<?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-4847798185399815600</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:28:59.110-08:00</updated><category term='nada.'/><category term='nada'/><category term='nada...'/><category term='nada..'/><title type='text'>nada.de.nada</title><subtitle type='html'>no se nada.no me preguntes.no me di cuenta.perdon.me voy.vine.no estaba.no te vi.me fui.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VerdeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958561657645073416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847798185399815600.post-3129079234119613978</id><published>2007-06-19T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:47:47.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada'/><title type='text'>sentimiento.</title><content type='html'>No encontraba algun lugar a donde dirigirme, me sentia solo, abandonado, es por eso que me quede en silencio en aquel pequeño rincon esperando que el tiempo pasara y que me encontraran ahi, en aquel sitio frio y desolado, esperando aquello que tal vez nunca llegaria, simplemente lo esperada.&lt;br /&gt;No se si algun dia habra de llegar, se que lo voy a esperar por mas que tarde una eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Me sentia solo, desolado y asustado, nunca hice incapie en esas coas porque sentia que no era una opcion, simplemente cuestion de suerte...... o quizas sea cosa del destino.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez algun dia pueda comprobarlo, por ahora solo lo esperare en este rincon, este rincon de mi vida en el que siempre me escondo a llorar y que tanto oculto.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie jamas sabra muchas de las cosas que pasan por ahi...... nadia sabra si algun dia menti o dije la verdad, nadie lo sabra jamas, por ahora solo me queda esperar.....&lt;br /&gt;Sentido comun no es lo que busco en este momento, solamente plasmo ideas y sentimientos, son cosas que me gustan y me hacen sentir bien, no todo siempre tiene una explicacion.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847798185399815600-3129079234119613978?l=nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/3129079234119613978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/3129079234119613978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-esncontraba-algun-lugar-donde.html' title='sentimiento.'/><author><name>VerdeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958561657645073416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847798185399815600.post-4243349267372222767</id><published>2007-06-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:24:28.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada...'/><title type='text'>sentido?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbZgQJH_1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/N-5SxZEJN1w/s1600-h/campo+21-10-06+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077484778019094354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbZgQJH_1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/N-5SxZEJN1w/s320/campo+21-10-06+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lo lejos de un largo camino te espera la luz. Con todo su esplendor. Ofreciendote un lugar mejor. Donde ya no te afectes tus propios problemas. Donde jamas te volveras a sentir mal. Esta luz es tu imaginacion. Tu interior. Tus creencias. Nada mas. Nada real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847798185399815600-4243349267372222767?l=nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/4243349267372222767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/4243349267372222767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentido.html' title='sentido?'/><author><name>VerdeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958561657645073416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbZgQJH_1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/N-5SxZEJN1w/s72-c/campo+21-10-06+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847798185399815600.post-2314725700533626799</id><published>2007-06-18T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:24:28.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada'/><title type='text'>Piensa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbX1QJH_0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sFkyPetuNfs/s1600-h/1159235472_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piensa que todo puede cambiar. Piensa que algun dia el sol realmente saldra. Piensa que en un futuro va a poder respirar. Piensa que siempre tendra un lugar. Piensa que nunca se va a terminar. Piensa que el mundo nunca se va a acabar. Piensa que las estrellas son solo puntos brillantes. Piensa que lo real es imaginario. Piensa que vive en su pensamiento. Piensa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847798185399815600-2314725700533626799?l=nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/2314725700533626799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/2314725700533626799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/2007/06/piensa.html' title='Piensa'/><author><name>VerdeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958561657645073416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847798185399815600.post-6331033597579185212</id><published>2007-06-18T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:24:28.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada..'/><title type='text'>mute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbUuQJH_zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xrF67M2Cybs/s1600-h/puerta+julia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077479520979124018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbUuQJH_zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xrF67M2Cybs/s320/puerta+julia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miraba si nadie me veia mientras corria, entonces llegue al final y vi una intensa luz que penetraba por la antigua y desvencijada puerta. Me dispuse a entrar. Y cuendo entre. No vi nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847798185399815600-6331033597579185212?l=nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/6331033597579185212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/6331033597579185212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/2007/06/miraba-si-nadie-me-veia-mientras-corria.html' title='mute.'/><author><name>VerdeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958561657645073416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbUuQJH_zI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xrF67M2Cybs/s72-c/puerta+julia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847798185399815600.post-469836479407540342</id><published>2007-06-18T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:24:28.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada.'/><title type='text'>impulso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSGF0olmlVM/RnbRoQJH_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RVBGCCysgVA/s1600-h/campo+22-10-06+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era tarde. Ya no sabia lo que hacia. es asi que lo tome de su brazo y lo forze a salir de alli. No entendia por que. Pero ya estabamos afuera. No lo supe explicar. Simplemente le dije que fue un impulso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4847798185399815600-469836479407540342?l=nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/469836479407540342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4847798185399815600/posts/default/469836479407540342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomedicuenta-mytime.blogspot.com/2007/06/impulso.html' title='impulso'/><author><name>VerdeE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958561657645073416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
