYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SuN7tK3uhKI/AAAAAAAAA1I/abIC7NfTn9U/s1600-h/impressionism-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SuN7tK3uhKI/AAAAAAAAA1I/abIC7NfTn9U/s400/impressionism-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396292794462405794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN ITS RIGHT PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5584345775788757486?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5584345775788757486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5584345775788757486' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5584345775788757486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5584345775788757486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-i-woke-up-sucking-lemon.html' title='YESTERDAY I WOKE UP SUCKING A LEMON'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SuN75Lo3YfI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ZGZBrywQVq4/s72-c/179768787_c2cf90edc0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-51065138514620481</id><published>2009-10-12T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:10:11.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are accidents waiting Waiting to happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/StPFLg6FWTI/AAAAAAAAA04/WGWJLZZ-3Mw/s1600-h/le-souffle_420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/StPFLg6FWTI/AAAAAAAAA04/WGWJLZZ-3Mw/s400/le-souffle_420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391869980495403314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just coz you feel it doesn't mean it's there (there's someone on your shoulder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-51065138514620481?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/51065138514620481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=51065138514620481' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/51065138514620481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/51065138514620481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-accidents-waiting-waiting-to.html' title='We are accidents waiting Waiting to happen.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/StPFLg6FWTI/AAAAAAAAA04/WGWJLZZ-3Mw/s72-c/le-souffle_420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-402939882942058756</id><published>2009-09-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:40:29.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sr7eUPgIqEI/AAAAAAAAA0w/O7C_paNS094/s1600-h/8225_1212290114759_1453975690_592908_6149486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sr7eUPgIqEI/AAAAAAAAA0w/O7C_paNS094/s400/8225_1212290114759_1453975690_592908_6149486_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385986643721758786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees.&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/4753941388555882662-402939882942058756?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/402939882942058756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=402939882942058756' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/402939882942058756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/402939882942058756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-something-in-my-eye-little-midge.html' title='There&apos;s something in my eye a little midge so beguiling.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sr7eUPgIqEI/AAAAAAAAA0w/O7C_paNS094/s72-c/8225_1212290114759_1453975690_592908_6149486_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5720208367748412406</id><published>2009-09-22T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:13:25.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it's just on the street where you live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SrlZo7X2EKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ngLKPXz-UvM/s1600-h/8225_1212613762850_1453975690_593938_2027278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SrlZo7X2EKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ngLKPXz-UvM/s400/8225_1212613762850_1453975690_593938_2027278_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384433389165482146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;I have often walked down this street before;&lt;br /&gt;But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.&lt;br /&gt;All at once am I Several stories high.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I'm on the street where you live.&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/4753941388555882662-5720208367748412406?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5720208367748412406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5720208367748412406' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5720208367748412406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5720208367748412406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-its-just-on-street-where-you-live.html' title='No, it&apos;s just on the street where you live.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SrlZo7X2EKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ngLKPXz-UvM/s72-c/8225_1212613762850_1453975690_593938_2027278_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8945904604516578948</id><published>2009-09-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:20:29.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look inside your tiny mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Srbhfu1-0MI/AAAAAAAAAzY/79BGkVGFoCE/s1600-h/lalalla+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Srbhfu1-0MI/AAAAAAAAAzY/79BGkVGFoCE/s400/lalalla+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738339834646722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you look with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you look twice&lt;br /&gt;you can see it's all lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8945904604516578948?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8945904604516578948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8945904604516578948' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8945904604516578948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8945904604516578948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-inside-your-tiny-mind.html' title='Look inside your tiny mind'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Srbhfu1-0MI/AAAAAAAAAzY/79BGkVGFoCE/s72-c/lalalla+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3845211592914096767</id><published>2009-09-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:43:45.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But love always remains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqmqbM5bvPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VqyH01ZFwrI/s1600-h/MGMT%2Bandrew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqmqbM5bvPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VqyH01ZFwrI/s400/MGMT%2Bandrew1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380018614166076658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;No one has to hear, the sound of people laughing at their fear, and the ocean and sun are always there, to make you happy if you're feeling scared of the darkness.&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/4753941388555882662-3845211592914096767?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3845211592914096767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3845211592914096767' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3845211592914096767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3845211592914096767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-love-always-remains.html' title='But love always remains.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqmqbM5bvPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VqyH01ZFwrI/s72-c/MGMT%2Bandrew1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3370380468091587228</id><published>2009-09-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:59:06.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you my responsibility has found a place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqcZuUIQSLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5hxwwexz18c/s1600-h/witheve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqcZuUIQSLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5hxwwexz18c/s400/witheve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379296563385354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; tf_sid = "PMMBs0005"; tf_artist = "Belle &amp; Sebastian"; tf_song = "Piazza, New York Catcher"; document.write('&lt;scr' type="text/javascript" src="http://www3.adservenow.com/textads/clientjs/sing365.js"&gt;&lt;/scr' + 'ipt&gt;'); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www3.adservenow.com/textads/clientjs/sing365.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://srv.clickfuse.com/showads/adunit_js.php"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world&lt;br /&gt;I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl&lt;br /&gt;How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?&lt;br /&gt;How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze&lt;br /&gt;A trail for the devil to erase.&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/4753941388555882662-3370380468091587228?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3370380468091587228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3370380468091587228' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3370380468091587228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3370380468091587228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-you-my-responsibility-has-found.html' title='I love you my responsibility has found a place'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqcZuUIQSLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5hxwwexz18c/s72-c/witheve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7597189235007209512</id><published>2009-09-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:44:59.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You control my every little move now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqHeKar2InI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yJlcDBdh6kM/s1600-h/emba+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqHeKar2InI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yJlcDBdh6kM/s400/emba+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377823700600365682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Strange love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;even though you hurt me I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;blessed love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;baby I'm your puppet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;on a string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;making me tumble and swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;trouble's what you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-7597189235007209512?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7597189235007209512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7597189235007209512' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7597189235007209512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7597189235007209512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-control-my-every-little-move-now.html' title='You control my every little move now'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SqHeKar2InI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yJlcDBdh6kM/s72-c/emba+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8793187280820769452</id><published>2009-08-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:30:40.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le fascinaba y le producía un curioso placer la idea de que el arte,como la naturaleza, tiene sus monstruos,criaturas de forma bestial y voces odiosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SptCpF8n3rI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7uobFEADCE4/s1600-h/emba+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SptCpF8n3rI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7uobFEADCE4/s400/emba+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375963853935337138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Los ritmos sincopados y las estridentes disonancias de aquellas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;músicas&lt;/span&gt; barbaras le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conmovían&lt;/span&gt; en momentos en que el encanto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schubert&lt;/span&gt;, los hermosos pensares de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chopin&lt;/span&gt; y hasta las mas majestuosas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;armonías&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beethoven&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conseguían&lt;/span&gt; hacer mella en su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oído&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8793187280820769452?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8793187280820769452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8793187280820769452' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8793187280820769452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8793187280820769452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/08/le-fascinaba-y-le-producia-un-curioso.html' title='Le fascinaba y le producía un curioso placer la idea de que el arte,como la naturaleza, tiene sus monstruos,criaturas de forma bestial y voces odiosas'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SptCpF8n3rI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7uobFEADCE4/s72-c/emba+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5050443685393044380</id><published>2009-08-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:26:08.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alright to be mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Spx4BFr5-oI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hDcWTvVfWqg/s1600-h/1247766769682_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Spx4BFr5-oI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hDcWTvVfWqg/s400/1247766769682_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376304015275063938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;I want you to be crazy cos you're boring baby when you're straight&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be crazy cos you're stupid baby when you're sane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5050443685393044380?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5050443685393044380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5050443685393044380' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5050443685393044380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5050443685393044380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-are-my-twisted-words.html' title='It&apos;s alright to be mean.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Spx4BFr5-oI/AAAAAAAAAx0/hDcWTvVfWqg/s72-c/1247766769682_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2519729000909096103</id><published>2009-08-16T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:37:19.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo arte es a la vez superficie y símbolo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SoiYIYIhIhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NwzhtMuSzHw/s1600-h/5530_1176052731967_1547572449_30449831_2544943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SoiYIYIhIhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NwzhtMuSzHw/s400/5530_1176052731967_1547572449_30449831_2544943_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370709825323868690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;La razón de que nos guste pensar bien de los demás es que tenemos miedo a lo que pueda sucedernos. La base del optimismo es el terror. Pensamos que somos generosos porque atribuimos a nuestro vecino las virtudes que más pueden beneficiarnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s256.photobucket.com/albums/hh182/icedcoconut/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2628533732_557e6a762e_m.jpg" target="_blank"&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/4753941388555882662-2519729000909096103?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2519729000909096103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2519729000909096103' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2519729000909096103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2519729000909096103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/08/todo-arte-es-la-vez-superficie-y.html' title='Todo arte es a la vez superficie y símbolo.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SoiYIYIhIhI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NwzhtMuSzHw/s72-c/5530_1176052731967_1547572449_30449831_2544943_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8550144895142609257</id><published>2009-08-01T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:04:14.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SnTJI9HhEzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cefbK3aJ3mM/s1600-h/2lddci8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SnTJI9HhEzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cefbK3aJ3mM/s400/2lddci8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365134211787330354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I like the line between your belly and your thighs&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your hair&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The smoke in your breath&lt;br /&gt;The breathing hard and heavy&lt;br /&gt;The back of your neck&lt;br /&gt;The shine on your chevy&lt;br /&gt;The moon was so big when I drove it to the levy, GIRL.&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/4753941388555882662-8550144895142609257?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8550144895142609257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8550144895142609257' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8550144895142609257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8550144895142609257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/08/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SnTJI9HhEzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cefbK3aJ3mM/s72-c/2lddci8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4711915958433544830</id><published>2009-07-23T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:45:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter y el misterio del principe, misterio? bueno... y el principe mestizo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah baby,  el tema es que la pelicula estubo muy buena, a comparacion de la anterior mucho mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Eso sí hubieron un par de errores cinematograficos o mejor dicho ausencia de adaptaciones del libro que nos incomodo mucho y nos hizo debatir durante el intervalo de ocho minutos y al final de la pelicula. For example., la escena del tren en donde harry se encuentra con malfoy es cualquiera, luna no es la que lo encuentra a harry sino tonks; La parte de que se incendia la madiguera O.O wtf?; despues bueno la escena de la muerte de dumbledore fue muy mal interpretada encuanto a que harry estaba bajo el pretificus totalus y debajo de la capa de invisibilidad en el mismo lugar en donde se encontraban malfoy y dumbledore. Pero bueno tambien se podia destacar la gran calidad de los efectos especiales, el soundtruck y muchas escenas muy WOW.&lt;br /&gt;En si casi toda la pelicula es muy IM IN LOVE , se podria decir que la novelizaron pero no quedo mal y tambien el infaltable toque comico en algunas escenas muy graciosas, creo que trataron de no hacer esta vez muy fria la pelicula apesar de todo lo que paso;&lt;br /&gt;me mato la parte en que harry esta con el profesor slughorn serca del vivero , o cuando harry tomo el felix felicis que parecia que se tomo un coctel de drogas :S y que le sonreia a todo, sobre todo cuando hace esa imitacion de los colmillos cuando esta con hagrid, aragog y slughorn.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de todas estas escenas que no tenian nada que ver con el libro la pelicula is awesome , pienso que le dieron un toque teen y por eso la trama en parte es romantica y divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SmjCbRbtUII/AAAAAAAAAtc/OCXMN2_5-08/s1600-h/World%2BPremiere%2BHarry%2BPotter%2BHalf%2BBlood%2BPrince%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SmjCbRbtUII/AAAAAAAAAtc/OCXMN2_5-08/s400/World%2BPremiere%2BHarry%2BPotter%2BHalf%2BBlood%2BPrince%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361749130176450690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday Daniel Radcliffe!&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/4753941388555882662-4711915958433544830?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4711915958433544830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4711915958433544830' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4711915958433544830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4711915958433544830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-y-el-misterio-del-principe.html' title='Harry Potter y el misterio del principe, misterio? bueno... y el principe mestizo'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SmjCbRbtUII/AAAAAAAAAtc/OCXMN2_5-08/s72-c/World%2BPremiere%2BHarry%2BPotter%2BHalf%2BBlood%2BPrince%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3531508967277077267</id><published>2009-07-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:08:09.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm about to lose control and I think I like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pnbTs0UI/AAAAAAAAAtE/y98vjvA8D9o/s1600-h/2ceh5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pnbTs0UI/AAAAAAAAAtE/y98vjvA8D9o/s400/2ceh5s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359258945148735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tonight's the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tonight we're gonna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pnPLBj2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3BiZ2hbpDoY/s1600-h/2zqfyo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pnPLBj2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/3BiZ2hbpDoY/s400/2zqfyo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359258941891120994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to love you, feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Wrap myself around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pm3c038I/AAAAAAAAAs0/b16SSpVTZHE/s1600-h/2regrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pm3c038I/AAAAAAAAAs0/b16SSpVTZHE/s400/2regrab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359258935523336130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I want to squeeze you, please you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I just can't get enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt; And if you move real slow, I'll let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-3531508967277077267?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3531508967277077267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3531508967277077267' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3531508967277077267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3531508967277077267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-about-to-lose-control-and-i-think-i.html' title='I&apos;m about to lose control and I think I like it.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sl_pnbTs0UI/AAAAAAAAAtE/y98vjvA8D9o/s72-c/2ceh5s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4204034932631369296</id><published>2009-07-09T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:05:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy, you brought it to me Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlZhh1GNVvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UHjah4Ht-D4/s1600-h/6571_1182983819095_1363202594_30483550_7564112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlZhh1GNVvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UHjah4Ht-D4/s400/6571_1182983819095_1363202594_30483550_7564112_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356576040620480242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;If you are my friend you can make dance beats for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;Just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlZhiFnXcfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AN8h5Mnrwms/s1600-h/6571_1182983619090_1363202594_30483548_7225634_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlZhiFnXcfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AN8h5Mnrwms/s400/6571_1182983619090_1363202594_30483548_7225634_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356576045054521842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;If you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" id="slly" &gt;That's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4753941388555882662-4204034932631369296?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4204034932631369296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4204034932631369296' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4204034932631369296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4204034932631369296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-happy-you-brought-it-to-me.html' title='I&apos;m so happy, you brought it to me Finally!'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlZhh1GNVvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UHjah4Ht-D4/s72-c/6571_1182983819095_1363202594_30483550_7564112_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6891917266710041743</id><published>2009-07-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:54:13.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where two &amp; two always makes a five</title><content type='html'>Bueno por empezar&lt;br /&gt;Gripe del Orto que me suspendiste todo y arruinaste&lt;br /&gt;todos mis planes que tenia pensado hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Por ejemplo: Ir a el museo , a recoleta, capital , palermo , etc&lt;br /&gt;ponerme al dia con la fucking Sonatina, una vez que aprecio algo que podamos hacer&lt;br /&gt;en pintura no puedo, en teatro me re diverti y no tengo clases.&lt;br /&gt;Te vas a llear muchas cosas Gripe A de mierda, pero no creeas que te saldras con la tuya&lt;br /&gt;No vas a poder con todo&lt;br /&gt;Te podes adueñar de muchas cosas pero...&lt;br /&gt;del Cine no&lt;br /&gt;y menos que menos cuando estamos a 12 dias del estreno de Harry Potter y el principe meztiso&lt;br /&gt;que tanto espere , porque si no sabias se hiba a estrenar el año pasado pero bueno...&lt;br /&gt;La semana que viene voy a comprar la entrada me voy a sentar en mi pieza y voy a esperar anciosamente para el 15 y cuando termine de ver una de las mejores cosas que voy a ver en mi vida ...... me voy a poner el&lt;br /&gt;malicioso, el pegajoso, el tenebroso, el maldito, el temeroso... Alcohol en Gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sk62In5kezI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mqbaGCPFsZA/s1600-h/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+04072009+205128.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 567px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sk62In5kezI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mqbaGCPFsZA/s400/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+04072009+205128.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354417266255756082" 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/4753941388555882662-6891917266710041743?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6891917266710041743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6891917266710041743' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6891917266710041743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6891917266710041743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-two-two-always-makes-five.html' title='Where two &amp; two always makes a five'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sk62In5kezI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mqbaGCPFsZA/s72-c/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+04072009+205128.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7927989666555369385</id><published>2009-06-27T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:03:27.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Murio el jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que onda mueren todos y no de gripe A.&lt;br /&gt;o__________o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-7927989666555369385?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7927989666555369385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7927989666555369385' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7927989666555369385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7927989666555369385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2318376643365809220</id><published>2009-06-11T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:10:48.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le peste bubonique.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SjG4cIORBZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/X6CRD75vPGo/s1600-h/paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SjG4cIORBZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/X6CRD75vPGo/s400/paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346257026048656786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enfermarse trae como concecuencia malestar, pero la consecuencia de la concecuencia de la enfermedad es buena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despues de estar enfermo, te recuperas y creo que te sentis mejor que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me encanta poder respirar aire puro sin sinusitis en mi nariz, poder leer o mirar una pelicual sin que me duela la cabeza, caminar sin que me duela el cuerpo, cantar sin que me moleste la garganta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero ahora estoy callendo en este estado y espero curarme, primero porque me enfermo muy raravez y segundo porque no tolero estar todo cachuciento y agonizando(? por todos lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But por otro lado, me encanta estar acostado en la cama hasta las narices mirar buenas peliculas, tomando tés exelentes y disfrutando de uin abuso del servicio de los demas . Por eso propongo en estos dias de malestar y bienestar :) de hacer todo lo que no puedo hace rporque no tengo tiempo, eso si salir no pero bueno estar en casa tambien tiene sus cosas buenas.&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/4753941388555882662-2318376643365809220?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2318376643365809220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2318376643365809220' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2318376643365809220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2318376643365809220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-peste-bubonique.html' title='Le peste bubonique.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SjG4cIORBZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/X6CRD75vPGo/s72-c/paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-629051115599620095</id><published>2009-05-28T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:50:57.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don't you remember my name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlGQM4w8ozI/AAAAAAAAAro/eFJMY0bvLZM/s1600-h/studio5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlGQM4w8ozI/AAAAAAAAAro/eFJMY0bvLZM/s400/studio5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219982990746418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Rain down, rain down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Come on rain down on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;From a great height.&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/4753941388555882662-629051115599620095?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/629051115599620095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=629051115599620095' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/629051115599620095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/629051115599620095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/chau.html' title='Why don&apos;t you remember my name?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SlGQM4w8ozI/AAAAAAAAAro/eFJMY0bvLZM/s72-c/studio5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6882019779556472200</id><published>2009-05-19T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:28:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and attack me it's not gonna hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/ShMjF4vwqrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/btLrhjMN97c/s1600-h/cole-mohr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 455px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/ShMjF4vwqrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/btLrhjMN97c/s400/cole-mohr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337648567403195058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Let's make love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; Let's make love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; And listen death from above.&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/4753941388555882662-6882019779556472200?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6882019779556472200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6882019779556472200' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6882019779556472200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6882019779556472200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-and-attack-me-its-not-gonna-hurt.html' title='Come and attack me it&apos;s not gonna hurt.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/ShMjF4vwqrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/btLrhjMN97c/s72-c/cole-mohr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1048454901524820012</id><published>2009-05-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:32:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Llluvia, lluvia, lluvia, lluvia, lluvia, lluvia, lluvia, lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Amo los dias lluviosos, y mas cuando tengo que ir a la escuela,&lt;br /&gt;ya que me siento del lado de la ventana y disfuto el dia haciendole&lt;br /&gt;dibujitos con el dedo.&lt;br /&gt;Jaja aturdir a mis compañeros cantando " &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Im singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;just singing in the rain" y me miran con cara mala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O cuando salgo a la calle y las gotitas te quedan en el pelo, cuando te rocian la cara,&lt;br /&gt; y tambien cuando me mojo de arriba a bajo :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomar un te caliente ,  aveces con un par de cookies sisi no vienen mal,&lt;br /&gt;mirar peliculas, o simplemente dormir la siesta con el sonido de la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;Suena re naturalista, pero no soy tan asi. Solo me encantan los dias llueviosos&lt;br /&gt;and it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-1048454901524820012?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1048454901524820012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1048454901524820012' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1048454901524820012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1048454901524820012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-1300259295805782187</id><published>2009-05-10T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:38:13.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Fucking Time</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente mi vida gira entorno a la nada misma&lt;br /&gt;siento que pierdo el tiempo pensando y no actuando,&lt;br /&gt;pensar mucho hace mal, siento que my fucking brain esta en on todo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y eso es culpa de mi pelotuda conciencia que genera disturbios emocionales.&lt;br /&gt;Odio pasar por esto, odio no poder hacer cosas que quiero, no poder tener tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;nisiquiera para mi, y cuando lo tengo no hago nada y bueno segun mi profesor de teatro&lt;br /&gt;hacer nada es hacer algo(se copio de john foos), pero in the alan´s world no.&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto que pierdo no lo recupero, y no puedo organisarme con el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;creo que voy a dejar de boludeos y empesar a vivir el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Globalizacion te odio, y no es una escusa estupida como dicen algunos&lt;br /&gt;pero en ese caso la odio.&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla y si el tiempo lo cura todo, voy a tener que internarme a fin de año&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;prometo prometo y prometo cumplir , est avez si, y es mas me lo voy a anotar en un papel grande con colores fluorecentes , subrayado, en negrita, cursiva, arial black y con tamaño 64 para acordarme todas las mañanas que pierdo tiempo y que no lo voy a recupear y para ser mas exagerado que me voy a morir de aburrido por no usralo bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-1300259295805782187?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1300259295805782187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1300259295805782187' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1300259295805782187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1300259295805782187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-fucking-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Fucking Time'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3330140456280802277</id><published>2009-05-10T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:07:45.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sgdr3aMfUpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ktjw9WHxdWo/s1600-h/Photo+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sgdr3aMfUpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ktjw9WHxdWo/s400/Photo+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334350883312325266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;En los sueños&lt;br /&gt;encontramos un mundo enteramente nuestro&lt;br /&gt;que se sumerja en el profundo oceano&lt;br /&gt;que sobrevuele la mas alta nube.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4753941388555882662-3330140456280802277?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3330140456280802277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3330140456280802277' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3330140456280802277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3330140456280802277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sgdr3aMfUpI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ktjw9WHxdWo/s72-c/Photo+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-728205810021595052</id><published>2009-05-03T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:03:40.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sf4-Rs5qxhI/AAAAAAAAApE/sUX5uv51i1c/s1600-h/larryclark01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sf4-Rs5qxhI/AAAAAAAAApE/sUX5uv51i1c/s400/larryclark01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767482684982802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lives of two lovelorn spouses from separate marriages,  they struggle to resist their vulnerabilities and temptations.&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/4753941388555882662-728205810021595052?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/728205810021595052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=728205810021595052' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/728205810021595052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/728205810021595052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/05/intimates.html' title='Intimates'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sf4-Rs5qxhI/AAAAAAAAApE/sUX5uv51i1c/s72-c/larryclark01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4437807517520425084</id><published>2009-04-29T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:17:58.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>What happen with the world ?&lt;br /&gt;Primero el mosquito choto que se hace el malo te pica, te deja el virus durante 5 o 7 dias y no pasa nada pero si te pica again agarrate catalina.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora la gripe porcina :? WTH? que vino de los mejicanos sucios, y por culpa de todas estas epidemias-pandemias en salud y adolescencia no paramos de hablar y buscar informacion y hacer encuestas chotas a la gente que no tiene ni idea de que es un mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;Se viene el fin del mundo , la naturaleza se esta vengando de las acciones que el ser humano hace.&lt;br /&gt;No me quiero morir sin ir a UK, EE.UU., France, etc. ni tampoco sin tocar esas partituras tan tentadoras, sin crear mi propia ropa, sin ver HP6 y ovbio la 7, y menos que menos sin ver again a los cabezaderadio que "prometieron" volver.&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la cronica de un paranoide androide, afectado por la informacion de la fucking globalizacion.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en un estado de Psicosis sanitaria.(?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-4437807517520425084?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4437807517520425084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4437807517520425084' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4437807517520425084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4437807517520425084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7527939843674519738</id><published>2009-04-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:07:20.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUhQxkk5kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lqVgNPN_MPw/s1600-h/alalalalon+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUhQxkk5kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lqVgNPN_MPw/s400/alalalalon+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202306131224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you complain once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;you'll meet an army of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUf7XdMQpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5yLopvOuKV0/s1600-h/alalalalon+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUf7XdMQpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/5yLopvOuKV0/s400/alalalalon+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329200838832046738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You're allright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;there's nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUf7F21aiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fkYXWZa5uog/s1600-h/alalalalon+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUf7F21aiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fkYXWZa5uog/s400/alalalalon+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329200834107763234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Self-sufficience please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and get to work&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/4753941388555882662-7527939843674519738?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7527939843674519738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7527939843674519738' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7527939843674519738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7527939843674519738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/army-of-me.html' title='Army of Me'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SfUhQxkk5kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lqVgNPN_MPw/s72-c/alalalalon+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8538697168146671128</id><published>2009-04-21T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:28:45.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A handshake of carbon monoxide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5TVY_rgPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/O4R5bktqolE/s1600-h/lalalla+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 437px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5TVY_rgPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/O4R5bktqolE/s400/lalalla+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327287036177776882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;job &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; slowly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bruises that won't heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5S64lPaWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YwuPvHLrl_M/s1600-h/lalalla+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5S64lPaWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YwuPvHLrl_M/s400/lalalla+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327286580800350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You look so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Bring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They don't, they don't speak for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5TxhlsbsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/XdJnOxndofU/s1600-h/lalalla+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5TxhlsbsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/XdJnOxndofU/s400/lalalla+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327287519521042114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is my&lt;/span&gt; final fit,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; my final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;bellyache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8538697168146671128?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8538697168146671128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8538697168146671128' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8538697168146671128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8538697168146671128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/handshake-of-carbon-monoxide.html' title='A handshake of carbon monoxide.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Se5TVY_rgPI/AAAAAAAAAm8/O4R5bktqolE/s72-c/lalalla+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-3690094157811405239</id><published>2009-04-16T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:41:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye rutina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio planear mi rutina y que me la terminen arruinando.&lt;br /&gt;Por ejemplo; hoy mi querida profesora de Historia argentina y latinoamericana del siglo XIX (H) me entrego la prueba de las revoluciones, que tanto habia estudiado-sin contar la borbonica-, y me dio la desagradable noticia de que me habia sacado un 6 ( no piensen que soy esos que son capases de pegarse o cortarse por no haberse sacado un10) porque estaban algunas cosas regulares, no mal sino regulares ni 100%bien ni 100% mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SefB__XQ24I/AAAAAAAAAmU/mxz4zKJUqAI/s1600-h/Photo+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SefB__XQ24I/AAAAAAAAAmU/mxz4zKJUqAI/s400/Photo+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325438389473827714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el tan solo hecho de que me haya dado esa prueba cambio mis dias por completo(?), ahora tengo que estudiar los mismo y parte de rev. hispanoamericana para mañana porque me va a tomar leccion pero yo tenia organizado hoy: llegar a  mi casa comer, bañarme, ir a bellas artes, volver y dormir, o antes de comer dormir la siesta. pero ahora tengo que estudiar y hacer tarea y buscar informacion y comer y escuchar musica.&lt;br /&gt;Y lo peor que esto tambien influye mi laboroso y desagradable fin de semana because la semana que viene tengo que seguir con las pruebas y el sabado tengo bellas artes , el domingo no hago nada, como todos los domingos. siento que no para quiero tener un dia para ser cienporciento free.&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/4753941388555882662-3690094157811405239?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/3690094157811405239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=3690094157811405239' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3690094157811405239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/3690094157811405239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bye-rutina.html' title='good bye rutina.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SefB__XQ24I/AAAAAAAAAmU/mxz4zKJUqAI/s72-c/Photo+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5290612692323045757</id><published>2009-04-12T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:11:37.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter (?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SeJl413egfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/45cKn3NrQok/s1600-h/pascueaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SeJl413egfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/45cKn3NrQok/s400/pascueaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323929736712192498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter Suxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por varias razones, porque tanta emcion en las pascuas&lt;br /&gt;odio que la gente se digne a no comer carnes rojas es la estupides mas grande que hay&lt;br /&gt;por favor mira si voy a dejar de comer algo que me hace bien para satisfacer a X persona (youknowwho) que nisiquiera la conosco.&lt;br /&gt;Como veran no creo en esto, y me parece una farsa tremenda la pascua, porque ademas de lo que dije de la carne y eso hay necesidad de que las personas que no son catolicas tengan que aucenciar (? sus actividades porque la mayor parte de arg. es catolica (?)&lt;br /&gt;Bueno igual tiene su lado bueno , la consumicion masiva de chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;pero porque tiene que haber una fecha, que no tiene nada que ver con el Choco, para regalarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;para eso hagan el dia mundial del chocolate. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5290612692323045757?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5290612692323045757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5290612692323045757' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5290612692323045757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5290612692323045757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='happy easter (?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SeJl413egfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/45cKn3NrQok/s72-c/pascueaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2994443675200912869</id><published>2009-04-05T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:54:35.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KURT COBAIN  NOT DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SdknQasusWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qGgphloxUe8/s1600-h/101_1681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SdknQasusWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qGgphloxUe8/s400/101_1681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321327597713273186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15 Años&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/kurt-cobain-not-dead.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo dije todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-2994443675200912869?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2994443675200912869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2994443675200912869' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2994443675200912869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2994443675200912869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/kurt-cobain-not-dead.html' title='KURT COBAIN  NOT DEAD'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SdknQasusWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/qGgphloxUe8/s72-c/101_1681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4406432433639485158</id><published>2009-04-03T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:05:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para los boludos que me miran en la calle.</title><content type='html'>Si hay algo que me nerva en todos los sentidos, es que la gente me mire a los ojos cuando voy caminando por la calle.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente tengo que mirara al frente porque sino me choco con todo, pero hace falta que cuando mire hacia adelante me este mirando alguien fijamente y yo insunee que esta hablando/pensando mal de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas sea un perseguido de mierda y ultimamente tenga una psicosis momentanea. Pero yo siento que me miran mal y odio que lo hagan o que auque sea no lo disimulen.&lt;br /&gt;Y no solo en la calle, en la escuela tambien, y ni que nisiquiera tenga un mono garchando arriba de mi cabeza con un pato para que me miren :/, im suxxx , yeah yeha yeahs. And U2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-4406432433639485158?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4406432433639485158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4406432433639485158' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4406432433639485158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4406432433639485158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-los-boludos-que-me-miran-en-la.html' title='Para los boludos que me miran en la calle.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7283922042106733682</id><published>2009-03-31T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:41:33.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un anniversaire heureux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SdKqEU-zkyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dtg4lLIJi4c/s1600-h/Torre-Eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SdKqEU-zkyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dtg4lLIJi4c/s400/Torre-Eiffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319501101206311714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;La Tour Eiffel a cent vingt ans&lt;/i&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/4753941388555882662-7283922042106733682?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7283922042106733682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7283922042106733682' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7283922042106733682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7283922042106733682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-anniversaire-heureux.html' title='Un anniversaire heureux'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SdKqEU-zkyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/dtg4lLIJi4c/s72-c/Torre-Eiffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2607593113003254674</id><published>2009-03-30T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:58:44.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed &amp; Confused</title><content type='html'>AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;tiempo tiempo tiempo, quiero pensar y se me pasa el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;no puedo hacer todo lo que quierohacer por que no tengo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;necesito tiempo para vivir. (?&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;Hoy empeze las clases en la EMBA y fue un quilombo en todos sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;esta semana nose como voy a hacer con los contraturnos y las materias de musica y plastica.&lt;br /&gt;Nesecitaria tiempo para pensar que hacer y para estar en donde quiero estar etc.&lt;br /&gt;Y vos te querias inscribir en Fotografia? JÁ, chupala que te va a alcanzar el tiempo, pelotudo&lt;br /&gt;eso te pasa por hacer tantas cosas jutas, ahh y la escuela, la infaltable e intocable(? escuela, chota&lt;br /&gt;te odio ya desde un principio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-2607593113003254674?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2607593113003254674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2607593113003254674' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2607593113003254674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2607593113003254674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/dazed-confused.html' title='Dazed &amp; Confused'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7212206839185445594</id><published>2009-03-27T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:48:50.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you wanna drink some alcohol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is so weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sc1lkeY-inI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SQ42Zj9Jy-E/s1600-h/n1207977579_30278291_3078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sc1lkeY-inI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SQ42Zj9Jy-E/s400/n1207977579_30278291_3078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318018412301945458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I sleeping? Is this a dream? ...No!&lt;br /&gt;Am I a Mouse?&lt;br /&gt;Am I an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a horse?&lt;br /&gt;Am I on fire?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the curse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just a boy but I have a very strong punch&lt;br /&gt; And I had just broken your nose&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/4753941388555882662-7212206839185445594?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7212206839185445594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7212206839185445594' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7212206839185445594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7212206839185445594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-wanna-drink-some-alcohol.html' title='Do you wanna drink some alcohol?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sc1lkeY-inI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SQ42Zj9Jy-E/s72-c/n1207977579_30278291_3078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8289650044627808018</id><published>2009-03-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:53:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24/03/09 RADIOHEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucking Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sarparon en recital, fue excelente desde llegar a las cinco y pico y que no hubiera mucha gente, desde estar parado horas y horas, desde el olor potente a recital, desde los turistas que no nos entendian, desde las pepsi que salia ocho pesos, desde que toco Kraftwerk y todos bailaran su musica electro-robotica, desde que nos tubimos que correr porque nos estaban matando, desde la musica trucheli en los intervalos y la portuaria , desde que aparecio Thom, Jhonny, Phil, Ed y Colin, hasta el final del concierto que me pisaron como a nadie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fue una experiencia fantastica, inolvidable e inigualable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de no estar a 20 metros como al principio y de no poder grabar canciones completas porque la camara andaba mal, mi memoria estubo en Rec todo el momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valio la pena haberme levantado temprano, repasar los tracklists, buscar informacionde los conciertos anteriores y los trescientos pesos que me costo la entrada valieron cada centavo.&lt;br /&gt;Y me atrevo a decir que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; me voy a olvidar del 24/03/09 ni yo ni las mas de 35000 personas que estubieron el en Club Ciudad de Buenos Aires haciendo de El Show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un sueño hecho realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-347f18b7de2b212c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D347f18b7de2b212c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330256609%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A10FB7139299F619E3FE2651A364AC7C0E61164.6638DBEB82B9E08DFC007F48C7D3CFE521026C53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D347f18b7de2b212c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8vEICCD1mNla8o6YPm526zuQHDM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D347f18b7de2b212c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330256609%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A10FB7139299F619E3FE2651A364AC7C0E61164.6638DBEB82B9E08DFC007F48C7D3CFE521026C53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D347f18b7de2b212c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8vEICCD1mNla8o6YPm526zuQHDM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8289650044627808018?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=347f18b7de2b212c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8289650044627808018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8289650044627808018' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8289650044627808018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8289650044627808018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/240309-radiohead.html' title='24/03/09 RADIOHEAD'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7741798515665490727</id><published>2009-03-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:10:16.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/ScfBWYk1l_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/x14kGbHfMVM/s1600-h/radiohead33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/ScfBWYk1l_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/x14kGbHfMVM/s400/radiohead33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316430475432400882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No se si alguien lo puede entender, que falta un fucking dia para que este en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Club Ciudad de Buenos Aires&lt;/span&gt;, junto a mi best friend escuchando a mi mejor banda.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Dude! , voy a ver a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ra&lt;/span&gt;diohead&lt;/span&gt;... estoy nervioso, ansioso, con miedo y ganas&lt;br /&gt;de estar alla ya.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero gritar, asi que chau!. Me fui a gritarle a mis vecinos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Voy a ver a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt; guachoo, asi que no me esperen en la plaza" &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/4753941388555882662-7741798515665490727?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7741798515665490727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7741798515665490727' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7741798515665490727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7741798515665490727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/ScfBWYk1l_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/x14kGbHfMVM/s72-c/radiohead33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-9149895773775112172</id><published>2009-03-19T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:53:23.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odioso Findesemana</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Y siempre llego al casi findesemana sin poder hacer lo que quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Dispongo de poco tiempo para mi , o no lo se usar bien que es diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Cuando llego a mi casa de la escuela invierto mi tiempo en comer, hacer la fucking tarea(que la mayoria de las veces no la termino haciendo porque no la entiendo), si tengo que estudiar lo leo muchas veces no quiero estudiar todabia, bueno despues un rato en el facebook(el dia que no entre al face, obama me va a discriminar por rubio :? ) blog, musica, videos, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Este sabado como uno de todos los que forman al mes de marzo, tengo un agradable, desgraciado, denso, divertido :?, fuck! un quince. Al otro dia me voy a levantar a las 3 y voy a gastar mi tiempo en tv, internet, y si resta, que es lo mas provable, hacer tarea que me mandaron desde el viernes, porque los motherfuckers de mi colegio te mandan tarea para el findesemana, como si los adolescentes no harian nada un findesemana.&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-9149895773775112172?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/9149895773775112172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=9149895773775112172' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/9149895773775112172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/9149895773775112172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/odioso-findesemana.html' title='Odioso Findesemana'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8657294562844974653</id><published>2009-03-16T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:16:18.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like the beach, bitch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;the beach was so hot&lt;br /&gt;She came to me and said:&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the beach, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;I said: back&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you home, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sb6iUu0Q7GI/AAAAAAAAAjk/llMCtpUC6I4/s1600-h/herm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sb6iUu0Q7GI/AAAAAAAAAjk/llMCtpUC6I4/s400/herm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313863087392091234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gimme 3 wishes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be that dirtyfinger and his six bitches.&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/4753941388555882662-8657294562844974653?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8657294562844974653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8657294562844974653' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8657294562844974653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8657294562844974653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-like-beach-bitch.html' title='Do you like the beach, bitch?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sb6iUu0Q7GI/AAAAAAAAAjk/llMCtpUC6I4/s72-c/herm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8229938891843980962</id><published>2009-03-12T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:15:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He believes in beauty. He's venus as a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbl6zRlGPjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FyGhQdR_bNc/s1600-h/06-02_09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbl6zRlGPjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FyGhQdR_bNc/s400/06-02_09+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312412256771128882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He's exploring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the taste of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; arousal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; so accurate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; he sets off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the beauty in het&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; he's venus as a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he believes in beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; he's venus as a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4753941388555882662-8229938891843980962?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8229938891843980962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8229938891843980962' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8229938891843980962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8229938891843980962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-believes-in-beauty-hes-venus-as-boy.html' title='He believes in beauty. He&apos;s venus as a boy'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbl6zRlGPjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FyGhQdR_bNc/s72-c/06-02_09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-217806985507013357</id><published>2009-03-10T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:20:19.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irastorza ¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An ordinary high school day. Except that it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en la hora de historia la profesera, espezo a preguintar los nombres de cad auno para que nos conoscamos mejor(?):&lt;br /&gt;-Vos como te llamas?&lt;br /&gt;.Romero federico&lt;br /&gt;-como?&lt;br /&gt;.federico, federico romero&lt;br /&gt;-ahh&lt;br /&gt;-vos?&lt;br /&gt;.Luppi carolina&lt;br /&gt;(la de al lado) Micaela pared&lt;br /&gt;-Vos?&lt;br /&gt;.Irastorza&lt;br /&gt;-Como?&lt;br /&gt;.Irastorza&lt;br /&gt;-No te entiendo&lt;br /&gt;.Irastorza ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;-bueno no importa&lt;br /&gt;-vos? ( al de al lado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbb1dqMyUtI/AAAAAAAAAis/kyCOst1uIAo/s1600-h/2625_1089586047234_1453975690_248406_4314332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbb1dqMyUtI/AAAAAAAAAis/kyCOst1uIAo/s400/2625_1089586047234_1453975690_248406_4314332_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311702700423008978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Menos mal que era para conocernos :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a esta profesora le temo realmente y no por el hecho de que no quiera saber mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;si no porque es ademas de estricta una profesora dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Despues hasta ahor alos profesores me calleron bastante bien, son normales&lt;br /&gt;se pusieron a hablar de cosas comunes y cotidianas, aburridas pero cotidianas.&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno asi va a ser esta semana aburrida.&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/4753941388555882662-217806985507013357?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/217806985507013357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=217806985507013357' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/217806985507013357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/217806985507013357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/irastorza.html' title='Irastorza ¬¬'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbb1dqMyUtI/AAAAAAAAAis/kyCOst1uIAo/s72-c/2625_1089586047234_1453975690_248406_4314332_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7204883361339340207</id><published>2009-03-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:34:22.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perder el tiempo</title><content type='html'>Que es perder el tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;Las personas dicen que perder el tiempo es estar mirando television,&lt;br /&gt;estando con la computadora, con la playstation o simplemente estar acostado en la cama.&lt;br /&gt;Es raro decir que estamos perdiendo tiempo, porque mirar al tv no es perder tiempo&lt;br /&gt;si vos estas mirando una pelicula, estas, ademas de entreteniendote, obteniendo conocimientos&lt;br /&gt;tanto de la vida cotidiana como la de la ficticia.&lt;br /&gt;Todas las pelicualas tienen un mensaje para trasmitir , aveces nos damos cuenta y otras no, pero eso no significa que sea una perdida de tiempo estar sentado dos horas y media frente al televisor.&lt;br /&gt;Perder el tiempo con la television por ejemplo es mirando Los profesionales de siempre, Intrusos, Bailando por un sueño, Patinando por un sueño, Cantando por un sueño, y hasta dentro de poco señoras y señores diractamente nos diran que nos estan "Etupidizando por un sueño".La gente se piensa que es gracioso ver a un famoso con un "soñador" bailando,cantando o tocandose las bolas, pero enrealidad las personas no saben, o saben y se hacen las boludas, que en  el 70% del programa  estan hablando de chusmerios , chimentos, etc y lo restante de 30% esperan que sea el tiempo de que tengan que bailar, o lo que sea y ya. Al "soñador" no le dan ni bola lo saludan le dicen como esta, y le preguntan si fue dificil esta semana, ese es todo el protagonismo d eun pobre infeliz que quiere hacer algo bueno por la vida y tiene que recurrir a un programa que promueve la ignorancia, porque es asi.&lt;br /&gt;Y ni hablar de Gran hermano , porque lo unico que buscan es fama y la tienen por un rato y despues se re olvidan de los chabones como si nada, intrusos al igual que los profecionales, rsm, bendita tv, etc, es chimento tras chimento y no puedo creer como la gente se queda postrada en el sillon ,mientras come unas torta fritas y toma un mate, mirando la vida interesante de Wanda Nara.&lt;br /&gt;Volviendo al tema de la computadora , bueno se que capas para algunos este perdiendo el tiempo escribiendo esto, pero realmente perder el tiempo en la computadora es: Fotolog.com, no tengo nada contra los floggers , si quieren ser asi , sean asi , pero  tener que recurrir a una pagina web para destacarme socialmente y obtener muchas firmas que lo que piden es qu epor favor le firmes, Wuau que mal que estamos. y ni hablar del fucking msn, se que es un medio de comunicacion sisi todo lo que vos quieras pero la computadora es la principal razon por la que la spersonas ya no tienen contacto cara a cara.Pero es de gran beneficio tambien, solo en algunas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;La playsatation, fuck!, nunca tube una y admito haber quedado como un ignorante cuando hablan de ella ,y tambien entretiene facilmente, pero no es de aportar conocimientos o informacion, is just a game.&lt;br /&gt;Las personas no se dan cuenta cuando pierden el tiempo por que es algo inconciente y cuando se dan cuenta que lo estan haciendo se arrepienten, por eso no es justo juzgar la perdida de tiempo, es raro pero es humano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-7204883361339340207?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7204883361339340207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7204883361339340207' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7204883361339340207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7204883361339340207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/perder-el-tiempo.html' title='Perder el tiempo'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8339153090965688137</id><published>2009-03-02T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:52:03.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gustas cuando callas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SaxU4hO8qsI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pycIHNwZlbo/s1600-h/1234546931381_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SaxU4hO8qsI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pycIHNwZlbo/s400/1234546931381_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308711390733445826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Y estás como quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial CE;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-8339153090965688137?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/8339153090965688137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=8339153090965688137' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8339153090965688137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/8339153090965688137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-gustas-cuando-callas.html' title='Me gustas cuando callas'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SaxU4hO8qsI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pycIHNwZlbo/s72-c/1234546931381_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6178148716139917946</id><published>2009-02-26T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:21:26.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Ice-Cubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SabqPGfJb0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/f5WQ7vhsFi8/s1600-h/n811524315_1087659_6118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SabqPGfJb0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/f5WQ7vhsFi8/s400/n811524315_1087659_6118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307186756062900034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero mas de los magic cubes&lt;br /&gt;La otra vez los encontre y me los meti en la boca,&lt;br /&gt;para que andaran pero tenian un gusto horrible.&lt;br /&gt;entonces los meti en un vaso con coca y martini,&lt;br /&gt;quedaron re geniales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-6178148716139917946?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6178148716139917946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6178148716139917946' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6178148716139917946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6178148716139917946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-ice-cubes.html' title='Magic Ice-Cubes'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SabqPGfJb0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/f5WQ7vhsFi8/s72-c/n811524315_1087659_6118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-7801618462519188278</id><published>2009-02-23T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:27:41.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>81 st Annual Academy Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Realmente este año los Oscars se pasaron.&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente Hugh Jackman concuciendolos,&lt;br /&gt;quien diria que Wolwarein cantaba y bailaba tan bien.&lt;br /&gt;Encuanto a Mejor blablabla era de imaginarlo que&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire iba a ganar.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que si me sorprendio fue que aya ganado Kate Winslet,&lt;br /&gt;estando nominada con Meryl Streep y Angelina.&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt se quedo sin el pan y sin la torta porque Sean Penn gano como Mejor Actor.Pero Gus Van Sant no gano por Milk, gano el que dirijio Slumdog Millionaire, que por cierto se puso a saltar cuando agarro el premio.&lt;br /&gt;Me encanto lo que hicieron los productores de los Academy, recordando a los que habian sido ganadores y ganadoras anteriormente, con los que no estan mas y con los musicales.&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jacman cantando con Beyonce fue so Amazing acompañados por Zac Efron y Vanessa Hudgess y tambien por los de Mama Mia, falto la interpretacion de Sweeney Todd.&lt;br /&gt;Me alegro que ayan ganado Penelope Cruz y Heath Ledger, realmente se lo merecian  y como mejor guionista el de Milk.&lt;br /&gt;Gano tambien el musico Indio de Slumdog Millionaire, pero no entendi porque M.I.A. no fue nominada si Paper Planes estubo en la pelicula.&lt;br /&gt;Tanpoco entendi porque Australia no gano una mierda siendouna gran pelicula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLwqobptQCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-7801618462519188278?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/7801618462519188278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=7801618462519188278' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/7801618462519188278'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SaDzN1ZqRPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/r2NlfEkKsTI/s1600-h/586947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SaDzN1ZqRPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/r2NlfEkKsTI/s400/586947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305507780041000178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto sacada del flicker de alguien por hacer la nota esa de wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;en el Feisbuk y me llamo la antencion porque esta re peoli&lt;br /&gt;y la nota era rarisima, supuestamente esta foto es la tapa de mi album&lt;br /&gt;y mi banda se llama Dominus y el disco Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;y bueno era raro pero divertido.&lt;br /&gt;espero que mañana llueva devuelta asi veo peliculas, antes de que empiezen&lt;br /&gt;los Oscars :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-5395780154128287021?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5395780154128287021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5395780154128287021' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5395780154128287021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5395780154128287021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-how-that-works.html' title='Funny How That Works'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SaDzN1ZqRPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/r2NlfEkKsTI/s72-c/586947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2699270280310998455</id><published>2009-02-19T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:09:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KURT COBAIN  NOT DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZ4kE0tfMCI/AAAAAAAAAes/9W_FHDDoaUg/s1600-h/kurt-cobain-image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZ4kE0tfMCI/AAAAAAAAAes/9W_FHDDoaUg/s400/kurt-cobain-image.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304717076376530978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoy Kurt Donald Cobain Cumpliria 42 años, si&lt;br /&gt;no hubiese muerto el 5 de abril de 1994.&lt;br /&gt;Fue para muchas personas un gran icono musical,&lt;br /&gt;y actualmente lo siguen queriendo como antes.&lt;br /&gt;Yo pienso que Nirvana y El fueron de gran diferente&lt;br /&gt;estilo musical para esos años y por eso tubieron un inportante&lt;br /&gt;auje(no se como se escribe) e hicieron un gran cambio en la&lt;br /&gt;historia de la musica.&lt;br /&gt;Su musica era muy sentimental, creo que trasmitia cosas que Kurt no era de contarlas&lt;br /&gt;y eran cosas de su infancia, y eso+ Rock , hacia identificar a la gente mas de lo comun.&lt;br /&gt;Fue una gran perdida, pero bueno, "Los buenos mueren ", no?&lt;br /&gt;es una lastima, pero bueno como sabemos la causa de la muerte no esta&lt;br /&gt;enclarecida, puede haberse suicidado o pudo haber sido Courtney quien&lt;br /&gt;lo halla matado.No se,  no puedo juzgar a ninguno de los dos, aunque&lt;br /&gt;no los conosca se que lo han hecho con alguna razon.&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto a Courtney, siempre quiso la plata de Kurt y nada mas,&lt;br /&gt;y Frances¿?, bueno para mi esta siguiendo los caminos de su madre&lt;br /&gt;y de las chicas de su edad, espero que aya heredado una parte&lt;br /&gt;del talento de su padre y que no sea una simple Lindsay Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno me estoy llendo por las ramas.&lt;br /&gt;Solo hice esto porque soy fan de Nirvana y me gusta recordarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZ464hVNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/uI78VCOMPD0/s1600-h/kurtt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZ464hVNQ9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/uI78VCOMPD0/s400/kurtt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304742153783428050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Las estrellas están ahí, solo debes mirarlas"&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-2699270280310998455?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2699270280310998455/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-4844344951093118276?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4844344951093118276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4844344951093118276' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4844344951093118276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4844344951093118276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/cisne-casi-asesino.html' title='Cisne casi 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZtE_JXMHYI/AAAAAAAAAek/cLMIhrtkKG4/s400/1181775624_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303908837794520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     (....)&lt;br /&gt;a que no me atrapas?&lt;br /&gt;-jaja a que si&lt;br /&gt;euridice corre para esconderse de su enamorado&lt;br /&gt;ella grita de sorpresa y de miedo&lt;br /&gt;-no temas -murmura una voz ronca-.soy yo aristeo&lt;br /&gt;que quieres de mi,maldito pastor?¡regresa con tus obejas,tus abejasy tus colmenas!&lt;br /&gt;-por que me rechasas euridice?&lt;br /&gt;-sueltame te desprecio . Orfeo Orfeo!!!&lt;br /&gt;-un beso...dame un solo beso y te dejare ir.&lt;br /&gt;con un ademan brusco euridice se desprende del brazo de aristeoy regresa corriendo ala ribera del rio peneo.pero el pastor no se dava por vencidoy la persigue.&lt;br /&gt;en su huida,euridice pisa una sepiete.la vivora unde sus colmillos en la pantorrilla de la muchacha.&lt;br /&gt;-orfeo!-grita haciendo muecas de dolor&lt;br /&gt;-euridice que a ocurrido?&lt;br /&gt;-creo... que me mordio una serpiente&lt;br /&gt;orfeo abraza a su novia,cuya mirada se nubla.pronto acuden de otras partes las hamadriades&lt;br /&gt;-euridice... te suplico no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;-orfeo,te amo,no quiero perderte...&lt;br /&gt;son las ultimas palabras de euridice.jadea se ahoga.es el fin el veneno ha hecho su trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fue el unico mito que me llego realmente y que me gusta.&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/4753941388555882662-1075966660146740406?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/1075966660146740406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=1075966660146740406' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1075966660146740406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/1075966660146740406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/orfeo-y-euridice.html' title='Orfeo y Euridice'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZtE_JXMHYI/AAAAAAAAAek/cLMIhrtkKG4/s72-c/1181775624_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-5462974590319860755</id><published>2009-02-17T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:52:13.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZs_d-VNw8I/AAAAAAAAAec/dHDZTGLzR5I/s1600-h/1192066062_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZs_d-VNw8I/AAAAAAAAAec/dHDZTGLzR5I/s400/1192066062_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303902770339627970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El bermelón gritaba&lt;br /&gt;gritaba el verde nilo&lt;br /&gt;el granate, el cobalto,&lt;br /&gt;el indigo gritaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del negro al escarlata&lt;br /&gt;corria el amarillo&lt;br /&gt;se zambullo el celeste&lt;br /&gt;me abrazo el colorado&lt;br /&gt;el ultramar oscuro&lt;br /&gt;me tiro un salvavidas&lt;br /&gt;pero el violeta inmovil&lt;br /&gt;me miró&lt;br /&gt;me miraba&lt;br /&gt;con los brazos cruzados.&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/4753941388555882662-5462974590319860755?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/5462974590319860755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=5462974590319860755' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5462974590319860755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/5462974590319860755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/colorful-your-life.html' title='Colorful Your Life'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZs_d-VNw8I/AAAAAAAAAec/dHDZTGLzR5I/s72-c/1192066062_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6530271278824017184</id><published>2009-02-12T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:56:13.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon, that´s cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZTOzOH7iTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qu2taTVRcI4/s1600-h/1234fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZTOzOH7iTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qu2taTVRcI4/s400/1234fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302090040681924914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;They love me like I was a brother&lt;br /&gt;They protect me, listen to me&lt;br /&gt;They dug me my very own garden&lt;br /&gt;Gave me sunshine, made me happy.&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/4753941388555882662-6530271278824017184?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6530271278824017184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6530271278824017184' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6530271278824017184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6530271278824017184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-are-my-friend-we-can-drink-in.html' title='If you are my friend we can drink in the afternoon, that´s cool.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZTOzOH7iTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qu2taTVRcI4/s72-c/1234fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-6572220762456956108</id><published>2009-02-10T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:26:41.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo I got him in the thing yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZIpOdHyyHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/u9xSBbyssBs/s1600-h/Champignones+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZIpOdHyyHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/u9xSBbyssBs/s400/Champignones+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301345039680718962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I bongo with My Lingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Beat it like a wing yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; From Congo to Columbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Can't sterotype my thing yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/4753941388555882662-6572220762456956108?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/6572220762456956108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=6572220762456956108' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6572220762456956108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/6572220762456956108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/bingo-i-got-him-in-thing-yo.html' title='Bingo I got him in the thing yo.'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SZIpOdHyyHI/AAAAAAAAAd0/u9xSBbyssBs/s72-c/Champignones+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-4589801785222646615</id><published>2009-02-07T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:15:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we human or are we dancer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SY3Pe55IPnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0aCABfu0w0c/s1600-h/06-02_09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SY3Pe55IPnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0aCABfu0w0c/s400/06-02_09+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300120466328403570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clear your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cut the cord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My sign is vital, my hands are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm on my knees looking for the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are we human or are we dancer?&lt;/span&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/4753941388555882662-4589801785222646615?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/4589801785222646615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=4589801785222646615' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4589801785222646615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/4589801785222646615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-we-human-or-are-we-dancer.html' title='Are we human or are we dancer?'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SY3Pe55IPnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/0aCABfu0w0c/s72-c/06-02_09+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2272089018505639281</id><published>2009-02-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:18:11.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, ONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbl8DIfDEiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wzWUcObM5N8/s1600-h/06-02_09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbl8DIfDEiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wzWUcObM5N8/s400/06-02_09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312413628719370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, ONO&lt;br /&gt;Diamond ring, CHA CHA&lt;br /&gt;Holiday sun, OPQ&lt;br /&gt;Planet earth presents you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big money,&lt;br /&gt;Big system,&lt;br /&gt;Big fame,&lt;br /&gt;Big brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-2272089018505639281?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2272089018505639281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2272089018505639281' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2272089018505639281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2272089018505639281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-ono.html' title='I love you, ONO'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/Sbl8DIfDEiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/wzWUcObM5N8/s72-c/06-02_09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-2522037135352799523</id><published>2009-02-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:06:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigo Odiandome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SYfQcQil7tI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tl8z_zRCqN8/s1600-h/asjkasjk+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SYfQcQil7tI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tl8z_zRCqN8/s400/asjkasjk+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298432670519652050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo odiando todo lo que no deje de odiar,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que no deje de odiar es todo lo que sigo odiando&lt;br /&gt;y todo lo que sigo odiando es una persona&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no es capaz de decidir por si mismo&lt;br /&gt;un persona que no puede divertirse&lt;br /&gt;una persona que nada le conforma&lt;br /&gt;una persona que todo le cae mal&lt;br /&gt;una persona que se ahoga en sus sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;una persona que por mas graciosa que sea no es feliz&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no puede contar sus cosas&lt;br /&gt;una pesona que se acompleja facilmente con su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;una persona que suele ser bipolar&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no piensa en si mismo&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no le importa lo que pase a su alrededor&lt;br /&gt;una persona que tiene amigos pero no los ve&lt;br /&gt;una persona que tiene una rutina aburrida&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no puede dejar de pensar estupideses&lt;br /&gt;una persona que odia su barrio&lt;br /&gt;una persona que odia el calor y el verano&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no se quiere&lt;br /&gt;una persona que esta lejos de la sociedad&lt;br /&gt;una persona que no quiere todo esto pero sin embargo lo tiene&lt;br /&gt;una persona que de ahora en mas decide cambiar, para ser alguine mejor&lt;br /&gt;mejor ¿?&lt;br /&gt;no es que quiere superar a otras personas sino que quiere lo mejor para el mismo y decide empesar desde 0 y ruega por no caer en la estupida costumbre de antes.&lt;br /&gt;esa persona que odia todo esto y ahora mismo se va a planear lo dicho&lt;br /&gt;soy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753941388555882662-2522037135352799523?l=who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/feeds/2522037135352799523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4753941388555882662&amp;postID=2522037135352799523' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2522037135352799523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4753941388555882662/posts/default/2522037135352799523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://who-tookthebomp.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigo-odiandome.html' title='Sigo Odiandome'/><author><name>Fausto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11504001461381267569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1MQeTbVOb4/Td3PPXBYuNI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z7f8ee1ZRVc/s220/1192066062_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4krUgezfRgg/SYfQcQil7tI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tl8z_zRCqN8/s72-c/asjkasjk+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753941388555882662.post-8833796006202543770</id><published>2009-01-29T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:53:34.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Test de 450</title><content type='html'>1. Hora y día: 18:07. 29/01/09&lt;br /&gt;2. Qué escuchas ahora: Rich Girls-The Virgins&lt;br /&gt;3. Nombre completo: Alan Ariel Irastorza Jofré&lt;br /&gt;4. Nickname: Alan,Ali,Alu,Alun,Alita,Kid A, Harry (que pateticos son), Especial.&lt;br /&gt;5. ¿Cuántos otros nicknames (o apodos asumidos, mejor dicho): Alan&lt;br /&gt;6. Nombre de tu Papá: Osvaldo&lt;br /&gt;7. Nombre de tu mamá: Claudia&lt;br /&gt;8. Fecha exacta en que el mundo fue bendecido o maldito con tu presencia: 25/11/93&lt;br /&gt;9. Donde naciste: Quilmes&lt;br /&gt;10. Mascotas: Luna, Gaara, Sheep, Flanklin, Edward, Xina, Zaira :S&lt;br /&gt;11. Hermanos (a): Sheila&lt;br /&gt;12. Color de ojos: Marrones&lt;br /&gt;13. Color de pelo: Negro, con algunos que otros pelos colorados y castaños.&lt;br /&gt;14. Color de la piel: Moreno&lt;br /&gt;15. Zurdo o diestro: Diestro&lt;br /&gt;16. Estatura (honestamente): 1.80&lt;br /&gt;17. Talla del zapato (honestamente): 41&lt;br /&gt;18. De que color está pintado tu cuarto: Naranja&lt;br /&gt;19. Tienes baño en tu cuarto?: No&lt;br /&gt;20. Quien te cae mal de tu familia: uno de mis primos&lt;br /&gt;21. Colegio que estudias?:  Manuel Belgrano&lt;br /&gt;22. En qué año o semestre estás?: Now en Primero&lt;br /&gt;23. Quién te cae mal del salón: Marcela&lt;br /&gt;24. Trabajas?: No&lt;br /&gt;25. Cuántos hijos quieres tener?: 3 o 4&lt;br /&gt;26. Del 1 al 10, ¿que tan exagerado te consideras?: 6&lt;br /&gt;27. Del 1 al 10, ¿qué tan ocioso te consideras?:&lt;br /&gt;28. Que nombre le pondrías a tu(s) hija(s)?: Uma, Zoe, Ursula, Amelie&lt;br /&gt;29. Qué nombre le pondrías a tu(s) hijo(s)?: Jean, Paul,&lt;br /&gt;30. Tienes piercings, tatuajes o algo por el estilo?: No&lt;br /&gt;31. ¿Y tienes el pelo teñido?: No&lt;br /&gt;32. Si pudieras teñirte el pelo de que color seria?: Naranja o Blanco :S&lt;br /&gt;33. Haz guardado secretos?: Si&lt;br /&gt;34. Te has drogado: No&lt;br /&gt;37. Quisieras besar apasionadamente a alguien?: Who Doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;38. Tocas algún instrumento musical: Piano (L)&lt;br /&gt;39. Palabras que más dices: OMG!, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;40. ¿Sabías que este número(40)corresponde al chorrocientos mil de los judíos?: WTF?&lt;br /&gt;42. Lugar al que más te gusta ir: EMBA&lt;br /&gt;43. Que es lo que más te gustaría tener en tu vida: Talento &amp;amp; Money&lt;br /&gt;44. La persona que más extrañas: Agos &amp;amp; Ro&lt;br /&gt;45. Quién no te fallaría nunca: My True Friends &amp;amp; My Family&lt;br /&gt;46. Que te pone de buenas: Friends, Music&lt;br /&gt;47. Duermes con peluches: No&lt;br /&gt;48. Hora en que te vas a dormir normalmente: 3 o 4&lt;br /&gt;49. Dónde vives: Quilmes Oeste&lt;br /&gt;50. Estás aburrido?: Si&lt;br /&gt;51. Eres bueno(a) para contar chistes?: I dont think so&lt;br /&gt;52. Quién te ha hecho madurar?: The Life?&lt;br /&gt;53. Quién te ha dado el golpe mas duro en tu vida?: El golpe mas duro in my life mi No Afecto :)&lt;br /&gt;54. Quién te ha hecho pensar?: Parents, Sister, Libros &amp;amp; Films :S&lt;br /&gt;55. Has llorado?: Si&lt;br /&gt;56. ¿Quisiste tanto a alguien como para llorar?: No&lt;br /&gt;57. Cuál ha sido la pena más grande que has pasado desde que empeso el año?: Igual que la 53, No me Afecto.&lt;br /&gt;58. Quién es tu mejor cyber-amigo(a)?: Mattew &amp;amp; Carcha, va son con los que mas hablos por msn y no los conosco Face To Face.&lt;br /&gt;59. Que es lo mejor que cocinas?: Budín &amp;amp; Cakes&lt;br /&gt;60. Alguna vez has vomitado?: Si&lt;br /&gt;61. Has vomitado por borrachera?: No&lt;br /&gt;62. ¿Estás consciente de que ni siquiera has empezado el cuestionario?: No ¿?&lt;br /&gt;63. ¿Tomas?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;64. En que Universidades has quedado: Todabia en ninguna :S&lt;br /&gt;65. Sabes manejar?: Intento&lt;br /&gt;66. Tienes auto?: No&lt;br /&gt;67. Tienes licencia? No&lt;br /&gt;68. Cuál es el sentimiento mas detestado por ti?: Ego ?¿?&lt;br /&gt;69. Cuál es el sentimiento mas apreciado por ti?: Sinceridad&lt;br /&gt;70. Mejores amigos: Rocio, Agostina, Jonathan, Gisella, Damian, Christian.&lt;br /&gt;71. Amigos Especiales: Los de Bellas Artes&lt;br /&gt;72. Has perdido a algún buen amigo por tu culpa?: No&lt;br /&gt;73. Te has puesto a llorar por teléfono?: No&lt;br /&gt;74. Confías en la gente con facilidad?: No&lt;br /&gt;75. Que es lo más duro que te han dicho en tu vida?: I dont remember&lt;br /&gt;76. Que es lo que más te molesta de ti?: Pensamientos Estupidos y Bipolares, Cuerpo, Desgano.&lt;br /&gt;77. Te pones triste con canciones melancólicas: Me llegan no mas&lt;br /&gt;78. De que color son los ojos de tu mamá?: Verdes&lt;br /&gt;79. Y de qué color son los ojos de tu papá?: Marrones&lt;br /&gt;80. Has fumado?: No&lt;br /&gt;81. Te has emborrachado?: No&lt;br /&gt;82. Sabes otro idioma: Ingles, intento Frances&lt;br /&gt;83. Que vas a estudiar en la Universidad?: No se con Exactitud :S&lt;br /&gt;84. ¿Por que partes de argentina has viajado?: Cordoba,y la fucking Costa&lt;br /&gt;85. Estuviste en un choque de autos: Si&lt;br /&gt;86. Cómo llamabas a tu osito de dormir?: No tengo&lt;br /&gt;87. Cuál es el auto de tus sueños?: BMW&lt;br /&gt;88. ¿Cuál fue tu primer coche?: No tengo&lt;br /&gt;89. La Persona que más amas en el mundo: Family &amp;amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;90. La Persona que más ODIAS en el Mundo: Tota Santillan, Jorge Rial, Marcelo Tinelli&lt;br /&gt;91. Tu héroe (además de ti): J.K.Rowling :)&lt;br /&gt;92. ¿Que es lo que siempre has deseado?:&lt;br /&gt;93. ¿Qué es lo que siempre has detestado?:&lt;br /&gt;94. ¿Tomas o Fumas?: Tomo&lt;br /&gt;95. La Persona que más feliz te ha hecho en tu vida?:&lt;br /&gt;96. Tuviste un amigo imaginario cuando eras pequeño (a)?: No&lt;br /&gt;97. Alguna vez nadaste desnudo: No&lt;br /&gt;98. Te llevas bien con tus viejos: Si&lt;br /&gt;99. Descríbete: Alto, Sincero y Feo.&lt;br /&gt;100. Te burlas de la gente: Opino :)&lt;br /&gt;101. ¿Qué escuchas ahora?: Atlantis to Interzone - The Klaxons&lt;br /&gt;102. Hora y día: 19:42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUS GUSTOS Y PREFERENCIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Quieres seguir respondiendo? Si&lt;br /&gt;104. Colores favoritos: Naranja, Negro, Blanco.&lt;br /&gt;105. Olor favorito: Goma Laca&lt;br /&gt;106. Olor que odias?: El de Marcela y El de la Ciudad&lt;br /&gt;107. Mejor pecado del mundo: Lujuria&lt;br /&gt;108. Revista favorita: Roling Stones&lt;br /&gt;109. Estación que te gusta más: Invierno&lt;br /&gt;110. Carta o mail: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;111. Equipo de fútbol: Ninguno&lt;br /&gt;112. Programa de TV favorito: Beverly Hills 90210&lt;br /&gt;113. Juego de mesa favorito: Clue&lt;br /&gt;114. Una almohada o dos: Una&lt;br /&gt;115. Juguete favorito: Uno de Godzilla :)&lt;br /&gt;116. Comida favorita: Pizza&lt;br /&gt;117. Salchichas o hamburguesas?: Hamburguesa&lt;br /&gt;118. Restaurante favorito: Mc Donalds guacho&lt;br /&gt;119. Restaurante de comida rápida favorito: Mc Donalds, decearia ir a Hooters&lt;br /&gt;120. Cuál es tu película favorita?: The Notebook, Elephant, Edward Scissorhands, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Clockwork Orange.&lt;br /&gt;121. Cuál es tu comic favorito?: Juan Vegetal :?&lt;br /&gt;122. Canal de cable favorito?: Ninguno&lt;br /&gt;23. Serie favorita?: Beverly Hills 90210 y The Oc ( forever), Nip/Tuck, Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;124. ¿Filosofía o psicología?: Psicologia&lt;br /&gt;125. Arte preferido: POP ART, y el Prerrafaelismo tambien me gusta mucho&lt;br /&gt;126. Chocolate blanco o negro: Negro&lt;br /&gt;127. Vainilla o chocolate: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;128. Tarta o pie: Pie&lt;br /&gt;129. Plata u oro: Plata&lt;br /&gt;130. ¿Lluvia o sol?: Lluvia&lt;br /&gt;131. ¿Sprite o Seven Up?: Sprite&lt;br /&gt;132. ¿Café o té?: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;133. ¿Sabanas lisas o con animalitos?: Lisas sin colores pasteles.&lt;br /&gt;134. ¿Color de calcetines?: Negro y Naranja :)&lt;br /&gt;135. ¿Feria o fiesta favorita?: Fiesta Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;136. Condimento favorito en una ensalada: Limon.&lt;br /&gt;137. ¿La Gaseosa, con o sin hielo?: Con Hielo, Prefiero jugo igual.&lt;br /&gt;138. ¿Disney o Warner Bros?: Warner Bros&lt;br /&gt;139. Que tipo de música te gusta?: INDIE (L)&lt;br /&gt;140. Cuál es tu grupo favorito?: Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;141. Cantante masculino y femenino favorito: Tom Yorke, Kurt Cobain, Carla Bruni.&lt;br /&gt;142. Canción favorita: House of Cards, Creep, Lithium, You.&lt;br /&gt;143. ¿Paraiso o infierno?: Paraiso&lt;br /&gt;144. Color de ropa interior preferido: Kevingston Boxers&lt;br /&gt;145. Te gusta que te quieran?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;146. Te gusta llorar?: No&lt;br /&gt;147. Cuál es tu personaje de TV preferido: Naomi&lt;br /&gt;148. Coca-Cola o Pepsi?: Coke&lt;br /&gt;149. ¿Prefieres que te preparen el desayuno o que te lo prepares tú?: Que me lo preparen&lt;br /&gt;150. Te gusta cocinar?: Si&lt;br /&gt;151. Donde te gustaría viajar?: Lodres, Paris,New York, Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;152. Dónde te gustaría quedarte a vivir?: Inglaterra&lt;br /&gt;153.Te gustan las estrellas?: Si&lt;br /&gt;154. Te gusta la mitología: Si.&lt;br /&gt;155. Te gustan los chats?: Si pero no es lo mio.&lt;br /&gt;156. Lo que más te gusta hacer en el mundo: Ir a la EMBA y estar con Friends.&lt;br /&gt;157. Frío o calor: Frio.&lt;br /&gt;158. Te gusta tomar licor?: Si.&lt;br /&gt;159. Cuál es tu deporte favorito?: Natacion.&lt;br /&gt;160. Cual es tu numero favorito: 7.&lt;br /&gt;161. Marca de zapatos favorita: Stork Man :S&lt;br /&gt;162. Animal Favorito: Lechuza.&lt;br /&gt;163. Días favoritos: Sabado y Domingo.&lt;br /&gt;164. Te gusta el teatro?: Si.&lt;br /&gt;165. Cuál es tu hobby?: Leer, Pintar, Tocar el Piano ,Investigar.&lt;br /&gt;166. Quisieras ir a Marte?: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;167. Fruta favorita?: Melon &amp;amp; Sandia.&lt;br /&gt;168. Cuál es tu libro favorito?: Harry Potter (all), Otra Vuelta De Tuerca.&lt;br /&gt;169. Pagina web favorita?: Facebook, Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;170. Hot-dog o choripan: Hot-Dog&lt;br /&gt;171. Asignatura favorita?: Cs.Naturales, Inles, Historia.&lt;br /&gt;172. Feriado favorito: Los que caen Lunes o Viernes.&lt;br /&gt;173. Flor: Jazmin. y la rara que esta en mi casa y florece una sola noche solo en verano.&lt;br /&gt;174. Tema de conversación más detestado: Tribus Urbanas&lt;br /&gt;175. Mejor serie infantil de todos los tiempos? El Laboratorio de Dexter,Pistas de Blue,Franklin la Tortuga.&lt;br /&gt;176. Tom o Jerry?: Tom&lt;br /&gt;177. Frase preferida: "NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS NOW&lt;br /&gt;I SHOUDNT BE AFRAID&lt;br /&gt;BEACUASE I KNOW TODAY HAS BEEN THE PERFECT DAY I´VE EVER SEEN."&lt;br /&gt;178. Fiestas en Casa o Discos?: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;179. Vehículo preferido: Car&lt;br /&gt;180. Música Preferida Para Bailar: la musica no se hiso para bailar pero me gusta el Jumpstyle &amp;amp; Tecktonik.(auque ovbiamente no se bailar)&lt;br /&gt;181. Música Detestada Para Bailar: ... Cumbia, Reggaeton., no todo :S&lt;br /&gt;182. Juego de Video Favorito: Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;183. Te gustan las peliculas felices o de terror: Terror&lt;br /&gt;184. Sonido favorito?: El del Bosque :?&lt;br /&gt;185. Cosas favoritas de la vida?: EMBA , Amigos, Amigos y Amigos &amp;amp; Family.&lt;br /&gt;186. Shampoo favorito: Tresemme&lt;br /&gt;187. Helado favorito: Del Laya y el Polo&lt;br /&gt;188. ¿Winamp o windows media player?: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;189. ¿Café caliente o helado?: Cafe&lt;br /&gt;190. ¿Té caliente o helado?: Helado&lt;br /&gt;191. ¿Qué escuchas ahora?: Pin- Yeah Yeah Yeahs!&lt;br /&gt;192. Hora y día: 20:14 29/01/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREENCIAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Crees bueno seguir respondiendo?: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;194. Qué opinas de tu mamá: Que es hincha pelotas como todas but que la amo&lt;br /&gt;195. Y tu papá: Tambien pero no es tanto como mi mama jaja&lt;br /&gt;196. El peor sentimiento del mundo: Egosentrismo,Orgullo,Envidia.&lt;br /&gt;197. El mejor sentimiento del mundo: Love&lt;br /&gt;198. A quien consideras especial de tu colegio?: Nadie&lt;br /&gt;199. Quién te parece misterioso (a)?: Marcela&lt;br /&gt;200. Quién te parece el/la mas gracioso?: Todos (bueh casi todos) tiene su gracia.&lt;br /&gt;201. El/la más pajero(a)?: Damian&lt;br /&gt;202. Persona + loca y + simple que conoces: Agostina&lt;br /&gt;203. ¿El vaso, mitad lleno o mitad vacío? Mitad lleno&lt;br /&gt;204. Que piensas de la muerte?: Es el final de todas las opciones.&lt;br /&gt;205. Crees en Dios?: No y si digo porque no termino mas.&lt;br /&gt;206. Qué piensas de las películas porno?: Es otro Genero dentro del cine, no le hace mal a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;207. Qué piensas de los gays?: Si se quieren y son felices, dentro de todo son Humanos.&lt;br /&gt;208. Qué piensas de las lesbianas?: Si se quieren y son felices, dentro de todo son Humanos.&lt;br /&gt;209. Tendencia Política: No entiendo la Politica.&lt;br /&gt;210. Qué opinas de la Ouija?: Es un medio de comunicacion no se :S, no es bueno joder con eso.&lt;br /&gt;211. Que piensas de "Celebrity Death Match"?: Que estaba re bueno, y que lo sacaron porque seguro que lo miraban pibitos de 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;212.En ti misma/o: Si&lt;br /&gt;213. En tus amigos: en los Truefriends Si&lt;br /&gt;214. En el destino: Si&lt;br /&gt;215. En Angeles: Creo que son como espectros buenos.&lt;br /&gt;216. En Fantasmas: Si&lt;br /&gt;217. ¿Politeísta o monoteísta?(santos se cuentan como politeísmo): Ateo&lt;br /&gt;218. Tu religión: Ateo, es dificil creer en algo que no cierra.&lt;br /&gt;219. ¿Crees tú que el ser humano ha superado la etapa mercantilista de la economía? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;220. Hay gente ociosa..., ¿verdad?: Si&lt;br /&gt;221. ¿Quién te puede asegurar que esto no es una teleserie y tú no eres el/la personaje central o uno secundario?: jaja no se&lt;br /&gt;222. ¿Entendiste la pregunta anterior?: Suena re Truman Show.&lt;br /&gt;223. ¿Qué te hace pensar que no hay alguien que te está mirando en este preciso instante?: Que me siento comodo.&lt;br /&gt;224. ¿Cuál es según tú lo peor que le pudo haber pasado a este mundo?: Las Guerras y La Discriminacion.&lt;br /&gt;225. ¿Crees en la vida inteligente extraterrestre?: Si&lt;br /&gt;226. ¿Crees que el ser humano es un ser estúpido o inteligente?: Inteligentemente Estupido.&lt;br /&gt;227. ¿Qué estás escuchando ahora?: Love No - The Teenagers&lt;br /&gt;228. fecha y hora: 29/01/09 20:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR, DATOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;229. Amarías seguir respondiendo?: No&lt;br /&gt;230. Amor platónico: Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;231. Qué buscas en el sexo opuesto?: Lo que no encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;232. Te ha gustado algún/a amigo/a tuyo/a: No :|&lt;br /&gt;233. Le darías un beso apasionado a la persona que te mandó este correo?: No me lo mando nadie, me lo copie de Aguchis.&lt;br /&gt;234. Y darías un beso apasionado a alguien de los que mandaste este mail?: No se lo mande a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;235. Estas enamorado?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS SIGUIENTES PREGUNTAS SÓLO LAS CONTESTAN LAS CHICAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;236. ¿Pelo corto o largo?:&lt;br /&gt;237. ¿Altos o pequeños?:&lt;br /&gt;238. Cuadrado o musculitos:&lt;br /&gt;239. Chico bueno o malo:&lt;br /&gt;240. Con dinero o sin dinero:&lt;br /&gt;241. pendientes en la oreja:&lt;br /&gt;242. Con pecas o sin:&lt;br /&gt;243. Con barba o afeitado:&lt;br /&gt;244. ¿Algún chico ronda tus pensamientos?&lt;br /&gt;245. ¿Cuál es su nombre?&lt;br /&gt;246. ¿Qué canción le dedicarías?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS SIGUIENTES PREGUNTAS SÓLO LAS CONTESTAN LOS&lt;br /&gt;CHICOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;247. Braguita normal o tanga: Whatever&lt;br /&gt;248. Uñas pintadas o sin pintar: Da igual&lt;br /&gt;249. Sujetador normal o deportivo: Sport&lt;br /&gt;250. Tranquila y misteriosa o sexy y salvaje: Tranquila y misteriosa&lt;br /&gt;251. Pijilla o rapera: ¿WTF?&lt;br /&gt;252. Pelo corto o largo: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;253. Uñas largas o cortas: No me fijaria&lt;br /&gt;254. Chica buena o mala: Good Girl Gone Bad&lt;br /&gt;255. Rellenita o delgada: Delgada&lt;br /&gt;256. Pelo recogido o suelto: Suelto&lt;br /&gt;257. Alta o baja: Alta&lt;br /&gt;258. Pelo rizado o liso: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;259. Morenita de piel blanca: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;260. Con pecas o sin pecas: Sin&lt;br /&gt;261. Chica en plan fiesta o más bien tranquila: Quiet&lt;br /&gt;262. Lanzada o tímida: Timida no, pero tmapoco lanzada.&lt;br /&gt;263. Rubia o Morena?: Ambas&lt;br /&gt;264. ¿Alguna chica ronda tus pensamientos?: Lisa Cant&lt;br /&gt;265. Cuál es su nombre?: V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;266. Que canción le dedicarías?: You - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;267. A que persona has querido como nunca: Friends&lt;br /&gt;268. Sientes miedo cuando empiezas a querer alguien?: No&lt;br /&gt;269. Qué piensas de tu pareja?: Que no tengo&lt;br /&gt;270. Que sientes ante un amor imposible?:idk&lt;br /&gt;271. Alguna vez has tenido un amor imposible?: No&lt;br /&gt;272. ¿Estuviste enamorado?: :i dont known&lt;br /&gt;273. Dónde te gusta que te besen?: En la frente&lt;br /&gt;274. Te gustan las citas a ciegas?: Nunca tuve&lt;br /&gt;276. Cuál es el hombre perfecto para ti?: ¿?no existe la perfeccion&lt;br /&gt;277. Que le quieres decir a la persona que amas con tanta pasión?: WTH?&lt;br /&gt;278. Que le quieres decir a la persona que te ama con tanta pasión?: Nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;279. Te gusta hablar del amor? Me aburre, me da igual.&lt;br /&gt;280. Te has podido levantar a alguien con novio (a)?:¿?&lt;br /&gt;281. Has profanado?: No&lt;br /&gt;282. Qué te atrae más, una persona del sexo opuesto, de tu mismo sexo, una tubería, un fetiche misceláneo, un animal, tú mismo o ninguna de las anteriores: Sexo opuesto&lt;br /&gt;283. Le has enseñado a alguien a besar?:No&lt;br /&gt;284. ¿Que Prefieres, que alguien conquiste tu corazón, o que tu conquistes el de el ?: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;285. La Persona que más has AMADO en todo el tiempo que has vivido? Mis amigos y familia&lt;br /&gt;286. La Persona más linda(o), regia(o) que hallas conocido: Regia?¿?&lt;br /&gt;287. Eres capaz de amar tanto a una persona que llegarías a dar tu vida por él/ella: Si&lt;br /&gt;288. Si tú estas pololeando, y tu mejor amiga(o) intenta de quitarte a tu pololo(a) ¿que le arias?:polopolpopoplpoplpopplpoplo&lt;br /&gt;290. Tú...si tuvieras que elegir entre tu MEJOR amigo(a) o tu novio(a): Mejor amigo,&lt;br /&gt;291. Si Tu novio/a se va a vivir muy lejos de ti, y solo se podrían ver en las vacaciones ¿tú seguirías con ella o darías todo como acabado?: Game Over&lt;br /&gt;292. ¿Has Soñado con esa persona que amas más de una vez?: No&lt;br /&gt;293. Qué es lo primero que le notas al sexo opuesto?: Depende&lt;br /&gt;294. Besos o abrazos?: Ambos&lt;br /&gt;296. Alguna vez quisiste andar con un amigo(A)?: No&lt;br /&gt;297. Estuviste enamorado(A) de un maestro(A): No&lt;br /&gt;298. Prefieres noviazgo o free: Depende&lt;br /&gt;300. Qué escuchas ahora: Indie Rock And Roll- The Killers&lt;br /&gt;301. Fecha y hora: 29/01/09 21:07&lt;br /&gt;302. Estas consciente que aun quedan muchas mas preguntas por responder? Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;303. Que piensas sobre la persona que te mandó esto?: Me lo copie de aguchis :)&lt;br /&gt;304. Cómo te sientes hoy?: Super Truper&lt;br /&gt;305. Qué hay a tu lado?: Un libro, dos cds, un te de durazno y mi gata.&lt;br /&gt;306. Cómo estas vestida(o)?: Jean, Remera, Zapatillas.&lt;br /&gt;307. Tienes sueño?: Masomenos&lt;br /&gt;308. ¿En qué(o quién) piensas en este momento, fuera del cuestionario?: En cual pelicula puedo ver a la noche.&lt;br /&gt;309. De que color es tu ropa interior hoy?: Tiene treboles.&lt;br /&gt;310. ¿Tienes los cordones de lo que lleves en los pies bien amarrados?: No tienen cordones.&lt;br /&gt;312. Estás hablando con alguien: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CONTINÚAN LOS VARIOS*&lt;br /&gt;313. Cuál es el nombre más raro que has escuchado?: Rigoberta :S no se&lt;br /&gt;314. Te ha tocado una cucaracha (o algo parecido) en la hamburguesa o en el refresco? No, pero una vez me comi un escarabajo que estaba en la ensalada.&lt;br /&gt;315. Que vas a hacer después de llenar el cuestionario?: Ver Ugly Betty&lt;br /&gt;316. ¿Cuánto piensas antes de contestar?: Yo que se&lt;br /&gt;317. A quien pondrías o tienes en lista?: Friends&lt;br /&gt;318. ¿Te has roto alguna vez un hueso? No&lt;br /&gt;319. Cantas en la ducha?: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;320. Algo que no soportes: Cumbia Y Calor.&lt;br /&gt;321. ¿Fuiste a África?: No&lt;br /&gt;322. ¿Fuiste a Europa?: No&lt;br /&gt;323. ¿Fuiste a Asia?: No&lt;br /&gt;324. ¿Fuiste a Oceanía?: No&lt;br /&gt;325. ¿Fuiste a América del Norte?: No&lt;br /&gt;326. ¿Fuiste a América Central?: No&lt;br /&gt;327. ¿Fuiste al Caribe?: No&lt;br /&gt;328. ¿Fuiste a América del Sur? Estoy en ella&lt;br /&gt;329. ¿Luego de tantos "no's", has salido del país donde vives?: No, jaja&lt;br /&gt;330. ¿Cuántas veces suspendiste tu examen de conducir?: Todabia no lo hice&lt;br /&gt;331. ¿Qué cambiarías de tu vida?: Varias cosas.&lt;br /&gt;332. ¿Que dejarías como está?: Algo no se&lt;br /&gt;333. ¿Si pudieras ser otra persona?: Christian Bale, Justin Timberlake ?¿ no se&lt;br /&gt;334. A quien matarías de tu salón?: Marcela&lt;br /&gt;335. Si tuvieses que escoger a 3 personas de salón, a quien escogerías?: Shi, Ro, Agos.&lt;br /&gt;336. Que es lo que más aprecias de la vida?: The Art.&lt;br /&gt;337. Qué fobia tienes?: No tengo, pero me da asco las cucarachas, eso vale?¿&lt;br /&gt;338. Te gustaría vivir hasta que edad?: hasta los 110&lt;br /&gt;339. ¿En qué piensas al momento de despertar?: Que hora es?&lt;br /&gt;340. ¿En qué piensas al momento de levantarte?: Desayuno&lt;br /&gt;341. Tiempo bajo la ducha: De 7 a 10 minutos&lt;br /&gt;342. Tiempo que te tomas para arreglarte: 30 hora 1 como mucho&lt;br /&gt;343. Cuánto es lo máximo que te has quedado hablando por teléfono?: Ni idea&lt;br /&gt;344. Que es lo más asqueroso que has visto en vivo? No se no me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;345. Si un OVNI te rapta, que le dirías?: Al Ovni nada, a lo sumo al extraterrestre :S&lt;br /&gt;346. Te han raptado los Ovnis?: No&lt;br /&gt;347. Eres supersticioso (a) : Si, Mucho.&lt;br /&gt;348. ¿Cuánto tiempo desayunando solo?: Yo que se&lt;br /&gt;349. ¿Cuánto tiempo desayunando si es con compañía?: Que se yo&lt;br /&gt;350. ¿En qué piensas durante el trayecto a tu casa o colegio o lo que sea, además de la inmortalidad del cangrejo?  La inmortalidad del cangrejo¿? WTF? jaja no se en lo que hice en el dia.&lt;br /&gt;351Tienes celular?: Si&lt;br /&gt;352. Telefono: Si&lt;br /&gt;353. Móvil: Si&lt;br /&gt;354. ¿Cuánto ha sido? Que cosa?&lt;br /&gt;356. ¿Cuántas velas en tu última torta de cumpleaños? 15&lt;br /&gt;357. Te sabes los 10 mandamientos?: No ni ahi&lt;br /&gt;358. Te sabes alguna canción religiosa?: Me las acuerdo, pero no las canto.&lt;br /&gt;359. Que nombre te gustaría tener?: Tomas, Benjamin, Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;360. ¿Qué o a quién tienes de fondo de escritorio?: American Psycho, una pelicula&lt;br /&gt;361. ¿Qué máscara o skin usas en tu reproductor de MP3 o lo que escuches? Ninguno.&lt;br /&gt;362. Te asustan las tormentas?  Depende, si es un super super super chaparron , si&lt;br /&gt;363. ¿Sabías que 2+2 no es necesariamente 4?:  2+2=5 ( Radiohead forever L)&lt;br /&gt;364. Te ha pasado algo sobrenatural? Si&lt;br /&gt;365. ¿Sabías que hay mujeres que fueron malditas con el nombre Escolástica?: La iglesia hace cada boludes.&lt;br /&gt;366. Te ha pasado que vas caminando descalzo y te pegas en el dedo pequeño del pie con una esquina?: Si, Que dolor.&lt;br /&gt;367. Tienes sabanas con dibujos animados?: No&lt;br /&gt;368. ¿Qué nombre le tienes puesto a la papelera de reciclaje?: Papelera de reciclaje&lt;br /&gt;369. Quién fue la ultima persona con la que hablaste por teléfono?: Damian&lt;br /&gt;70. Que hiciste anoche?: Mire Beverly Hills 90210 y termine de leer HP7&lt;br /&gt;371. Cuál fue el último CD que compraste?: No me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;372. ¿quieres una pregunta rebuscada?: Bueno :?&lt;br /&gt;373. Hayas respondido lo que sea, aquí va ¿Si el hombre fue hecho a semejanza de dios, de dónde sacó el modelo para la mujer?: Yo que se capas es XXY&lt;br /&gt;374. Frase de película que te ha impactado: Hay muchas.&lt;br /&gt;375. Alguna vez habías respondido un cuestionario con tantas preguntas?: No&lt;br /&gt;376. ¿Sabías que el 99% de las estadísticas están equivocadas?: No ni idea&lt;br /&gt;377. Si te murieras en este instante, ¿tendrías algún remordimiento?: Si&lt;br /&gt;378. ¿Qué esperas o quieres hacer antes de morir?: Travel Around The World (daft punk (8)&lt;br /&gt; 379. te gustaría matar al hechor de este cuestionario?: No&lt;br /&gt;380. Crees que te quede plano el culo después de llenar este cuestionario?: Si&lt;br /&gt;381. ¿sabías que los más ociosos entre los ociosos son los artistas? Estas totalmente equivocado, no todos son Ocsiosos.&lt;br /&gt;382. ¿Tenías presente que gracias a los europeos que aquí llegaron muchas de las enfermedades que azotaron a los pueblos nativos?: Si, la peste bubonica :?, re que no&lt;br /&gt;383. Sigues con sueño?: No&lt;br /&gt;384. Te has asustado al verte una mañana en el espejo?: Si, tenia todo sangre en la cara.&lt;br /&gt;385. Que es lo primero que haces al despertarte?: Ir al baño.&lt;br /&gt;386. Ahora... que piensas sobre la persona que creo este cuestionario: Que tiene bastante imaginacion o que estaba muy al pedo.&lt;br /&gt;387. Cuál es la carta más larga que has hecho por Internet? No se&lt;br /&gt;388. Quién crees que responda este cuestionario: Alguien&lt;br /&gt;389. Sabias que estar mucho tiempo sentado enfrente de la computadora es nocivo para la salud?: Si&lt;br /&gt;391. Sabias que.... pican, pican los mosquitos, pican con gran disimulo, unos pican en la cara y pican en el... : culo jajaja soy alergioco, ala gran cantidad.&lt;br /&gt;392. Cuándo fue tu ultima visita al hospital?: Ni idea.&lt;br /&gt;393. De que color es la alfombra de tu dormitorio?: No tengo alfombra.&lt;br /&gt;394. Dónde te ves en 10 años?: Espero que trabajando&lt;br /&gt;395. Quién de tus amigos vive mas lejos: Jime&lt;br /&gt;396. Cuantos timbrazos antes de atender el teléfono?: 2&lt;br /&gt;397. Algo que tienes puesto siempre y nunca te lo sacas?: Mi anillo y mi cadenita.&lt;br /&gt;398. Una cábala: Le Tour Eiffel&lt;br /&gt;399. Que hay en las paredes de tu dormitorio?: Un estante con libroes, un mural, unos grabados y una escultura.&lt;br /&gt;400. Que hay debajo de tu cama?: Zapatillas, ropa, polvo.&lt;br /&gt;401. 2 o 4 puertas?: 4&lt;br /&gt;402. La Mejor Fiesta en la que has estado este Año: En la de Aguchis :)&lt;br /&gt;403. La Peor Pesadilla que has tenido: Cuando soñie with myself, :S fue horible&lt;br /&gt;404. Sueño Más Trágico que has tenido: jaja muchos&lt;br /&gt;405. Algún mensaje ridículo para los que vayan a contestar esto: UMPALUMPA&lt;br /&gt;406. El Mejor lugar donde has ido de vacaciones: Cordoba&lt;br /&gt;407. Palabras para desahogarte: Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;408. ¿Que fue lo último que comiste?: Cookies&lt;br /&gt;409. Si fueras una crayola, qué color serías: Naranja&lt;br /&gt;410. Dónde planeas ir en tu luna de miel?: Europa&lt;br /&gt;411. Cómo Comes tus obleas? Con la boca&lt;br /&gt;412. Cuál es el próximo CD que te vas comprar?: un cd nosee agusnte el ares ajja&lt;br /&gt;413. Mes favorito?: Noviembre, Julio&lt;br /&gt;414. Cuál es tu trago favorito: Sex On The Beach&lt;br /&gt;415. Ultima película que viste?: Trainspoting&lt;br /&gt;416. Que libros estás leyendo? Mozart de Marcel Brion&lt;br /&gt;417. Cuándo tendrás hijos?: Cuando llegue el momento&lt;br /&gt;418. Te gusta manejar rápido?: Todabia no manejo&lt;br /&gt;419. Qué hay en el estereo de tu carro ahora mismo?: No se&lt;br /&gt;420. Alguna vez has tomado tanto que hasta perdiste la conciencia?: No&lt;br /&gt;421. Alguna vez has faltado a clases solo porque estaba lloviendo?: No, jaja re agos.&lt;br /&gt;422. Limpiaste tu cuarto?: Aveces&lt;br /&gt;423. Lavaste ropa: Si&lt;br /&gt;424. Manejaste: Intente&lt;br /&gt;425. ¿Cuánto tiempo de vuelta del colegio a casa? 20 minutos&lt;br /&gt;426. ¿Tienes banda ancha y puedes estar todo el día en internet o tienes cronómetro?: Banca anchaa&lt;br /&gt;427. ¿Qué nota te sacaste la última vez que te fue bien en una prueba?: Ni idea&lt;br /&gt;428. ¿Tienes tus discos y MP3 ordenados, o hechos un caos?: Ordenados&lt;br /&gt;430. ¿Sabías que las mujeres que menstrúan son inmundas según la biblia?: jaja me vas a decir que maria no menstruo ( si es que existio)&lt;br /&gt;431. ¿Y sabías que según los musulmanes al morir un hombre, en el paraíso se le regalan ángeles a los que puede "unirse" (en castellano culto, copular) tantas veces como ayunó en el ramadá?: No entiendo bien que se pueden cojer alos angeles por un mes ?¿&lt;br /&gt;432. ¿Qué marca de lápices ocupas?: Paper mate&lt;br /&gt;433. ¿En qué supermercado compras la mercadería?: Jumbo y Tiburon :)&lt;br /&gt;434. ¿Tienes funda para tu computador?: No&lt;br /&gt;435. ¿Sabías que 1 de c/4 personas sufre algún trastorno en su cabeza? No, mira vos.&lt;br /&gt;436. ¿Es correcto decir que la mitad de 2+2 es 3?: No, es 2&lt;br /&gt;437. ¿Qué dirías si supieras que tenía una pregunta muy buena y se me olvido?: Que todos nos olvidamos siempre de algo, dont worry&lt;br /&gt;439. ¿Sabías que las religiones abrahamistas(cristianismo, judaismo e islamismo)son religiones misóginas?: No me sorprende, porque toda la vida se la discrimino a la Mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;441. Un mensaje para la humanidad creado por ti: Are You Real?&lt;br /&gt;442.¿Te gusto este cuestionario? Si&lt;br /&gt;443. Dijiste la verdad?: Of course&lt;br /&gt;444. Otras palabras para desahogarte por hacer este cuestionario: Largo y algo boludo.&lt;br /&gt;445. Mensaje misceláneo: Que queres que mescle?¿&lt;br /&gt;446. Qué escuchas : House Of Cards - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;447. fecha y hora: 29/02/09 21:40&lt;br /&gt;448. 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