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montañas&lt;br /&gt;mirar los colores del atardecer&lt;br /&gt;sentir en mi pies la arena de la playa&lt;br /&gt;y lo dulce de la caña cuando beso a mi mujer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, se que el tiempo lleva prisa&lt;br /&gt;pa borrarme de la lista&lt;br /&gt;pero yo le digo que.... haaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;que bonita es esta vida&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces duela tanto&lt;br /&gt;que apesar de lo pesares&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay alguien que nos quiere&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay alguien que nos cuida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay hay hay haaaaaay que bonita es esta vida&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no sea para siempre&lt;br /&gt;si la vivo con mi gente&lt;br /&gt;es bonita hasta la muerte con aguardiente y tequila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta escuchar la voz de una guitarra&lt;br /&gt;brindar por aquel amigo que se fue&lt;br /&gt;sentir el abrazo de la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y llenarme la mirada de otro hermoso amanecer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se, se que el tiempo lleva prisa&lt;br /&gt;pa borrarme de la lista&lt;br /&gt;pero yo le digo que.... haaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;que bonita es esta vida&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces duela tanto&lt;br /&gt;que apesar de lo pesares&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay alguien que nos quiere&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay alguien que nos cuida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay hay hay haaaaaay que bonita es esta vida&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no sea para siempre&lt;br /&gt;si la vivo con mi gente&lt;br /&gt;es bonita hasta la muerte con aguardiente y tequila..(BIS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-6611420310151610701?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6611420310151610701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Bienvenido el llanto y el consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Y el presagio de nieve en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido aquel que duda, el que se desnuda&lt;br /&gt;Porque quiere o por necesidad&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenida la noche de bodas&lt;br /&gt;Y el momento de quedarse a solas&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido es el pianista, todas sus canciones&lt;br /&gt;Los acordes que reflejan así&lt;br /&gt;Lo que somos hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿qué falta, qué vendrá? (stop, stop, stop, stop) qué me falta?&lt;br /&gt;De todo esto ¿qué vendrá? (stop, stop, stop, stop) qué nos falta?&lt;br /&gt;De todo esto ¿qué será?, (stop, stop, stop, stop) lo que falta,&lt;br /&gt;Quizá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido el llanto y su consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Y el presagio de nieve en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido quien sonríe, quien se asusta y cae&lt;br /&gt;Pero sin desesperar&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido a un tren que surca mares&lt;br /&gt;El que nos une a tiempo en navidades&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenidos los artistas con sus intuiciones&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido aquello que somos hoy&lt;br /&gt;Lo que somos hoy&lt;br /&gt;De aquí no me voy&lt;br /&gt;Porque somos hoy&lt;br /&gt;Lo que somos hoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7867371132713469553?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7867371132713469553/comments/default' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uelHwf8o7_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-736367906224688302</id><published>2011-07-08T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:41:00.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebecca St. James'/><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JSscfSkkgCk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Rebecca St. James and Tedd T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made the night&lt;br /&gt;He made the day&lt;br /&gt;Spread the earth upon the water&lt;br /&gt;Make the heavens and the rain&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky, see its design&lt;br /&gt;The very same creator is the one who gave us life&lt;br /&gt;What is man that He's mindful of us?&lt;br /&gt;We're merely clay in his hands&lt;br /&gt;What am I that He loves me so much He would die&lt;br /&gt;All that I can say is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It's God, truly God&lt;br /&gt;Can you see can you hear can you touch can you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's God, truly God&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain any other way cuz it's God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside us all there is a void&lt;br /&gt;All mankind is searching for the one who fills the soul&lt;br /&gt;In Him there's hope in Him there's life&lt;br /&gt;The world cries for a savior that's right before their eyes&lt;br /&gt;What is man that He takes us in as His children to be His own&lt;br /&gt;And what are we that He wants to be our Father&lt;br /&gt;All that I can say is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I praise you for your endless love&lt;br /&gt;Your boundless grace&lt;br /&gt;I stand here amazed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JSscfSkkgCk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5102242996020656806</id><published>2011-07-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:21:54.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jars of Clay'/><title type='text'>Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EfAhpX_wIBk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rain rain on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It hasn't stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Raining for days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My world is a flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Slowly i become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One with the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But if i can't swim after 40 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And my mind is crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By the crashing waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That i cannot fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up when i'm falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up i'm weak and i'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up i need you to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up and keep me from drowning again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Down pour on my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Splashing in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm losing control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dark sky all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't feel my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Touching the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Calm the storms that drench my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And dry the streams still flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Casting down all waves of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And guilt that overthrow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up-when i'm falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up-i'm weak and i'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up-i need you to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lift me up-and keep me from drowning again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5102242996020656806?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EfAhpX_wIBk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5068291515669296771</id><published>2011-07-02T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:37:09.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas Brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selena Gomez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demi Lovato'/><title type='text'>Send it on</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I6hcPTw_dls?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word's just a word&lt;br /&gt;'Til you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;And love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all gotta give&lt;br /&gt;Yes, something to give&lt;br /&gt;To make a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part, reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light, and send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just smile, and the world&lt;br /&gt;(Just smile, and the world)&lt;br /&gt;Will smile along with you&lt;br /&gt;That small act of love&lt;br /&gt;Is meant for one who will become two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we take the chances&lt;br /&gt;To change circumstances&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all we can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part, reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light, and send it on&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, ooh, send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's power in all&lt;br /&gt;Of the choices we make&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting now&lt;br /&gt;There's not a moment to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word's just word&lt;br /&gt;'Til you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;And love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part, reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine a light, and send it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it on, on and on&lt;br /&gt;Just one hand can heal another&lt;br /&gt;Be a part, reach a heart&lt;br /&gt;Just one spark starts a fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one little action&lt;br /&gt;The chain reaction will help things start&lt;br /&gt;Make it strong&lt;br /&gt;Shine the light, and give it on&lt;br /&gt;Shine the light, and send it on&lt;br /&gt;Shine the light, and send it on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5068291515669296771?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5068291515669296771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5068291515669296771' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5068291515669296771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2011/06/desde-que-llegaste.html' title='Desde que llegaste'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AZHWpipA2A0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7244252838546495293</id><published>2011-06-12T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:07:00.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricky Martin'/><title type='text'>Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p9_Tudgl8KE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terere e e  terere e e (x5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo me siento al fin feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La tristeza no es para mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y que me importa lo que viví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si me regalan el futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No lo quiero sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay no me digas no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si escondes algo dámelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque llego la hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De estar conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pues el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Así lo escribió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si es amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abrázame con ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si no lo es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez será mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estando juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi mundo se llena de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terere e e  terere e e (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me voy de fiesta si quieres ir (quiero ir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De Buenos Aires hasta Madrid (hay, ole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y sin dormirnos pa´ acabar con Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te juro que jamás te vas a arrepentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay no me digas no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si escondes algo dámelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque llego la hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De estar conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pues el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Así lo escribió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si es amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abrázame con ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si no lo es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez será mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estando juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi mundo se llena de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Terere e e  terere e e (x6) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eres tu, dame damelo baby, eres tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor, lo mejor… eres tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suéltate el pelo y juega entre las olas (entre las olas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sobre la arena a la orilla del mar (orilla del mar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prepárate que la noche no perdona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ven que nos vamos, en marcha otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Mañana mañana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Si escondes algo dámelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque llego la hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De estar conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pues el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Así lo escribió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si es amor (amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abrázame con ganas (con ganas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si no lo es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez será mañana (mañana mañana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estando juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi mundo se llena de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woa eres tu woa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(terere terere ee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor, lo mejor, lo mejor de mi vida eres tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dame damelo baby&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/8420258027122280473-7244252838546495293?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7244252838546495293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7244252838546495293' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7244252838546495293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7244252838546495293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2011/06/lo-mejor-de-mi-vida-eres-tu.html' title='Lo mejor de mi vida eres tú'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p9_Tudgl8KE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-98113639997106063</id><published>2011-06-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:06:37.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thalía'/><title type='text'>Olvídame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe style="font-family: arial;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aZvDeKEAnBo?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvídame&lt;br /&gt;Déjalo así&lt;br /&gt;Ya…no hay más&lt;br /&gt;Olvídame&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;Yo cambiaré&lt;br /&gt;De lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdes mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;O si un día fui que&lt;br /&gt;No pienses en nada&lt;br /&gt;Que quizás nunca fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si un día quieres&lt;br /&gt;Acordarte de mi puedes&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bien que nuestra historia&lt;br /&gt;Tatuada se ha quedado ahí en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;No mienten&lt;br /&gt;La locura de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que sabrán si yo te amé&lt;br /&gt;Lo que te amé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si tu lo vez&lt;br /&gt;Después olvídame&lt;br /&gt;Olvídame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no busques donde&lt;br /&gt;Nada encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;Y si escuchas voces&lt;br /&gt;Solo son los ecos&lt;br /&gt;De tu soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdes mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;O si un día fui que&lt;br /&gt;No pienses en nada&lt;br /&gt;Que quizás nunca fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si un día quieres&lt;br /&gt;Acordarte de mi puedes&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bien que nuestra historia&lt;br /&gt;Tatuada se ha quedado ahí en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;No mienten&lt;br /&gt;La locura de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que sabrán si yo te amé&lt;br /&gt;Lo que te amé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me borras tú&lt;br /&gt;Me esfumo yo&lt;br /&gt;Mejor así&lt;br /&gt;Nada pasó&lt;br /&gt;Que todo se consuma en un adiós&lt;br /&gt;En un adiós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si un día quieres&lt;br /&gt;Acordarte de mi puedes&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bien que nuestra historia&lt;br /&gt;Tatuada se ha quedado ahí en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;No mienten&lt;br /&gt;La locura de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que sabrán si yo te amé&lt;br /&gt;Lo que te amé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si tu lo vez&lt;br /&gt;Después olvídame&lt;br /&gt;Olvídame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aZvDeKEAnBo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-828027780105750225</id><published>2010-02-20T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:07:54.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>Vestido Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVh0CrIzJ7M&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVh0CrIzJ7M&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sólo una palabra se hubiera llevado el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;con el beso amargo de aquel licor,&lt;br /&gt;hubiera bastado, mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;sólo una mentira se viene conmigo a pasear.&lt;br /&gt;sentirme querida en aquel abrazo en el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Con el vestido azul que un día conociste&lt;br /&gt;me marcho sin saber si me besaste antes de irte.&lt;br /&gt;te di mi corazón y tú lo regalaste,&lt;br /&gt;te di todo el amor que pude darte y me robaste.&lt;br /&gt;he rasgado mi vestido con una copa de vino,&lt;br /&gt;hoy tu amor corta como el cristal.&lt;br /&gt;En el cielo hay playas donde ves la vida pasar,&lt;br /&gt;donde los recuerdos no hacen llorar:&lt;br /&gt;vienen muy despacio y se van.&lt;br /&gt;sólo una caricia me hubiera ayudado a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;que no eran mis labios los que ahora te hacen soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Con el vestido azul que un día conociste&lt;br /&gt;me marcho sin saber si me besaste antes de irte.&lt;br /&gt;te di mi corazón y tú lo regalaste,&lt;br /&gt;te di todo el amor que pude darte y me robaste.&lt;br /&gt;he rasgado mi vestido con una copa de vino,&lt;br /&gt;hoy tu amor corta como el cristal.&lt;br /&gt;buena suerte en tu camino yo ya tengo mi destino,&lt;br /&gt;con mi sangre escribo este final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-828027780105750225?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/828027780105750225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=828027780105750225' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/828027780105750225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/828027780105750225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2010/02/vestido-azul.html' title='Vestido Azul'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-6987677719722483694</id><published>2009-12-28T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:04:17.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Hot n Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ijr3xFdPaM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ijr3xFdPaM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, PMS&lt;br /&gt;Like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I would know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you over think&lt;br /&gt;Always speak&lt;br /&gt;Crypticly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;That you're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;br /&gt;You're in then you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're up then you're down&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong when it's right&lt;br /&gt;It's black and it's white&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;br /&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;br /&gt;(you) You don't really want to stay, no&lt;br /&gt;(but you) But you don't really want to go-o&lt;br /&gt;You're hot then you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;br /&gt;You're in and you're out&lt;br /&gt;You're up and you're down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like twins&lt;br /&gt;So in sync&lt;br /&gt;The same energy&lt;br /&gt;Now's a dead battery&lt;br /&gt;Used to laugh bout nothing&lt;br /&gt;Now your plain boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know that&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone call the doctor&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of a love bi-polar&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;Can't get off this ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-6987677719722483694?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6987677719722483694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=6987677719722483694' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6987677719722483694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6987677719722483694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot n Cold'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-6385639049529931657</id><published>2009-12-26T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T15:29:58.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Cirré'/><title type='text'>Jamás Me Olvidarás</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPVmh7dxzrA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZPVmh7dxzrA&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanananana....nanananana....nanananana.....nanananana......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no te vuelva a ver,&lt;br /&gt;me llevaras siempre en tu pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;aunque no vuelva a abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;extrañaras las formas de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y aunque hagas 1000 cosas o&lt;br /&gt;te enredes con otras&lt;br /&gt;olvidarme no podras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque agarres tus maletas&lt;br /&gt;para escapar a otro lado del mundo&lt;br /&gt;me llevaras siempre en ellas&lt;br /&gt;pues reemplazarme es tan absurdo&lt;br /&gt;no habra quien te comprenda&lt;br /&gt;quien te quiera de veraz&lt;br /&gt;y olvidarme no podras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= CORO =&lt;br /&gt;AUNQUE TE ENTREGUES A OTRA SIN MEDIDA&lt;br /&gt;Y CREAS QUE ERES TODO SU UNIVERSO&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO TUS LABIOS DESEEN SUS LABIOS&lt;br /&gt;EXTRAÑARAS EL CALOR DE MI BOCA&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO TUS MANOS SE HUNDAN EN SU CUERPO&lt;br /&gt;Y TUS CADERAS TOMEN SU CINTURA&lt;br /&gt;DESCUBRIRAS QUE COMO YO NO HAY OTRA&lt;br /&gt;QUE EQUIVOCADO ESTABAS EL MARCHARTE&lt;br /&gt;Y ENTENDERAS DE UNA VEZ LA FRASE CELEBRE QUE DICE&lt;br /&gt;LA TUVE Y LA DEJE IR, Y DESEARAS REGRESAR&lt;br /&gt;Y HASTA CUANDO ENCIENDAS UN CIGARRO&lt;br /&gt;ME EXTRAÑARAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando quieras estar bien&lt;br /&gt;descubriras que yo era tu equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;cuando quieras convencerte&lt;br /&gt;que es facil no encontrarme en cualquier sitio&lt;br /&gt;volveras a buscarme&lt;br /&gt;desearas encontrarme&lt;br /&gt;y tal vez yo no estare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanananana...... jamas me olvidaras.... anananana....&lt;br /&gt;nanananana......anananananana.....anananananana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-6385639049529931657?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6385639049529931657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=6385639049529931657' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6385639049529931657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6385639049529931657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/12/jamas-me-olvidaras.html' title='Jamás Me Olvidarás'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8630537777569406665</id><published>2009-10-28T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:18:21.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC Talk'/><title type='text'>The Hard Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrB0cI2o_N0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrB0cI2o_N0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: The Hard Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantantes: DC Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people gotta learn the hardway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I'm the kinda guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that has to find out for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to learn the hardway, Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm on my knees and I'm crying for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now i've been high and I've been low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been some places that you will not go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i never thought there would come the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i wished i never would've lived this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i've been searching for a long, long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought the devil was a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i turned my back on everything that was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and wasted years that belong to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took so long for me to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that i'm a victim of nature and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left to myself i realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am the maker of my own demise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you accept me every time and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and never mention just how selfish i've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why must it always take me so long to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that i have fallen but you will forgive me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(repeat chorus 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The warning signs are like flares in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still i proceed my greed is in spite of the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know that's bound to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why is it that i always gotta learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hardway, the hardway, i had to learn the hardway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hardway, the hardway, i had to learn the hardway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8630537777569406665?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8630537777569406665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8630537777569406665' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8630537777569406665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8630537777569406665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-way.html' title='The Hard Way'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1543762657267195406</id><published>2009-10-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:27:56.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2BdR0um2GM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N2BdR0um2GM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Canción: No&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, no intentes disculparte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No juegues a insistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las excusas ya existían antes de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, no me mires como antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hables en plural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La retórica es tu arma más letal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voy a pedirte que no vuelvas más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siento que me duelas todavía aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y que a tu edad sepas bien lo que es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romperle el corazón a alguien así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se puede vivir con tanto veneno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La esperanza que me dio tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No me la dio más nadie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te juro, no miento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se puede vivir con tanto veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se puede dedicar el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A acumular intentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesa más la rabia que el cemento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que no esperes que te espere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Después de mis 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La paciencia se me ha ido hasta los pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y voy deshojando margaritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y mirando sin mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para ver si así, te irritas y te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voy a pedirte que no vuelvas más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siento que me duelas todavía aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y que a tu edad sepas bien lo que es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romperle el corazón a alguien así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se puede vivir con tanto veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La esperanza que me dio tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No me la dio más nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te juro, no miento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se puede morir con tanto veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No se puede dedicar el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A acumular intentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pesa más la rabia que el cemento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1543762657267195406?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1543762657267195406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1543762657267195406' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1543762657267195406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1543762657267195406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3322382133346861279</id><published>2009-10-24T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:49:26.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celine Dion'/><title type='text'>Because you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTxnqUhhlIY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTxnqUhhlIY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Because you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all those times you stood by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the one who held me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never let me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3322382133346861279?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3322382133346861279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=3322382133346861279' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3322382133346861279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3322382133346861279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-you-love-me.html' title='Because you love me'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-4936876155434724668</id><published>2009-10-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:31:14.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Me enamora</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9vYJB3heqA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9vYJB3heqA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción: Me enamora&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Juanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada Blanco en mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se vuelve color con verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y el deseo de tenerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es más fuerte es más fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo quiero que me lleves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tu mano por la senda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y atravesar el bosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que divide nuestras vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay tantas cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que me gustan hoy de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me ames con tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me eleves hasta el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que de mi sea tu alma soñadora .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La esperanza de mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ti mi vida no tiene sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ti mi vida es como un remolino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De cenizas que se van (ooooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volando con el viento…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo no se si te merezco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo sé que aun deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que le des luz a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En los días venideros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leeme muy bien los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te lo digo bien despacio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todo el resto de mis días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser tu compañia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay tantas cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que me gustan hoy de tí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me ames con tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me eleves hasta el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que de mi sea tu alma soñadora .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La esperanza de mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ti mi vida no tiene sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ti mi vida es como un remolino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De cenizas que se van (ooooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me ames con tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que me eleves hasta el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me enamora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que de mi sea tu alma soñadora .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La esperanza de mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ti mi vida no tiene sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin ti mi vida es como un remolino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De cenizas que se van (ooooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volando con el viento…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-4936876155434724668?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4936876155434724668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=4936876155434724668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4936876155434724668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4936876155434724668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-enamora.html' title='Me enamora'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8847630500487680360</id><published>2009-09-18T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:01:07.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>Rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GSgaGVe0Y0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9GSgaGVe0Y0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: La Oreja de Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En Un Día De Estos En Que Suelo Pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vuelve A Ser El Día Menos Pensado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nos Hemos Cruzado, Has Decidido Mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Los Ojitos Azules Que Ahora Van A tu Lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde El Momento En El Que Te Conocí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Presumiendo Con Prisa, Tiempo D Silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Juro Que A Nadie Le He Vuelto A Decir Que Tenemos El Record Del Mundo En Querernos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Estribillo}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por Eso Esperaba Con La Carita Empapada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que Llegaras Con Rosas, Con Mil Rosas Para mí, Porque Ya Sabes Que Me Encantan Esas Cosas Que No Importa Si Es Muy Tonto Soy Así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y Aún Me Parece Mentira Que Se Escape Mi Vida Imaginando Que Vuelves A Pasarte Por Aquí, Donde Los Viernes Cada Tarde Como Siempre, La ESperanza Dice Quieto Y Quizás Si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escapando Una Noche En Un Bostezo De Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Pediste Que Te Diera Un Beso. Con Lo Barato Que Sale Mi Amor ¿Qué Te Cuesta Callarme Con Uno De Esos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasaron Seis Meses Y Me Dijiste Adiós, Fue Un Placer Coincidir en Esta Vida. Ahí Me Quedé Con El Alma En El Corazón, Y En La Otra Excusas Que Ni Tú Entendías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Estribillo}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y Es Que Me Pongo A Pensar Que El Amor Verdadero Es Tan Sólo El Primero. Y Es Que Empiezo A Sospechar Que Los Demás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aaaaaaaammh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Son Sólo Para Olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8847630500487680360?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8847630500487680360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8847630500487680360' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8847630500487680360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8847630500487680360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/rosas.html' title='Rosas'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5181116252594136066</id><published>2009-09-01T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:11:00.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amaia Montero'/><title type='text'>Quiero Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MTgzOTMxNzMyOCZwdD*xMjUxODM5MzQ2NTc4JnA9NDAwODMxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lZGUzMjZhNDFlNDk*YTM4YTFlYjRmMGM5MzUzNmRmMCZvZj*w.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="480" height="291"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x76kfs_amaia-montero-quiero-ser-videoclip_music"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x76kfs_amaia-montero-quiero-ser-videoclip_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="291"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción: Quiero ser&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Amaia Montero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser, una palabra serena y clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser, un alma libre, de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser una emigrante, de tu boca delirante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De deseos que una noche convertiste en mi dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero creer, quiero saber, que dormiré a la verita tuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero esconderme de miedo y mirar de una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los ojos que tiene la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero cantar a la libertad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y caminar cerca del mar, amarradita siempre a tu cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que esta locura de amarte no puede acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por mucho que te entren las dudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de si eres tú el que me hace tan feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser, la que te jure amor eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser, una parada en la estación que lleva tu nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ser el verbo fuego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero andarme sin rodeos, confesarte que una tarde empecé a morir por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero creer, quiero saber, que dormiré a la verita tuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero esconderme de miedo y mirar de una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los ojos que tiene la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero cantar a la libertad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y caminar cerca del mar, amarradita siempre a tu cintura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que esta locura de amarte no puede acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por mucho que te entren las dudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de si eres tú el que me hace tan feliz.&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/8420258027122280473-5181116252594136066?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5181116252594136066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5181116252594136066' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5181116252594136066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5181116252594136066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/09/amaia-montero-quiero-ser-videoclip.html' title='Quiero Ser'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-6482283833821521183</id><published>2009-08-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:55:06.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>Dulce Locura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALYMyHP0aQE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALYMyHP0aQE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La letra de "Dulce Locura" habla de un desamor sobre una persona que lo deja todo y abandona a su pareja, produciendo el suicidio del abandonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El videoclip, rodado de nuevo por "Struendo", fue grabado en "Los Lavaderos", en Toledo, en un antiguo palacio del siglo XII. El videoclip, con tonos más oscuros, trata de La Oreja de Van Gogh tocando en una sala en el que en el estribillo salen plumas a cámara lenta. También en el transcurso del videoclip se puede ver objetos cayendo a cámara lenta, tanto platos y peceras como los artistas, y efectos de sombra. Este video le quitó el primer lugar en algunos países como España, a la canción "Hips don't lie" de Shakira, y recibió muy buenas críticas por su originalidad y efectos especiales."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Dulce Locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: La Oreja de Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendo el inventario de recuerdos de la historia mas bonita que en la vida escuche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendo el guión de la película mas triste y la mas bella que en la vida pude ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendo los acordes, la brillante melodía y la letra que en la vida compondré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia el estreno del momento que en la vida viviré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entiendo que te fueras, y ahora pago mi condena pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no me pidas que quiera vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin tu luna, sin tu sol, sin tu dulce locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me vuelvo pequeña y menuda, la noche te sueña y se burla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te intento abrazar y te esfumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vendo una cámara gastada que captaba la mirada que en la vida grabare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vendo dos entradas caducadas que eran de segunda fila que en la vida romperé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vendo dos butacas reservadas hace siglos y ahora caigo que en la vida me senté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vendo hasta el cartel donde se anuncia el estreno del momento que en la vida viviré entiendo que te fueras, y ahora pago mi condena pero no me pidas que quiera vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin tu luna, sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me vuelvo pequeña y menuda, la noche te sueña y se burla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te intento abrazar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin tu luna sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;llorando como un día de lluvia mi alma despega y te busca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en un viaje un viaje del que no vuelve nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subiré cada noche a buscar a tu luna en mi tejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el recuerdo de un abrazo que me hace tiritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin tu luna sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me vuelvo pequeña y menuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la noche te sueña y se burla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te intento abrazar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin tu luna sin tu sol sin tu dulce locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;llorando como un día de lluvia mi alma despega y te busca en un viaje del que nunca volverá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3357669438983350791</id><published>2009-08-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:11:00.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Mister'/><title type='text'>Broken Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWyeVfuolT4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWyeVfuolT4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción: Broken Wings&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Mr. Mister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, don't understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, no entiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;why we can't just hold on to each other's hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porqué no podemos sencillamente mantener nuestras manos tomadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this time might be the last I fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta vez me temo puede ser la última&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;unless I make it all too clear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a menos que aclare todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need you so (oh)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te necesito tanto (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take these Broken Wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma estas alas rotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and learn to fly again, learn to live so free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aprende a volar otra vez, aprende a vivir tan libre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we hear the voices sing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando escuchemos las voces cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the book of love will open up and let us in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el libro del amor se abrirá y nos dejará entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;take these Broken Wings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toma estas alas rotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, I think tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, creo que esta noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we can take what was wrong and make it right, (mmm)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podemos tomar lo que estaba mal y hacerlo bien, (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;baby, it's all I know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cariño, es todo lo que sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that you're half of the flesh and blood makes me whole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que eres la mitad de carne y sangre me hace completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need you so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te necesito tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So take these Broken Wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que toma estas alas rotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and learn to fly again, learn to live so free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aprende a volar otra vez, aprende a vivir tan libre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when we hear the voices sing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando escuchemos las voces cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The book of love will open up and let us in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el libro del amor se abrirá y nos dejará entrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(ya ya, let us in,let us in)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya, ya déjanos entrar, déjanos entrar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;baby, it's all I know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cariño, es todo lo que sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that you're half of the flesh and blood makes me whole &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que eres la mitad de carne y sangre que me hace completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(ya yaya ya, ya, ya)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya yaya ya, ya ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So take these Broken Wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que toma estas alas rotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and learn to fly again, learn to live so free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aprende a volar otra vez, aprende a vivir tan libre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when we hear the voices sing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando escuchemos a las voces cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the book of love will open up and let us in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el libro del amor se abrirá y nos dejará entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So take these Broken Wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que toma estas alas rotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you got to learn to fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debes aprender a volar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;learn to live love so free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprende a vivir tan libre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;when we hear the voices sing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando escuchemos las voces cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the book of love will open up and let us in (ya,ay, ooh)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el libro del amor se abrirá y nos dejará entrar (ya ya, ooh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción: Africa&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Toto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR THE DRUMS ECHOING TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE HEARS ONLY WHISPERS OF SOME QUIET CONVERSATION&lt;br /&gt;SHES COMING IN, 12:30 FLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;THE MOONLIT WINGS REFLECT THE STARS THAT GUIDE ME TOWARDS SALVATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STOPPED AN OLD MAN ON THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;HOPING TO FIND SOME LONG FORGOTTEN WORDS OR ANCIENT MELODIES&lt;br /&gt;HE TURNED TO ME AS IF TO SAY,&lt;br /&gt;"HURRY BOY, ITS WAITING THERE FOR YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOU&lt;br /&gt;THERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COUUD EVER DO&lt;br /&gt;I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THE THINGS WE NEVER HAD, OOOH&lt;br /&gt;Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WILD DOGS CRY OUT IN THE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;AS THEY GROW RESTLESS LONGING FOR SOME SOLITARY COMPANY&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT I MUST DO WHATS RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;AS SURE AS KILIMANJARO RISES LIKE OLYMPUS ABOVE THE SERANGETTI&lt;br /&gt;I SEEK TO CURE WHATS DEEP INSIDE, FRIGHTENED OF THIS THING THAT IVE BECOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRY BOY, SHES WAITING THERE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOU&lt;br /&gt;THERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DO&lt;br /&gt;I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA, I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA, I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO DO THE THINGS WE NEVER HAD, OOOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encontré una traducción:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCUCHO LOS ECOS DE TAMBORES ESTA NOCHES&lt;br /&gt;PERO ELLA SOLO OYE LOS SUSURROS DE UNA CALLADA CONVERSACIóN&lt;br /&gt;ELLA VIENE EN EL VUELO DE LAS 12:30&lt;br /&gt;LAS ALAS ILUMINADAS POR LA LUNA REFLEJAN LAS ESTRELLAS QUE ME LLEVAN A LA SALVACIóN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DETUVE A UN ANCIANO EN EL CAMINO&lt;br /&gt;ESPERANDO ENCONTRAR PALABRAS OLVIDADAS HACE TIEMPO O ANTIGUAS MELODíAS&lt;br /&gt;SE VOLVIO HACIA MI COMO PARA DECIRME,&lt;br /&gt;“APRESúRATE MUCHACHO, ESTáN ESPERANDO ALLá POR TI”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTARá MUCHO PARA SEPARARME DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY NADA QUE NI CIEN HOMBRES NI MáS PUEDAN HACER&lt;br /&gt;BENDIGO LAS LLUVIAS EN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;TOMAREMOS UN TIEMPO PARA HACER LAS COSAS QUE NUCA HEMOS HECHO&lt;br /&gt;Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS PERROS SALVAJES AúLLAN EN LA NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;MIENTRAS SIN DESCANSO ESPERAN SOLITARIA COMPAñíA&lt;br /&gt;SE QUE DEBO HACER LO CORRECTO&lt;br /&gt;TAN SEGURO COMO EL KILIMANJARO SE LEVANTA EL OLYMPUS SOBRE EL SERANGETTI&lt;br /&gt;BUSCO PARA CURAR LO QUE ESTá PROFUNDAMENTE EN EL INTERIOR, ASUSTADO DE ESTA COSA EN QUE ME HE CONVERTIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRESURATE MUCHACHO, ELLA ESPERA POR TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTARá MUCHO PARA SEPARARME DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO HAY NADA QUE NI CIEN HOMBRES NI MáS PUEDAN HACER&lt;br /&gt;BENDIGO LAS LLUVIAS EN AFRICA, BENDIGO LAS LLUVIAS EN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;BENDIGO LAS LLUVIAS EN AFRICA, BENDIGO LAS LLUVIAS EN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;BENDIGO LAS LLUVIAS EN AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;TOMAREMOS UN TIEMPO PARA HACER LAS COSAS QUE NUCA HEMOS HECHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-571586343896482723?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/571586343896482723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Fabián'/><title type='text'>Otro amor vendrá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfFRwUHKVeA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfFRwUHKVeA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Otro amor vendrá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Lara Fabián&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que decirte&lt;br /&gt;Que vives sólo en mí&lt;br /&gt;En cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Día y noche, así&lt;br /&gt;Y si estoy hablando en vano&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedes comprender&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no importa (no no)&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tengo que creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Si hoy estoy muriendo&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor mejor&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Porque voy a dedicarme&lt;br /&gt;A vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes ser tan falso&lt;br /&gt;Y puedes ser tan cruel&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que moriría&lt;br /&gt;Por que tú me fueras fiel&lt;br /&gt;Y si estoy hablando en vano&lt;br /&gt;Y si estoy hablando mal&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no importa (no no no)&lt;br /&gt;Lo que quiero es terminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Si hoy estoy muriendo&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor mejor&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Porque voy a dedicarme&lt;br /&gt;A vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me voy a engañar&lt;br /&gt;Sé que al final nunca te olvidaré&lt;br /&gt;Pero qué puedo hacer&lt;br /&gt;Debo ser fuerte y luchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Si hoy estoy muriendo&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Será mejor&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Porque voy a dedicarme&lt;br /&gt;A vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo verás&lt;br /&gt;Otro amor vendrá&lt;br /&gt;Ya verás como quiero otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Siento otra vez, vivo otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Y el amor llegará otra vez, otra vez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-602521643753202368?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2335124215433184686</id><published>2009-07-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:26:26.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>Ciega, sordomuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/opoOlBSVRvo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/opoOlBSVRvo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Ciega, sordomuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se me acaba el argumento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y la metodologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada vez que se aparece frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mi tu anatomia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque este amor ya no entiende&lt;br /&gt;de consejos, ni razones&lt;br /&gt;se alimenta de pretextos&lt;br /&gt;y le faltan pantalones&lt;br /&gt;este amor no me permite estar en pie&lt;br /&gt;porque ya hasta me ha quebrado los talones&lt;br /&gt;aunque me levante volvere a caer&lt;br /&gt;si te acercas nada es util&lt;br /&gt;para esta inutil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruta, ciega, sordomuda&lt;br /&gt;torpe, traste, testaruda,&lt;br /&gt;es todo lo que he sido&lt;br /&gt;por ti me he convertido&lt;br /&gt;en una cosa que no hace&lt;br /&gt;otra cosa mas que amarte&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti dia y noche&lt;br /&gt;y no se como olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas veces he intentado&lt;br /&gt;enterrarte en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;y aunque diga ya no mas&lt;br /&gt;es otra vez la misma historia&lt;br /&gt;porque este amor siempre sabe&lt;br /&gt;hacerme respirar profundo&lt;br /&gt;ya me trae por la izquierda&lt;br /&gt;y de pelea con el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera exorcizarme de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;si pudiera escaparme de tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;si pudiera arrancarme el corazon&lt;br /&gt;y esconderme para no sentirme&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruta, ciega, sordomuda&lt;br /&gt;torpe, traste, testaruda,&lt;br /&gt;es todo lo que he sido&lt;br /&gt;por ti me he convertido&lt;br /&gt;en una cosa que no hace&lt;br /&gt;otra cosa mas que amarte&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti dia y noche&lt;br /&gt;y no se como olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojerosa, flaca, fea desgrenada&lt;br /&gt;torpe tonta lenta necia desquiciada&lt;br /&gt;completamente descontrolada&lt;br /&gt;tu te das cuenta y no me dices nada&lt;br /&gt;ves que se me ha vuelto&lt;br /&gt;la cabeza un nido&lt;br /&gt;donde solamente tu tiene asilo&lt;br /&gt;y no me escuchas lo que te digo&lt;br /&gt;mira bien lo que vas a hacer conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruta, ciega, sordomuda&lt;br /&gt;torpe, traste, testaruda,&lt;br /&gt;es todo lo que he sido&lt;br /&gt;por ti me he convertido&lt;br /&gt;en una cosa que no hace&lt;br /&gt;otra cosa mas que amarte&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti dia y noche&lt;br /&gt;y no se como olvidarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2335124215433184686?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2335124215433184686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2335124215433184686' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2335124215433184686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2335124215433184686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/ciega-sordomuda.html' title='Ciega, sordomuda'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-4059042350703466867</id><published>2009-07-14T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:12:26.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yousou N&apos;Dour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neneh Cherry'/><title type='text'>7 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJCXPCi8CRA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJCXPCi8CRA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: 7 Seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Yousou N'Dour &amp;amp; Neneh Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boul ma sene, boul ma guiss madi re nga fokni mane&lt;br /&gt;Khamouma li neka thi sama souf ak thi guinaw&lt;br /&gt;Beugouma kouma khol oaldine yaw li neka si yaw&lt;br /&gt;mo ne si man, li ne si mane moye dilene diapale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;°Neneh Cherry taking over here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughneck and rudeness,&lt;br /&gt;We should be using, on the ones who practice wicked charms&lt;br /&gt;For the sword and the stone&lt;br /&gt;Bad to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Battle is not over&lt;br /&gt;Even when it's won&lt;br /&gt;And when a child is born into this world&lt;br /&gt;It has no concept&lt;br /&gt;Of the tone the skin is living in&lt;br /&gt;It's not a second&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;It's not a second&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;°Youssou N'Dour again, singing in french(translated in english by "The SenSeï");&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-j'assume les raisons qui nous poussent de changer tout,&lt;br /&gt;I assume the reasons that lead us to change everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J'aimerais qu'on oublie leur couleur pour qu'ils esperent&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could forget their color so they can hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beaucoup de sentiments de races qui font qu'ils desesperent&lt;br /&gt;lots of feelings for races which make them lose hope (despair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Je veux les deux mains ouvertes,&lt;br /&gt;I want the two hands opened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Des amis pour parler de leur peine, de leur joie&lt;br /&gt;(and) friends to talk about their sorrow, about their joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pour qu'ils leur filent des infos qui ne divisent pas&lt;br /&gt;so they can give'em infos that do not divide(scatter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Changer&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;°Neneh Cherry as lead vocals henceforth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;It's not a second&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting X3&lt;br /&gt;And when a child is born into this world&lt;br /&gt;It has no concept&lt;br /&gt;Of the tone the skin it´s living in&lt;br /&gt;And there's a million voices&lt;br /&gt;And there's a million voices&lt;br /&gt;To tell you what you should be thinking&lt;br /&gt;So you better sober up for just a second&lt;br /&gt;We´re 7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;It's not a second&lt;br /&gt;We´re 7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;For just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;It's not a second&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds away&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-4059042350703466867?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4059042350703466867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=4059042350703466867' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4059042350703466867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4059042350703466867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-seconds.html' title='7 Seconds'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7420435866475907712</id><published>2009-06-29T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:42:01.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaci Velasquez'/><title type='text'>No hace falta un hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyXbMozzUY4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yyXbMozzUY4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentario en el blog principal... mañana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: No hace falta un hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Jaci Velásquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta un hombre para sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;Que ronca por la noche, y no pueda dormir&lt;br /&gt;Se bien a donde voy y tengo fe en mi&lt;br /&gt;Hace un tiempo atras pensaba que tal vez&lt;br /&gt;Estando junto a el me haria sentir bien&lt;br /&gt;Pero algo me cambio y ya no espero&lt;br /&gt;Que me aprueben o me entiendan&lt;br /&gt;Para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal quiero alguien que me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no viene ya que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No necesito, aunque lo quiera, si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta un hombre que page por mi cena&lt;br /&gt;Pero si tu insistes aqui esta la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Y debes comprender que no es preciso&lt;br /&gt;Que me cuides, o me atiendas&lt;br /&gt;Para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal quiero alguien que me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no viene ya que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un largo camino me queda por descubrir&lt;br /&gt;Y llevo conmigo solo el sentimiento real que crece en mi&lt;br /&gt;Pasa el tiempo me sorprende&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui estoy pisando fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Nada extraño me hace falta para estar feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses mal quiero alguien que me sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;Un amor real y verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Si viene bien y si no viene ya que mas da?&lt;br /&gt;La vida sigue igual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7420435866475907712?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7420435866475907712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7420435866475907712' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7420435866475907712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7420435866475907712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hace-falta-un-hombre.html' title='No hace falta un hombre'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-4836353536657952444</id><published>2009-06-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:39:36.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Delgadillo'/><title type='text'>Ten miedo de mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2dcIr0KPec&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2dcIr0KPec&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción me recuerda mis buenos momentos en la U... bueno, buenos y malos, simplemente es una etapa de la vida que extraño demasiado... mis dos mejores amigos, los paseos, el pool, las escapadas, los bares, la guitarra... aaaaaahhh (suspiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente llevo más de un año de no ver a uno de mis mejores amigos de la U, simplemente sé por lo que me dijo hace meses un vecino de él, que anda de tanda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo, esta canción siempre me recordará a vos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Ten miedo de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Fernando Delgadillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy que llevo en la boca el sabor a vencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Procura tener a la mano un amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que cuide tu frente y tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y que cuide de ti, para ti tus vestidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y a tus pensamientos mantenlos atentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y a mano tu amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La importancia de verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morderte los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De preocupación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Es hoy tan necesaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como verte siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como andar siguiéndote con la cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En la imaginación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque ¿sabes? y si no lo sabes no importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo sé lo que siento, yo sé lo que cortan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Después unos labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esos labios rojos y afilados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y estos puños que tiemblan de rabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando estás contenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que tiemblan de muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si alguien se te acercara a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy procura que aquella ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que mira a la calle en tu cuarto se tenga cerrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque no vaya ser yo el viento de la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y te mida y recorra la piel con mi aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y hasta te acaricie y te deje dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y me meta en tu pecho y me vuelva a salir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y respires de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O me vuelva una estrella y te estreche en mis rayos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y todo por no hacerme un poco de caso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ten miedo de mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y ten miedo de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque no vaya a ser que cansado de verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me meta en tus brazos para poseerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y te arranque las ropas y te bese los pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y te llame mi diosa y no pueda mirarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De frente y te diga llorando después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por favor tenme miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiembla mucho de miedo mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque no puede ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-4836353536657952444?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4836353536657952444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=4836353536657952444' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4836353536657952444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4836353536657952444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten-miedo-de-mi.html' title='Ten miedo de mi'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-4622080092807111322</id><published>2009-06-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:19:33.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquín Sabina'/><title type='text'>Nos sobran los motivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mH20Lkh5pyo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mH20Lkh5pyo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  veces no hay que decir de más, a veces las palabras sobran, a veces no las encontramos, a veces buscamos excusas y otras, solo nos sobran los motivos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: Nos sobran los motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Joaquín Sabina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Este ádios no maquilla un hasta luego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;este nunca no esconde un ojalá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta ceniza no juega con fuego, este ciego no mira para atrás;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;este notario firma lo que escribo, esta letra no la protestaré;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahorrate el 'acuse' del recibo, estas vísperas son las de después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A este ruido tan huérfano de padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no le voy a permitirle que taladre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a un corazón podrido de latir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;este pez ya no muere por tu boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;este loco se va con otra loca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;estos ojos no lloran más por tí."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta sala de espera sin esperanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estas pilas de un timbre que se secó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este helado de fresa de la venganza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta empresa de mudanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Con los muebles del amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta campana muda en el campanario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta mitad partida por la mitad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos besos de Judas, este calvario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este look de presidiario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta cura de humildad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este cambio de acera de tus caderas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estas ganas de nada menos de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este arrabal sin grillos en primavera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni espaldas con cremalleras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni anillos de presumir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta casita de muñecas de alterne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este racimo de pétalos de sal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este huracán sin ojos que lo gobierne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este jueves, este viernes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y el miércoles que vendrá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No abuses de mi inspiración,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No acuses a mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan maltrecho y ajado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que está cerrado por derribo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por las arrugas de mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se filtra la desolación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De saber que estos son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los últimos versos que te escribo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para decir “condios” a los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nos sobran los motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este museo de arcángeles disecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este perro andaluz sin domesticar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este trono de príncipe destronado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta espina de pescado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta ruina de Don Juan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta lágrima de hombre de las cavernas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta horma del zapato de Barba Azúl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qué poco rato dura la vida eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por el túnel de tus piernas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entre Córdoba y Maipú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta guitarra cínica y dolorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Con su terco knock knocking´on heaven´s door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos labios que saben a despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A vinagre en las heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A pañuelo de estación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este ladrón aparcado en tu toga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La rueca de Penélope en Luna Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos celos que sueñan que te desnudan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta caracola viuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin la pianola del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No abuses de mi inspiración,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No acuses a mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan maltrecho y ajado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que está cerrado por derribo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por las arrugas de mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se filtra la desolación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De saber que estos son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los últimos versos que te escribo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para decir “condios” a los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nos sobran los motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-4622080092807111322?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4622080092807111322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=4622080092807111322' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4622080092807111322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4622080092807111322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-sobran-los-motivos.html' title='Nos sobran los motivos'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2957192806397732552</id><published>2009-06-23T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:15:48.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Keys'/><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-J-DUsizDg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-J-DUsizDg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad que Alicia Keys es un éxito y bueno esta canciónno se le queda atrás, porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién  no cree en el karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno es estar en el lado bueno, por eso hay que hacer las cosas bien de lo contrario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción: Karma&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weren't you the one that said, that you don't want me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still you said that love was gone, and that I had to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you, talkin bout a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you, sayin I complete your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you, sayin I'm your everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You confusin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't play with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't play with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was sittin home alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Til 3 o'clock in the morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And explainin to me, like I'm just some kinda fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when it's time to do for me, you never come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you, wanna be a bond of me (eyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you, have so much to say to me (heyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now you, wanna make time for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You confusin me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't play with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't play with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was sittin home alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waitin for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Til 3 o'clock in the morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night after night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowin sumthing goin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wasn't home befo me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You was,you was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord knows it wasn't easy, but believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never thought you'd be the one that would deceived me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And never do wha u was supposed to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No need to hose me fool, cause I'm ova you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause what goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta stop tryin, to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's called Karma baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it goes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes around, comes around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What goes up, must comes down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3516558945663130368</id><published>2009-06-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:25:37.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serrat'/><title type='text'>No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFdcQmrEgCI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TFdcQmrEgCI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una versión con varias mujeres... Serrat sigue siendo genial con sus canciones... al lado de Ana Belén, Concha Velasco y Noa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canción: No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantante: Joan Manuel Serrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por halagarte y para que se sepa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomé papel y lápiz, y esparcí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;las prendas de tu amor sobre la mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buscaba una canción y me perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en un montón de palabras gastadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y no se me ocurre nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enciendo un cigarrillo, y otro más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un día de ésos he de plantearme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muy seriamente dejar de fumar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con esa tos que me entra al levantarme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Busqué, mirando al cielo, inspiración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y me quedé «colgao» en las alturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por cierto, al techo no le iría nada mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;una mano de pintura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miré por la ventana y me fugué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con una niña que iba en bicicleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me distrajo un vecino que también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no hacía más que rascarse la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No hago otra cosa que pensar en ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nada me gusta más que hacer canciones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero hoy las musas han «pasao» de mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andarán de vacaciones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3516558945663130368?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2296430417397420645</id><published>2009-06-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:19:18.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosana'/><title type='text'>Llegaremos a tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kV5PeRIp54&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kV5PeRIp54&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una canción demasiado buena de una cantante igualmente muy buena, Rosana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mensaje que va entre líneas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si te arrancan al niño, que llevamos por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Si te quitan la teta y te cambian de cuento&lt;br /&gt;No te tragues la pena, porque no estamos muertos&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te anclaran las alas, en el muelle del viento&lt;br /&gt;Yo te espero un segundo en la orilla del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Llegarás cuando vayas más allá del intento&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te abrazan las paredes desabrocha el corazón&lt;br /&gt;No permitas que te anuden la respiración&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes aguardando a que pinte la ocasión&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida son dos trazos y un borrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que se rompa la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Que la libertad se quede sin alas&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que haya un día sin mañana&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de que el miedo, te eche un pulso y pueda más&lt;br /&gt;No te rindas no te sientes a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si robaran el mapa del país de los sueños&lt;br /&gt;Siempre queda el camino que te late por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Si te caes te levantas, si te arrimas te espero&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor lento que parado, desabrocha el corazón&lt;br /&gt;No permitas que te anuden la imaginación&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes aguardando a que pinte la ocasión&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida son dos trazos y un borrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que se rompa la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Que la libertad se quede sin alas&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que haya un día sin mañana&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de que el miedo te eche un pulso y pueda más&lt;br /&gt;No te rindas no te sientes a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo pueden contigo, si te acabas rindiendo&lt;br /&gt;Si disparan por fuera y te matan por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Llegarás cuando vayas, más allá del intento&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo pueden contigo, si te acabas rindiendo&lt;br /&gt;Si disparan por fuera y te matan por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Llegarás cuando vayas, más allá del intento&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2296430417397420645?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2296430417397420645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2296430417397420645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2296430417397420645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2296430417397420645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/llegaremos-tiempo.html' title='Llegaremos a tiempo'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8265763938501859362</id><published>2009-06-01T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:34:57.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>El libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/egwwcAMsORQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/egwwcAMsORQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El libro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que distinto parece el mundo al girar,&lt;br /&gt;si sonries sentada en cualquier bar,&lt;br /&gt;conversando sobre la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y entender la vida es ahora por fin,&lt;br /&gt;despertar y solo pensar en ti,&lt;br /&gt;un deseo que me anima a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el libro que te di,&lt;br /&gt;deja secar ese beso junto a ti,&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que el tiempo arrugue,&lt;br /&gt;las hojas del libro que te di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo el cielo nos dejara,&lt;br /&gt;que me arropes con besos de dulce sabor,&lt;br /&gt;a la puerta algun dia llamara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy presiento que el cielo viene a por mi,&lt;br /&gt;viene fiero, no quiere vernos reir,&lt;br /&gt;es un buitre que tengo que combatir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo escribiendo una historia de amor,&lt;br /&gt;y es ahora cuando entiendo el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;que supone tener que decirte adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el libro que te di,&lt;br /&gt;deja secar ese beso junto a ti,&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que el tiempo arrugue,&lt;br /&gt;las horas del libro que te di.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8265763938501859362?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8265763938501859362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8265763938501859362' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8265763938501859362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8265763938501859362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-libro.html' title='El libro'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1263874562040797839</id><published>2009-05-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:13:51.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cranberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irlanda'/><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7WI7FWuFCw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7WI7FWuFCw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada personal... ¿o si?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un mensaje entre líneas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un grupo que me gusta unas de sus canciones sin duda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Cranberries es una banda irlandesa que incursó en varios géneros musicales como el indie, el neo-punk, rock, el pop clásico, al rock alternativo, el soft rock, e incluso en el instrumental y metal o rock pesado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Linger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I thought the world of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I was wrong. I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know I'm such a fool for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1263874562040797839?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1263874562040797839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1263874562040797839' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1263874562040797839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1263874562040797839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8443045948588869499</id><published>2009-05-11T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:24:45.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Nacional'/><title type='text'>Ilusiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Egz1Q0omWC8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Egz1Q0omWC8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editus... Música nacional y de la buena... buenísima... y con mensaje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8443045948588869499?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8443045948588869499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8443045948588869499' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8443045948588869499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8443045948588869499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ilusiones.html' title='Ilusiones'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-9068173644344500816</id><published>2009-04-28T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:31:45.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxette'/><title type='text'>Wish I could fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/moaO7f6-tws&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/moaO7f6-tws&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;En momentos como hoy Roxette es una excelente idea de música por escuchar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet no funciona bien... You Tube no le da la gana de ver el video que deseo... "el video no está disponible en su país"... así que se va sin letra y con cólera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-9068173644344500816?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/9068173644344500816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=9068173644344500816' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/9068173644344500816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/9068173644344500816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-i-could-fly.html' title='Wish I could fly'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8261556683251876204</id><published>2009-04-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:07:15.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaquín Sabina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='España'/><title type='text'>¿Quién me ha robado el mes de abril?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWVNk5yJ2aI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWVNk5yJ2aI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;Para completar los posts de hoy... Sabina, me gusta, me trae recuerdos y bueno de paso estamos en Abril...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Quién me ha robado el mes de abril?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En la posada del fracaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde no hay consuelo ni ascensor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El desamparo y la humedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comparten colchón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y cuando por la calle pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La vida como un huracán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El hombre del traje gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saca un sucio calendario del bolsillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y grita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quién me ha robado el mes de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cómo pudo sucederme a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quién me ha robado el mes de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo guardaba en el cajón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde guardo el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La chica de BUP casi todas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las asignaturas suspendió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El curso que preñada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquel chaval la dejó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y cuando en la pizarra pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lista el profe de latín&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lágrimas de desamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruedan por las páginas de un bloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en el escribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quíen me ha robado el mes de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cómo pudo sucederme a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero, quién me ha robado el mes de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo guardaba en el cajón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde guardo el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El marido de mi madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En el último tren se marchó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Con una peluquera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veinte años menor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y cuando exhiben esas risas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De instamatic en París&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Derrotada en el sillón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se marchita viendo Falconcrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi vieja, y piensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quién me ha robado el mes de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cómo pudo sucederme a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quién me ha robado el mes de abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo guardaba en el cajón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde guardo el corazón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8261556683251876204?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8261556683251876204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8261556683251876204' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8261556683251876204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8261556683251876204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/quien-me-ha-robado-el-mes-de-abril.html' title='¿Quién me ha robado el mes de abril?'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3126094466917781434</id><published>2009-04-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:47:48.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reyli'/><title type='text'>Desde que llegaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdm3qJASG5I&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdm3qJASG5I&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;Desde que vi esta película puedo decir que me encantó y bueno la canción es un éxito... si si, a ratos se me sale el lado cursi y romántico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción y otras de Reyli son geniales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay que agregar más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde que llegaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde que llegaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no me quema el frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me hierve la sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oigo mis latidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde que llegaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ser feliz es mi vicio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contemplar la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi mejor oficio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No te prometo amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porque no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soy tripulante de una nube, aventurero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un cazador de mariposas cuando te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y resumido en tres palabras cuanto te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuanto te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde que llegaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nada esta podrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se marcho la duda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me abrazo un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde que llegaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no hay mejor motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para despertarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para sentirme vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No te prometo amor eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porque no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soy tripulante de una nube, aventurero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un cazador de marioposas cuando te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y resumido en tres palabras cuanto te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuanto te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuanto te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ara baba baba sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3126094466917781434?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3126094466917781434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=3126094466917781434' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3126094466917781434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3126094466917781434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/desde-que-llegaste.html' title='Desde que llegaste'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3559676272919309139</id><published>2009-04-07T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:30:14.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Quinta Estación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='España'/><title type='text'>Tu peor error</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhCLctaIMY4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhCLctaIMY4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;La Quinta Estación, un grupo que tiene piezas que han pegado bastante... me gusta... otro grupo español... no tengo más que agregar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu peor error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hace tiempo que comento con la almohada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que tal vez si para ti soy una carga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hace tiempo que ya no le creo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y he notado tu sonrisa algo cansada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Con los días se amontonan los momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que perdimos por tratar de ser sinceros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aunque no me creas creo que aun te creo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aunque no me quieras creo que aun te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y yo, perdida entre la confusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no saber si, si o si no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voy esquivando tus miradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo, que he sido tu peor error,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me quedo con la sensación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no tener las cosas claras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He tocado con la punta de los dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese cielo que prometes con tus besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como un niño me creí todos tus cuentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aunq tu me entiendas yo ya no te entiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo quedan los recuerdos de ese invierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que pasamos enterrando sentimientos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aunque no me creas creo que aun te creo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y aunque no me quieras creo que aun te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y yo, perdida entre la confusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no saber si, si o si no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voy esquivando tus miradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo, que he sido tu peor error,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me quedo con la sensación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no tener las cosas claras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No he sido yo, lo amargo de tu voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La mala entre nosotros dos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y no pasa nada, si apago la luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y busco y no estas tú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si el tiempo no nos dijo adiós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y todo se acaba, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y yo, perdida entre la confusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no saber si, si o si no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voy esquivando tus miradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo, que he sido tu peor error,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me quedo con la sensación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De no tener las cosas claras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3559676272919309139?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3559676272919309139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=3559676272919309139' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3559676272919309139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3559676272919309139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/04/tu-peor-error.html' title='Tu peor error'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5348837833467551866</id><published>2009-03-25T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:30:29.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='España'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Puedes contar conmigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mfwhJUHXZ4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mfwhJUHXZ4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;Otra buena canción del grupo español de La Oreja de Van Gogh... y de paso, dedicada a un amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puedes contar conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Un café con sal. Ganas de llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi mundo empezando a temblar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;presiento que se acerca el final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No quiero ganar. Ahora eso qué más da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estoy cansada ya de inventar excusas que no saben andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y sólo quedarán los buenos momentos de ayer que fueron de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y hoy sólo quiero creer …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que recordarás las tardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de invierno por Madrid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La vida pasaba y yo sentía que me iba a morir de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;al verte esperando en mi portal sentado en el suelo sin pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que puedes contar conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca hubo maldad. Sólo ingenuidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretendiendo hacernos creer que el mundo estaba a nuestros pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando el sueño venga a por mí en silencio voy a construir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;una vida a todo color donde vivamos juntos los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y sólo quedarán los buenos momentos de ayer que fueron de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y hoy sólo quiero creer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que recordarás las tardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; de invierno por Madrid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La vida pasaba y yo sentía que me iba a morir de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;al verte esperando en mi portal sentado en el suelo sin pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que puedes contar conmigo para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y no puedo evitar echarte de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mientras das la mano a mi tiempo y te vas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo siento que quiero verte y verte y pienso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que recordarás las tardes de invierno por Madrid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La vida pasaba y yo sentía que me iba a morir de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;al verte esperando en mi portal sentado en el suelo sin pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que puedes contar conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que recordarás las tardes de invierno por Madrid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La vida se pasa y yo me muero, me muero por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5348837833467551866?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5348837833467551866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5348837833467551866' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5348837833467551866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5348837833467551866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/03/puedes-contar-conmigo.html' title='Puedes contar conmigo'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8250557318881173133</id><published>2009-03-23T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:50:41.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='España'/><title type='text'>Tu nombre me sabe a hierba</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IOqGafy5wE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IOqGafy5wE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Otra buena canción de Serrat... en una película española... cuando aún era joven pero su música como siempre un éxito rotundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Porque te quiero a ti... porque te quiero..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu nombre me sabe a hierba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cerré mi puerta una mañana y eché a andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dejé los montes y me vine al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu nombre me sabe a hierba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De la que nace en el valle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A golpes de sol y de agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu nombre me lleva atado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En un pliege de tu talle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en el bies de tu enagua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunque estás lejos yo te siento a flor de piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se hace mas corto el camino aquel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu nombre me sabe a hierba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De la que nace en el valle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A golpes de sol y de agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu nombre me lleva atado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En un pliege de tu talle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y en el bies de tu enagua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi voz se rompe como el cielo al clarear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dejo esos montes y me vengo al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8250557318881173133?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-139553774351131020</id><published>2009-03-18T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:19:55.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amaia Montero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZArhGKxa1Qc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZArhGKxa1Qc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Una buena cantante española... antigua integrante del excelente grupo de La Oreja de Van Gogh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debo contarte que quiero contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que ando loca buscando una isla en el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde olvidarme del bien de tu mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De tu cara bonita y ponerme a pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que la razon es un algo que ya no me importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sera que tenia que pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que estoy cansada de oirme gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He colgado los guantes que no aguanto mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero clavarte una flecha en tu alma malvada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirarte a la cara, decir de que nunca encontrare la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando un amor que me diga que soy verdadera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando una forma de amar siempre a mi manera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando una luz en tu cara tan deseperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando rogandole a Dios cada noche que nunca te vayas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando la voz que me diga que hoy es primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando los cuatro segundos que ya no me quedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que hay tantas cosas que quiero saber y  no encuentro respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que aun es posible que algun dia que lo consiga sin darte cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debo contarte que quiero contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que hace tiempo que ya me da igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que le regales tu boca a cualquier niña tonta que quiera pillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que echo de menos a mi libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que ha salido muy caro el precio a pagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que tu momento de gloria acabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que ahora me toca a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que esto ya se acabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero clavarte una flecha en tu alma malvada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirarte a la cara, decir de que nunca encontrare la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando un amor que me diga que soy verdadera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando una forma de amar siempre a mi manera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando una luz en tu cara tan deseperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando rogandole a Dios cada noche que nunca te vayas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando la voz que me diga que hoy es primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ando buscando los cuatro segundos que ya no me quedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que hay tantas cosas que quiero saber y  no encuentro respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que aun es posible que algun dia que lo consiga sin darte cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-139553774351131020?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/139553774351131020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=139553774351131020' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/139553774351131020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/139553774351131020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/03/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1688229218378218197</id><published>2009-03-11T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:43:43.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><title type='text'>Jueves</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_vbVn1EnSA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_vbVn1EnSA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Hoy cae miércoles pero fue un jueves hace cinco años...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compuesta en memoria del &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11-M&lt;/span&gt; de la Oreja de Van Gogh... un tema excelente sencillamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No os olvidaremos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No hay nada más que agregar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1688229218378218197?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1688229218378218197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1688229218378218197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1688229218378218197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1688229218378218197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/03/jueves.html' title='Jueves'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1531278664756899399</id><published>2009-03-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:55:41.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Oreja de Van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='España'/><title type='text'>Inmortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSamfsq_pcU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSamfsq_pcU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Oreja de Van Gogh...  como lo expresé en mi blog de Aroma de Café... uno de los grupos españoles que me encantan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción me encanta... sus letras están en el header de mi otro blog ¿Qué quieres que te cuente?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí no podía faltar su video... y bueno su letra completa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inmortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo aquí bajo el vestido bien escondiditos tus besos malditos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariposas que el alba de regreso a casa se venían conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo tengo aquí bajo la cama cada madrugada que la deshicimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo tantas cosas y ninguna está en su sitio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo aquí dentro de un vaso la primera ola de aquella mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo en uno de mis rizos el ritmo del tango que siempre bailabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo tengo escrito en un suspiro aquellas palabras que nunca dijimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo tantas cosas y ninguna está en su sitio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Después de ti entendí que el tiempo no hace amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que corto fue el amor y que largo el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré tu luz, seré un disfraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una farola que se encienda al pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cualquier mariposa, la estrella polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que viene sola y muy solita se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré el sabor de un beso en el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un viejo proverbio sobre cómo olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré inmortal porque yo soy tu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo aquí bajo mi almohada tu fotografía frente a santa clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dice más que mil palabras y yo le contesto que también te amaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo tengo abierta la ventana porque así se escapa el tiempo sin verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo tantas cosas tengo todas en mi mente sin verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Después de ti entendí que el tiempo no hace amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que corto fue el amor y que largo el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré tu luz, seré un disfraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una farola que se encienda al pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cualquier mariposa, la estrella polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que viene sola y muy solita se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré el sabor de un beso en el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un viejo proverbio sobre cómo olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré inmortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré ese lunar que adorne tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una paloma cerca de donde estés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un golpe de suerte el café de las tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alguna mirada que te haga enloquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré la voz que avise del tren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un presentimiento de que todo irá bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seré inmortal seré inmortal seré inmortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque yo soy tu destino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1531278664756899399?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1531278664756899399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1531278664756899399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1531278664756899399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1531278664756899399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2009/03/inmortal.html' title='Inmortal'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5788432632385919634</id><published>2009-02-15T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:12:38.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serrat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><title type='text'>Mediterráneo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcEiwtCvi10&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GcEiwtCvi10&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Un video bastante viejo pero muy bueno para recordar inicios de un cantante genial... historia de una canción buenísima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Que viva la música española! Me encanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto de Joan Manuel Serrat para una edición mexicana del disco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«Se hace difícil ser objetivo cuando uno tiene que hablar de algo de lo que es arte y parte, pero con franqueza y musicalmente hablando pocos momentos en mi vida fueron tan afortunados como aquellos en los que la inspiración y el trabajo me llevaron a poner un pañuelo blanco sobre la silla azul de aquel mar que de niño me contaba hermosas historias sobre sus rodillas y de mayor me prestó su nombre para una canción y para un disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A estas alturas del partido, después del largo camino compartido creo que se merecen ustedes como leales cómplices que son y han sido, que les cuente algunas intimidades de este trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Sabía usted que la canción 'Mediterráneo' tuvo un primer título que era: 'Amo al mar' y un segundo titulo provisional que fue: 'Hijo del Mediterráneo'..?  Claro que no lo sabía. ¿Cómo lo iba usted a saber si yo me acabo de enterar ahora mismo, revisando unos papeles del verano de 1971?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por la misma razón, tampoco debía saber que 'Pueblo Blanco' empezó siendo un intento de retrato de una muchacha a la que llamaban 'María la Negra' porque era hija de un tal 'Pedro el Negro'. Ya ven, del negro al blanco. En fin que uno tal vez sepa donde empieza pero nunca sabe donde termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mediterráneo es un puñado de canciones que se escribieron entre agosto y noviembre de 1971 en Calella de Palafrugell (Girona), Fuenterrabía (Guipúzcoa) y Cala d'Or (Mallorca). Siempre junto al mar.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mediterráneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra y Música de J.M. Serrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quizá porque mi niñez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigue jugando en tu playa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y escondido tras las cañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duerme mi primer amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;llevo tu luz y tu olor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por donde quiera que vaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y amontonado en tu arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guardo amor, juegos y penas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que en la piel tengo el sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amargo del llanto eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que han vertido en ti cien pueblos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de Algeciras a Estambul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para que pintes de azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sus largas noches de invierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fuerza de desventuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu alma es profunda y oscura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A tus atardeceres rojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se acostumbraron mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como el recodo al camino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soy cantor, soy embustero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me gusta el juego y el vino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo alma de marinero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué le voy a hacer, si yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nací en el MEDITERRÁNEO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nací en el MEDITERRÁNEO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y te acercas, y te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;después de besar mi aldea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jugando con la marea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te vas, pensando en volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eres como una mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfumadita de brea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que se añora y que se quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que se conoce y se teme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si un día para mi mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viene a buscarme la parca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empujad al mar mi barca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con un levante otoñal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y dejad que el temporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desguace sus alas blancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y a mí enterradme sin duelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entre la playa y el cielo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En la ladera de un monte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;más alto que el horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero tener buena vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi cuerpo será camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le daré verde a los pinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y amarillo a la genista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cerca del mar. Porque yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nací en el MEDITERRÁNEO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nací en el MEDITERRÁNEO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nací en el MEDITERRÁNEO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomado de &lt;a href="http://www.capitalemocional.com/"&gt;aquí&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5788432632385919634?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5788432632385919634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5788432632385919634' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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Doble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Nacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Tu y Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRUzbsZ2RHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRUzbsZ2RHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Primera agrupación nacional que me encantó... me cautivó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba a sus conciertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberto, un ex pretendiente y compañero de mi mejor amiga Karla me lo regaló para un cumpleaños... me lo compró en Tortuguero... aún lo tengo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos recuerdos... lástima la separación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TU Y YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abre las puertas&lt;br /&gt;es tu casa&lt;br /&gt;que bueno verte en el centro de este sol&lt;br /&gt;abrazándonos los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo (coro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siento tu cuerpo en el limbo&lt;br /&gt;teletransportarte al olimpo&lt;br /&gt;a un lugar&lt;br /&gt;donde matizar tu realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo (coro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de compartir nuestra piel&lt;br /&gt;casi tienes mi olor&lt;br /&gt;puedo intuir tu llegar&lt;br /&gt;de lo cerca que estás&lt;br /&gt;y esto solo pasa entre tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo (coro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1296902228788533159?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2045481692806329371</id><published>2008-12-15T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:07:07.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enigma'/><title type='text'>TNT For the Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9ehk0VTRTc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9ehk0VTRTc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Enigma desde que lo descubrí gracias a Leo en Vértigo... mmmm que recuerdos jejejeje... desde entonces me ha encantado... recuerdo que me dió el disco de LSD Love Sensuality Devotion y el de La Ley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción es la que siempre me encantó del disco... me trae excelentes recuerdos y este grupo es simplemente genial al igual que Era...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2045481692806329371?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2045481692806329371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2045481692806329371' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Películas'/><title type='text'>Colors of the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkV-of_eN2w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkV-of_eN2w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Recordaba hace pocos minutos una de mis películas infantiles preferidas... no la favorita... esa es otra pero quise dejar la canción que siempre tuvo un buen mensaje... al menos para mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5464773686786640066</id><published>2008-11-25T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:03:25.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yves Larock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Rica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conciertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electrónica'/><title type='text'>Rise Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCPx4x_YCJE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCPx4x_YCJE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Para ponernos en onda con lo que viene el fin de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5464773686786640066?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5464773686786640066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5464773686786640066' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5464773686786640066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5464773686786640066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/11/rise-up.html' title='Rise Up'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7960657612738290497</id><published>2008-11-11T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:52:18.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniela Mercury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='911'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TicoBloggers'/><title type='text'>Cada vez que te veo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SRuyaekj-nI/AAAAAAAAA64/zW_8rnLiMnA/s1600-h/daniela_mercury_cd_dvd_bale_mulato_ao_vivo__001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SRuyaekj-nI/AAAAAAAAA64/zW_8rnLiMnA/s400/daniela_mercury_cd_dvd_bale_mulato_ao_vivo__001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268000357092686450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción sonaba mientra comentaba el post de mi colega querido... y sin duda debía ponerla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canción la escuché en 911... y me encantó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿qué más?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que no hay nada más que agregar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Me acuerdo de esos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;Con la cerveza a litro mirando&lt;br /&gt;La puesta del sol&lt;br /&gt;El escritorio y una mesa&lt;br /&gt;Colocado en la vereda&lt;br /&gt;Se juntaban los amigos&lt;br /&gt;A discutir la situacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beira mar vamo nalaeba&lt;br /&gt;Beira mar vamo nalaeba&lt;br /&gt;...Avamauemamuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;La noche se transforma&lt;br /&gt;En una serie de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Casi pura ilusion&lt;br /&gt;Repitiendo los mismos cuentos&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando siento&lt;br /&gt;La brisa de esa playa flameando&lt;br /&gt;Mi pantalon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bera mar vamo nalaeba&lt;br /&gt;Bera mar vamo nalaeba&lt;br /&gt;Bera mar vamo nalaeba&lt;br /&gt;...Avamauemamuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te veo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7960657612738290497?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7960657612738290497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7960657612738290497' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Esta canción de Belanova me recuerda a una amiga, Katty... llevo más de un año de no verla pero ahora que estaba acomodando el desorden musical de la compu pues dí con varias piezas de este grupo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosa Pastel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si yo queria ser esa mujer&lt;br /&gt;la madre de tus hijos&lt;br /&gt;y juntos caminar hacia el altar&lt;br /&gt;directo hacia la muerte&lt;br /&gt;y al final ni hablar&lt;br /&gt;los dos nos destruimos&lt;br /&gt;y al final que tal&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo ya no existimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No quiero ser esa mujer&lt;br /&gt;ella se fue a un abismo&lt;br /&gt;y tu&lt;br /&gt;no eres aquel que prometió&lt;br /&gt;seria mi súper héroe, y que&lt;br /&gt;todo acabo, no queda mas&lt;br /&gt;seremos dos extraños, yo&lt;br /&gt;te olvidare, me olvidaras&lt;br /&gt;hasta nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y donde quedo , ese botón&lt;br /&gt;que lleva a la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;luna de miel, rosa pastel&lt;br /&gt;clichés y tonterías&lt;br /&gt;y al final ni hablar&lt;br /&gt;los dos nos destruimos&lt;br /&gt;y al final que tal&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo ya no existimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No quiero ser esa mujer&lt;br /&gt;ella se fue a un abismo&lt;br /&gt;y tu&lt;br /&gt;no eres aquel que prometió&lt;br /&gt;seria mi superheroe, y que&lt;br /&gt;todo acabo, no queda mas&lt;br /&gt;seremos dos extraños, yo&lt;br /&gt;te olvidare, me olvidaras&lt;br /&gt;hasta nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Ta..ta..ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3335108299036520088?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3335108299036520088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;La verdad buscaba otro video de esta cantautora que siempre me llamó la atención... su muerte la sentí pues en ese momento era cuando más era su fan... desempolvando los CDs me encontré unas canciones... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor en tus ojos&lt;/span&gt; es la que iba a buscar pero sin éxito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que este fue uno de los últimos videos antes de morir por el cáncer de mama que le habían diagnosticado en el año 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Seria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quizás no fué el tiempo ni fué el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no tiene lógica el argumento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a veces la vida es así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan cerca estuvimos alma con alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu piel con mi piel quemó toda la calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aún no pudimos concebir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que el hecho de no actuar y no abrazar lo que era nuestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fué el error que viviré para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que hubiera sido de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si ese día no te hubiera dejado partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;besar tus labios cada amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poder perderme cada noche en tu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por culpa del miedo o del abandono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinceramente no sabía como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apostar un beso contra la eternidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quizás soy la culpable de este destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y sé que hoy no haría lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no te dejaría escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el hecho de no actuar y no abrazar lo que era nuestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fué el error que viviré para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que hubiera sido de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si ese día no te hubiera dejado partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;besar tus labios cada amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poder perderme cada noche en tu querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soñar sin sentir dudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respirar sin desesperación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jamás preguntar quizás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cómo sería. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2542457402465997512?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2542457402465997512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2542457402465997512' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2542457402465997512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2542457402465997512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-sera.html' title='Como sería'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, una etapa de mi vida la pasé escuchando mucha música en inglés y de cantantes cristianos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desempolvé los CD´s que hace AÑOSSSS no escucho entre ellos dos de Amy Grant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta pieza me encanta... me recuerda a... si si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que rico que es el amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_For_Me"&gt;Good for me&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You like to dance and listen to the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like to sing with the band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You like your hands splashing in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I like my feet on the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does anybody have it any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it easy to see just how well we fit together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I start to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You pull out my dancing shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you could be so good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get brave when I get shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you could be so good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You like to drive like Mario Andretti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like it taking my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But let me say wherever you are going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know it suits me just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does anybody have it any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isn't it easy to see just how well we fit together? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I start to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You pull out my dancing shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you could be so good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get brave when I get shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you could be so good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could be so good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could be so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could be so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could be so good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get brave when I get shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could be so good for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good for me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good for me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I want to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good for me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh when I want to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good for me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You could be so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good for me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I want to sing the blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good for me baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D. El hombre del video me encantaba de pequeña... ahora le encuentro el parecido a un amigo que me gustaba mucho mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;!--googleoff: snippet--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2194060577888069075?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2194060577888069075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2194060577888069075' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2194060577888069075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2194060577888069075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-for-me.html' title='Good for me'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-6266102953367157002</id><published>2008-11-06T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:32:04.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roxette'/><title type='text'>Spending My Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrD1hjjex5Y&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrD1hjjex5Y&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;Una pieza de este grupo que sacó muy buenas canciones sin duda... no creo haber dejado la letra de las anteriores canciones pero creo que lo seguiré haciendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I get up and make myself some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I try to read a bit but the storys too thin.&lt;br /&gt;I thank the lord above&lt;br /&gt;Youre not here to see me in this shape Im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so small,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you think of me too.&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to call but I dont know what to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I leave a kiss on your answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me please,&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who can make me&lt;br /&gt;Wake up from this dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so small,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you are missing me too.&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun go down.&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of tears of a clown,&lt;br /&gt;A prayer gone blind.&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep telling me:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, life will go on,&lt;br /&gt;Time will make sure Ill get over you.&lt;br /&gt;This silly game of love -&lt;br /&gt;You play, you win only to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so small,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you think of me too.&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun go down.&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of tears of a clown,&lt;br /&gt;A prayer gone blind.&lt;br /&gt;Im spending my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-6266102953367157002?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6266102953367157002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=6266102953367157002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6266102953367157002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6266102953367157002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/11/spending-my-time.html' title='Spending My Time'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-4450133884263043176</id><published>2008-11-05T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:38:44.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jazz Café'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malpaís'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Nacional'/><title type='text'>Boceto Para Esperanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwS2wu2v0LA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwS2wu2v0LA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Uno de los pocos videos buenos que se pueden encontrar en You Tube que valgan la pena de Malpaís... este grupo nacional me ENCANTA... tengo pendiente comprar sus discos... como dijo la Purple: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"apoyar la música nacional"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Jazz Café rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-4450133884263043176?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4450133884263043176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8458221955517985850</id><published>2008-11-04T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:24:31.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shania Twain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Codicia'/><title type='text'>Ka-Ching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I42c6RP04xU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I42c6RP04xU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;una de mis cantantes favoritas... sin duda... Ka-Ching... el nombre viene por el sonido que hacen las máquinas registradoras... ponga atención la próxima vez jaja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"La canción habla acerca de la codicia en la vida cotidiana de personas comunes. El verso que dice &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All we ever want is more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8458221955517985850?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8458221955517985850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8458221955517985850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8458221955517985850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8458221955517985850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6QnIVo0IKI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Esta canción la escuché hace tiempo en 911 y desde entonces me ha gustado... nunca me imaginé que la canción tuviera este video jejej pero me gusta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7253094972912991593?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7253094972912991593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7253094972912991593' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7253094972912991593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7253094972912991593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/11/quireme-mucho.html' title='Quiéreme Mucho'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7227123440336091635</id><published>2008-11-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:31:53.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Pausini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juanes'/><title type='text'>Mi Canto Libre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7EaQhTzoSM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7EaQhTzoSM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Laura Pausini me encanta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juanes me gusta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción en italiano es un éxito pero se las dejo en español... no es el video original pero están muy bonitas las imágenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la disfruten...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7227123440336091635?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7227123440336091635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7227123440336091635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7227123440336091635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7227123440336091635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-canto-libre.html' title='Mi Canto Libre'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7119161327112582507</id><published>2008-10-31T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:39:00.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightwish'/><title type='text'>Bye, Bye Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTdhXxxWREo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTdhXxxWREo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Esta agrupación me encanta... así como Evanescense...  Esta pieza es dedicada a la vocalista que se fue... no la que canta en este video jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que si me dá colera es que no encuentro esta pieza para bajarla sin que salga un tipo diciendo en medio de la pieza... "You are listening to the new song... bla bla..."&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7119161327112582507?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7119161327112582507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7119161327112582507' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7119161327112582507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7119161327112582507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-bye-beautiful.html' title='Bye, Bye Beautiful'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5439722497201335214</id><published>2008-10-30T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:53:00.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Bring me to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOzyltPGiEY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOzyltPGiEY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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;Siguiendo en la nota de las dedicatorias del mismo amigo... y del excelente grupo que es para mi Evanescense... aquí está esta otra buena piensa y buen video... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para los que quiere ver más o menos como va la letra, esta viene subtitulada en español...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5439722497201335214?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5439722497201335214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5439722497201335214' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5439722497201335214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5439722497201335214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring me to life'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-6040810224726271038</id><published>2008-10-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:13:58.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicadas'/><title type='text'>Lithium</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4aiH0AiXBE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4aiH0AiXBE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción me la dedicaron en esta semana... jejeje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-6040810224726271038?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/6040810224726271038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=6040810224726271038' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6040810224726271038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/6040810224726271038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/lithium.html' title='Lithium'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8733342006010834824</id><published>2008-10-26T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:34:23.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandi Carlile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL Heroe'/><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SQSb_X5fzyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Mh4Y9JgQujQ/s1600-h/brandi_carlile_-_the_story_-_%282007%29-frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SQSb_X5fzyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Mh4Y9JgQujQ/s400/brandi_carlile_-_the_story_-_%282007%29-frontal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261501777724821282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es un aporte de &lt;a href="http://elchapui.ticoblogger.com/"&gt;El Heroe&lt;/a&gt; ejejejej que le recordó la canción de María Pretiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como You Tube desabilitó poner el video les dejo la dirección para que vayan a verla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gnP7ZFPSPE"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8733342006010834824?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SQSb_X5fzyI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Mh4Y9JgQujQ/s72-c/brandi_carlile_-_the_story_-_%282007%29-frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7051417569507961831</id><published>2008-10-25T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T06:31:25.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aterciopelados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><title type='text'>El Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvG8sngdwuw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvG8sngdwuw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el blog de &lt;a href="http://reflexionesdeunamentetica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflexiones&lt;/a&gt; puse otra canción de esta agrupación... Aterciopelados... siempre me han gustado sus canciones y bueno aproveché para subir otra... aquí se las dejo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7051417569507961831?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7051417569507961831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7051417569507961831' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7051417569507961831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7051417569507961831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-album.html' title='El Album'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1972393323307898284</id><published>2008-10-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:15:07.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mónica Naranjo'/><title type='text'>Sobreviviré</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhTUT_Kqb0w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhTUT_Kqb0w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este video fue recomendación de la Purple... jajajaja ¿MaJo? jajajajja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues aquí lo dejo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1972393323307898284?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1972393323307898284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1972393323307898284' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1972393323307898284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1972393323307898284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/sobrevivir.html' title='Sobreviviré'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-922944378135400759</id><published>2008-10-23T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:19:34.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>A kissed a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLxs-sBoxg4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qLxs-sBoxg4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción la subo porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ayer todos en el trabajo la andaban tarareando...&lt;br /&gt;2. Me recomendaron el disco donde viene esa canción...&lt;br /&gt;3. Baje el disco completo y aún no lo escucho jejej...&lt;br /&gt;4. En Chatango el Conejito Gris la tarareaba aunque dice que es estúpida... jejeje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-922944378135400759?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/922944378135400759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=922944378135400759' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/922944378135400759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/922944378135400759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/kissed-girl.html' title='A kissed a Girl'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2896760262632756576</id><published>2008-10-22T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:41:51.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalia Lafourcade'/><title type='text'>Amarte Duele</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FHbfxEd4VE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FHbfxEd4VE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaba buscando otra pieza de ella que sonó en la obra de teatro que ví el domingo pero no la encontré... pero encontré esta... pensé ponerla como imagen de algún tema de &lt;a href="http://reflexionesdeunamentetica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflexiones de una mente peligrosa&lt;/a&gt; pero como el divino no me ha inspirado en ese tema mejor la dejo por aquí...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2896760262632756576?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2896760262632756576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2896760262632756576' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2896760262632756576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2896760262632756576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/amarte-duele.html' title='Amarte Duele'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2077593115975491525</id><published>2008-10-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:00:23.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chenoa'/><title type='text'>Absurda Cenicienta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9JM83S30Rw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B9JM83S30Rw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo razón real para que me guste esta canción pero Chenoa me parece una buena cantante... esta pieza como que la canta desde adentro jejeje... la encontré cuando buscaba información sobre la Anorexia y Bulimia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro porque sale como una "princesa" fue que me llegó el video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí lo dejo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2077593115975491525?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2077593115975491525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2077593115975491525' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2077593115975491525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2077593115975491525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/10/absurda-cenicienta.html' title='Absurda Cenicienta'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7350378485325069980</id><published>2008-08-21T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:28:06.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bananarama'/><title type='text'>Venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCZb5Z29n34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCZb5Z29n34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo tiempo sin publicar aquí pero bueno ahora serán videos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción la escuché en la radio y me vine a buscar el video jejejeje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7350378485325069980?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7350378485325069980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7350378485325069980' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7350378485325069980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7350378485325069980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/08/venus.html' title='Venus'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5665408289463668811</id><published>2008-06-25T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:17:42.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><title type='text'>Don´t tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAv8hI4QIrc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAv8hI4QIrc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción de Madonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora la escuché y sin duda me trae buenos recuerdos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5665408289463668811?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5665408289463668811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5665408289463668811' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5665408289463668811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5665408289463668811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-tell-me.html' title='Don´t tell me'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8352218071349296703</id><published>2008-06-16T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:58:33.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leann Rymmes'/><title type='text'>How do I</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4QkSa2-oX8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4QkSa2-oX8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la versión original supongo... es una canción que me encanta... hoy que venía en el carro de casualidad la estaban dando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿adivinen quién iba cantando con el radio a todo volumen? jajajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8352218071349296703?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8352218071349296703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8352218071349296703' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8352218071349296703'/><link rel='self' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/218TvjXZfi8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/218TvjXZfi8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades a los padres!!! y a esas madres que hacen de padres también!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendiciones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8216017962326553827?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8216017962326553827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8216017962326553827' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8216017962326553827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8216017962326553827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-querido-viejo.html' title='Mi querido viejo'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1307448294729041007</id><published>2008-06-11T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:43:35.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maroon 5'/><title type='text'>If I Never See Your Face Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WK-H76JeFpA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WK-H76JeFpA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 junto a Rihana... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad que me gusta el ritmo de la canción... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y obvio que a ambos artistas juntos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el video también...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tipo hummmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1307448294729041007?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1307448294729041007/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2731755810047367197</id><published>2008-06-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:04.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alanis Morissette'/><title type='text'>I'm a Bitch I'm a Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SEr_-QfjC1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GA9igMBxa94/s1600-h/ALANIS-FOE-FINAL-COVER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SEr_-QfjC1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GA9igMBxa94/s320/ALANIS-FOE-FINAL-COVER.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209257364051659602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuchar esta canción de Alanis Morissette siempre me fascina... tiene algo... no sé... pero identifica en algún momento de mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate the world today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're so good to me I know that I can't change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to tell you but you look at me like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe I'm an angel underneath; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;innocent and sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I cried; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must've been relief to see the softer side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can undertsand how you'd be so confused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't envy you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a little bit of everything all roled into one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a Bitch I'm a Lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a child I'm a Mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a sinner I'm a saint &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not feel ashamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm your hell I'm your dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm nothing in between you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you wouldn't want it any other way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So take me as I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This might mean you'll have to be a stronger man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to extremes; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow I will change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And today won't mean a thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when you think, you got me figured out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The season's already changin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's cool; you do what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And don't try to save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a bitch, I'm a tease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a goddess of my knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you hurt; when you suffer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm your angel undercover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm enough; I'm revived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't say I'm not alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I wouldn't want it any other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2731755810047367197?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2731755810047367197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2731755810047367197' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2731755810047367197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2731755810047367197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bitch-im-lover.html' title='I&apos;m a Bitch I&apos;m a Lover'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SEr_-QfjC1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/GA9igMBxa94/s72-c/ALANIS-FOE-FINAL-COVER.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1051318257410822355</id><published>2008-06-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:09:04.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey´s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Love will come through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/davidcruttenden/lovewillcomethoughpromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/davidcruttenden/lovewillcomethoughpromo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de mis mejores amigos, uno que adoro... el sabe que lo amo! jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me paso esta canción por gmail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusto montones y para los fans de Grey´s Anatomy pues ya la deben conocer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I told you a secret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You won't tell a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will you hold it and keep it alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cause it's burning a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I can't get to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I can't live alone in this lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So look up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't look da-da-da- down the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If the world isn't turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your heart won't return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyone, anything, anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So take me don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take me don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well I stand at the crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Of highroads and lowroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I got a feeling it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If it's real what I'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's no makebelieving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The sound of the wings of the flight of a dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't look da-da-da down the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If the world isn't turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your heart won't return anyone anything anyhow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So take me don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take me don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh look up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don't look da-da-da- down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If the world isn't turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your heart won't return anyone anything anyhow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So take me don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take me don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love will come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love will come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love will come through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1051318257410822355?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1051318257410822355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1051318257410822355' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1051318257410822355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1051318257410822355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-will-come-through.html' title='Love will come through'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-4197153407245521296</id><published>2008-06-02T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:38:29.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakira'/><title type='text'>En tus pupilas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nisu.blogia.com/upload/20070716190503-miradacorazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://nisu.blogia.com/upload/20070716190503-miradacorazon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cantante de mis favoritas EVER... Shakira... otra canción que siempre que la escucho me desconecta... me lleva en un viaje... me alegra el alma y sin duda el corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quand tu, quand tu me prends dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;Quand je regarde dans tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Je vois que Dieu existe&lt;br /&gt;C' est pas dur d'y croire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de conocerte el mundo era plano&lt;br /&gt;Aunque lo discuta usted Señor Galilei&lt;br /&gt;Y me canse de besar ranas en vano&lt;br /&gt;Pero el príncipe azul&lt;br /&gt;Jamás no encontré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así llegaste tu&lt;br /&gt;Devolviéndome la fe&lt;br /&gt;Sin poemas y sin flores&lt;br /&gt;Con defectos con errores&lt;br /&gt;Pero en pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y siento&lt;br /&gt;Algo en ti algo entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Que me hace insistir&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miro en tus pupilas se que Dios no dejo de existir&lt;br /&gt;Tu lo haces vivir&lt;br /&gt;Tu lo haces vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es una colección de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Pero a nada como tu recuerdo tan bien&lt;br /&gt;Desde la redondez que tienen tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Al olor de tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;Al color de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses que te iras y me voy a resignar&lt;br /&gt;Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;Entre lo mundano y lo sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Y aun mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y siento&lt;br /&gt;Algo en ti algo entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Que me hace insistir&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miro en tus pupilas se que Dios no dejo de existir&lt;br /&gt;Tu lo haces vivir&lt;br /&gt;Tu lo haces vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu, quand tu me prends dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;Quand je regarde dans tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Je vois que Dieu existe&lt;br /&gt;C' est pas dur d'y croire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-4197153407245521296?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/4197153407245521296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=4197153407245521296' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4197153407245521296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/4197153407245521296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/06/en-tus-pupilas.html' title='En tus pupilas'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3815690392100595174</id><published>2008-06-02T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:32:44.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Pausini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Víveme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tu.tv/imagenes/videos/v/i/viveme-laura-pausini-the-best-song-lbv_imagenGrande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tu.tv/imagenes/videos/v/i/viveme-laura-pausini-the-best-song-lbv_imagenGrande.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora en la mañana que venía en el carro escuché esa canción... me recordó que un amigo me la dedicó... ¿porqué? aún no sé... y su motivo se borró por accidente en un email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No necesito más de nada ahora que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me iluminó tu amor inmenso fuera y dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Créeme esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;créeme porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;créeme y verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no acabará, más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tengo un deseo escrito en alto que vuela ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi pensamiento no depende de mi cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Créeme esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;créeme porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me haría daño ahora, ya lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay gran espacio y tú y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cielo abierto que ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no se cierra a los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pues sabemos lo que es necesidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Víveme sin miedo ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que sea una vida o sea una hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no me dejes libre aquí desnudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi nuevo espacio que ahora es tuyo, te ruego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Víveme sin más vergüenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunque esté todo el mundo en contra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja la apariencia y toma el sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y siente lo que llevo dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y te transformas en un cuadro dentro de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que cubre mis paredes blancas y cansadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Créeme esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;créeme porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me haría daño una y otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sí, entre mi realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoy yo tengo algo más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que jamás tuve ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;necesitas vivirme un poco más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Víveme sin miedo ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que sea una vida o sea una hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no me dejes libre aquí desnudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi nuevo espacio que ahora es tuyo, te ruego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Víveme sin más vergüenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunque esté todo el mundo en contra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja la apariencia y toma el sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y siente lo que llevo dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has abierto en mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la fantasía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me esperan días de una ilimitada dicha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es tu guión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la vida mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me enfocas, me diriges, pones las ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Víveme sin miedo ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aunque esté todo el mundo en contra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja la apariencia, toma el sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y siente lo que llevo dentro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Laura Pausini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3815690392100595174?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3815690392100595174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=3815690392100595174' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3815690392100595174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3815690392100595174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/06/vveme.html' title='Víveme'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8242319356193404488</id><published>2008-05-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:04.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tami Chynn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Love'/><title type='text'>Over and Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SDxTQ8hfcWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/02XIbodH5lk/s1600-h/over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SDxTQ8hfcWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/02XIbodH5lk/s400/over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205126819923063138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          Never really thought that I would get to this today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really didn’t know if I should say what I should say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I got this feelin that you feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things I wanna show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put it in the song to let you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verse 1  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you got some time to spare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking we could fall in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to let you in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you willing to catch my fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I happen to just fall for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love for you grows stronger everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much deeper, so crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the ways I cant explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been waiting for the day to call you mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was thinking we could fall in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refrain: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do what you want, as long as you with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say what you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as I hear you calling my name,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over and over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take what you want, as long as you take me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me for real  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise you'll hear me calling ur name  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over and over again.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verse 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just searching, searchin for the truth  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I know is, my heart belongs to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not in this, just for the honeymoon  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refrein:1X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verse 3 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I'm falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just might never get up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I, guess I will be here to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're breaking my walls and you're taking my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing I can do but fall apart for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And baby, that's cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refrain:1 X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Over and over and over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8242319356193404488?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8242319356193404488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8242319356193404488' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8242319356193404488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8242319356193404488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/over-and-over-again.html' title='Over and Over Again'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SDxTQ8hfcWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/02XIbodH5lk/s72-c/over.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-5404012448013139137</id><published>2008-05-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:04.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabajo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poker'/><title type='text'>Trabajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SDruGchfcTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NGb_wlCfueI/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SDruGchfcTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NGb_wlCfueI/s400/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204734113883320626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién dice que el trabajo debe ser aburrido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Según San Wiki dice sobre el Trabajo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Palabra que suele significar esfuerzo, frecuentemente al esfuerzo humano, tiene como sinónima la palabra &lt;i&gt;labor&lt;/i&gt;. Etimológicamente &lt;i&gt;trabajo&lt;/i&gt; deriva de una tortura medieval cuyo nombre en latín era &lt;i&gt;tripalium&lt;/i&gt; (tres palos), se extendió el verbo &lt;i&gt;tripaliare&lt;/i&gt; como sinónimo de torturar o torturarse, posteriormente la palabra mutó en el castellano arcaico a &lt;i&gt;trebejare&lt;/i&gt; ya con el significado de esfuerzo y luego surgió &lt;i&gt;trabajar&lt;/i&gt; como sinónimo de laborar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nota la tortura en nuestro trabajo ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En sociología y antropología, el trabajo es una de las principales actividades humanas y sociales"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin duda social... aquí nos encontramos socializando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Para la Doctrina social de la Iglesia católica el trabajo implica asumir un rol co-creador y co-redentor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En economía, el trabajo es uno de los factores de la producción"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jugando producimos dinero... ¡vamos bien con la producción!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En derecho, el trabajo está encuadrado por importantes instituciones jurídicas como la esclavitud o el contrato de trabajo. Es estudiado por el Derecho laboral"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos tenemos derecho a la "tortura"... a jugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En física, el trabajo es una magnitud que da información sobre la diferencia de energía que manifiesta un cuerpo al pasar entre dos estados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos estados... hummm... ¿perder o ganar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues en pocas palabras me gusta este tipo de "torturas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como luego de una jornada laboral, un tiempo para recreación y unión laboral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién dice que los juegos de cartas solo dejan deudas y malos sabores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También deja grandes amig@s...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-5404012448013139137?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/5404012448013139137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=5404012448013139137' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5404012448013139137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/5404012448013139137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/trabajo.html' title='Trabajo'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SDruGchfcTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NGb_wlCfueI/s72-c/DSCF0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2599266250183011497</id><published>2008-05-25T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:54:23.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web´s Pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia Sosa'/><title type='text'>No será</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://actualidadmusica.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/p_sosa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://actualidadmusica.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/p_sosa01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canción by Patricia Sosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No me digas nada necesito hablarte,&lt;br /&gt;es que duermo poco no concilio el sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que te quiero y te llevo dentro&lt;br /&gt;y no es necesario que te diga cuanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas la vida tiene a veces mandamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque duela con el alma los defiendes...&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro amor, ya lo se...no será,&lt;br /&gt;tú y yo...nuestro amor no será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debe sorprenderte que yo me decida&lt;br /&gt;a contarte todos estos sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;pero tengo miedo de tenerte cerca&lt;br /&gt;y dejen de ser solo pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu eres el amor de quien yo quiero tanto,&lt;br /&gt;no le haremos esto a ella, no seria justo.&lt;br /&gt;Que mas quiero que amarte mas no...&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo...nuestro amor no será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensaras en mí&lt;br /&gt;y no voy a pedirte que ya no lo hagas,&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces creo que me perdería&lt;br /&gt;solo si tú me amas.&lt;br /&gt;Casi sin aliento yo me quedaría&lt;br /&gt;solo entre tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;pero no será, porque al fin tendré&lt;br /&gt;mi alma en pedazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapa ya, escapa ya, escapa ya.&lt;br /&gt;si te miro una vez más&lt;br /&gt;yo podré cambiar de idea.&lt;br /&gt;No será, no será, no, no será,&lt;br /&gt;que los dos nos abracemos&lt;br /&gt;y a los ojos nos miremos...no será,&lt;br /&gt;no, no será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalare todos mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;porque para ella vales más que todo.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido mi amiga en lo más profundo,&lt;br /&gt;no podría jamás lastimarla tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas veces ella escucho mis penas&lt;br /&gt;y lloro conmigo cuando estaba sola...&lt;br /&gt;pero tu... eso no... no será,&lt;br /&gt;para ella eres todo, eres mas. Pensaras en mí&lt;br /&gt;y no voy a pedirte que ya no lo hagas,&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces creo que me perdería&lt;br /&gt;solo si me amaras.&lt;br /&gt;Y si hay otra vida y te vuelvo a ver&lt;br /&gt;no te dejaría,&lt;br /&gt;pero cerca tuyo&lt;br /&gt;esta historia mía no esta decidida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapa ya, escapa ya, escapa ya.&lt;br /&gt;si te miro una vez más&lt;br /&gt;yo podré cambiar de idea.&lt;br /&gt;No será, no será, no, no será,&lt;br /&gt;que los dos nos abracemos&lt;br /&gt;y a los ojos nos miremos...no será,&lt;br /&gt;no, no será.&lt;a href="http://www.sitiodeletras.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sitiodeletras.com/img/transp_tr.gif" style="width: 1px; height: 10px;" alt="Lyrics of Patricia Sosa" align="absmiddle" border="0" height="10" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2599266250183011497?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2599266250183011497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2599266250183011497' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2599266250183011497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2599266250183011497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-ser.html' title='No será'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-975202497099188662</id><published>2008-05-11T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mascotas'/><title type='text'>Conejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SCcXWOKtkuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TM3PB45o9dY/s1600-h/Conejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SCcXWOKtkuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TM3PB45o9dY/s400/Conejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199149965350114018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Érase una vez Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegó como regalo de negro a Palas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas cuidaba mucho de Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conejo vivía feliz haciendo diabluras en casa de Palas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas le había regalado a Peki a la mamá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peki conoció a Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conejo conoció a Peki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peki le atrajo Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscó la forma de entrarle a Conejo aunque Palas siempre protestará a Conejo por esa relación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente un día cualquiera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día no esperado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peki le entró a Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comió a Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jugó con los restos de Conejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas estaba triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peki fue condenada a la cárcel por un tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negro no le dió otro Conejo a Palas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas se quedó sin Conejo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-975202497099188662?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/975202497099188662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=975202497099188662' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/975202497099188662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/975202497099188662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/conejo.html' title='Conejo'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SCcXWOKtkuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/TM3PB45o9dY/s72-c/Conejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-101252726710818921</id><published>2008-05-04T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quejas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reclamos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>El póster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4Pt6p9I6I/AAAAAAAAANM/Aek6USXbb0U/s1600-h/100_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4Pt6p9I6I/AAAAAAAAANM/Aek6USXbb0U/s400/100_0453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196608301545890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Érase una vez un poster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Único en su especie que se le apareció un día a Palas en medio de una tienda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tentó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se lo llevó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas era feliz con su póster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensaba en que lado del cuarto lo iba a colocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ideó cambiar el color papaya con leche por uno lila y morado, al mejor estilo de Home and Garden TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su madre le dió una idea: Enmarcarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No muy convencida, lo llevó a otro señor experto en la materia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El señor experto en la materia se lo llevó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabajó con él...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paso un mes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preguntaba Palas y no daban razón de él...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos meses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres meses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La desesperación y el humor de Palas subía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El señor experto en la materia lo perdió...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas casi comete un crimen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palas buscó en su camino otro póster igual pero nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El destino solo le había puesto en su camino uno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ese uno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el señor experto en la materia como arte de magia lo desapareció...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.D. No recomiendo llevar cosas a Arte Creativa en San José... menos si significan algo para usted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-101252726710818921?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/101252726710818921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=101252726710818921' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/101252726710818921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/101252726710818921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-pster.html' title='El póster'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4Pt6p9I6I/AAAAAAAAANM/Aek6USXbb0U/s72-c/100_0453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-870014816159846247</id><published>2008-05-04T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burbuja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><title type='text'>Mudanzas Burbuja S.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4Mi6p9I5I/AAAAAAAAANE/4ejQdCZv8eg/s1600-h/101_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4Mi6p9I5I/AAAAAAAAANE/4ejQdCZv8eg/s400/101_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196604814032446354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que el año pasado tuve el negocio en mis manos y lo dejé ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce mudanzas a lo largo de el territorio nacional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clientes que reincidieron en la contratación de los servicios de Burbuja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo malo de las mudanzas es la cara que los padres de tus amigos o amigas hacen cuando les ayuda a sacar las cosas de la casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lástimosamente perdí una linda amistad con los padres de una amiga pero lo que no entienden es que los hijos son prestados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algún momento hay que dejarlos ir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-870014816159846247?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/870014816159846247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=870014816159846247' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/870014816159846247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/870014816159846247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/mudanzas-burbuja-sa.html' title='Mudanzas Burbuja S.A.'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4Mi6p9I5I/AAAAAAAAANE/4ejQdCZv8eg/s72-c/101_0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3494071798757159781</id><published>2008-05-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chalo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><title type='text'>Chaleximenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4JZap9I4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/gM9G2q70QYw/s1600-h/101_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4JZap9I4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/gM9G2q70QYw/s400/101_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196601352288805762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien diría que el joven de la foto es ya todo un licenciado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Sociología... jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí con una de sus pasiones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como lo conocí en las noches de "Velas y Vinos" de Geografía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocando la guitarra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabía que mi favorita era siempre: "Ten miedo de mi" de Fernando Delgadillo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto con Chris hacíamos un trío envidiable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke... Pool... Salidas... Aventuras... hasta calas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro rincón que siempre recordaremos con cariño: "Mi Casita"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevamos más de un año de no ir juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como... no es que duele crecer, sino que da lástima tener que ir quitando ciertas cosas en nuestra vida para meter otras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como por ejemplo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estudias... trabajas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se reduce en un dos por tres y las horas no calzan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por dicha existen los recuerdos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las fotos! Claro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3494071798757159781?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3494071798757159781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=3494071798757159781' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3494071798757159781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3494071798757159781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/chaleximenes.html' title='Chaleximenes'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB4JZap9I4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/gM9G2q70QYw/s72-c/101_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-2115874100954752148</id><published>2008-05-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabajo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panamá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><title type='text'>El trabajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3tTKp9I2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/N1SYycn2vrk/s1600-h/DSCF0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3tTKp9I2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/N1SYycn2vrk/s400/DSCF0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196570458589045602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les confieso que hace meses no tenía la misma disposición para ir al trabajo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esos benditos estrés laborales que le dan a uno por todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La forma en como te mira ese compañero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las actitudes de esa compañera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La forma en que pegaron esa hoja en la pizarra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tono con que te escribieron ese correo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La computadora que de cinco, cuatro veces a la semana no te carga el perfil bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los de IT que no aparecen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La comida de la soda que debería llamarse OASIS... es un espejismo lo que ves, a la hora de probarlo desaparece la ilusión... por dicha hay cuatro basureros distintos para que clasifiques los desechos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El guarda que te dice donde parquear en un parqueo (valga la redondancia!) donde de casi 40 campos, solo seis están ocupados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no puedes comprar sin identificación... y eso que te ven 365 días al año...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la luz del fluorescente te pega en la pantalla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Me doy a entender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues nada tan agradable y tan bueno como una semana de vacaciones pero no en la ciudad sino en Panamá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al volver todo se veía desde otro lado del cristal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con solo decirles que esos son los amaneceres que se ven todas las madrugadas desde la oficina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No creen que todo se ve más bonito ahora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-2115874100954752148?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/2115874100954752148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=2115874100954752148' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2115874100954752148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/2115874100954752148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-trabajo.html' title='El trabajo'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3tTKp9I2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/N1SYycn2vrk/s72-c/DSCF0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-7307917571376793503</id><published>2008-05-04T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arianne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colegio'/><title type='text'>La Parada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3rg6p9I1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/23aAZXWG-KQ/s1600-h/DSCF0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3rg6p9I1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/23aAZXWG-KQ/s400/DSCF0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196568495788991314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se la dedico a Arianne, mi nueva amiga de Panamá que en esas largas noches y madrugadas de Mayo me hizo recordar cosas muy lindas del colegio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz!!!! jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hizo recordar y luego me dejo sola! jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso no se valía pero bueno hoy llegando a casa no pude dejar de tomar la foto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella sabrá porque es...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-7307917571376793503?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/7307917571376793503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=7307917571376793503' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7307917571376793503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/7307917571376793503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-parada.html' title='La Parada'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3rg6p9I1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/23aAZXWG-KQ/s72-c/DSCF0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-1239013229821577737</id><published>2008-05-04T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:05.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cursos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semillas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><title type='text'>Las semillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3o86p9I0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zUTjtNdK48U/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3o86p9I0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zUTjtNdK48U/s400/DSCF0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565678290445122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Érase una vez unas semillas que colocaron en unas bolsitas y las pusieron a la venta en un supermercado Norteamericano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasado el tiempo justo una mano joven, de una mujer costarricense las tomó y las colocó en una cajita... al tiempo justo las entregó como regalo a su madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La madre trajo hasta este lado de América, Costa Rica, esas semillas y con el propósito de que alguien con el conocimiento adecuado las ayudara a crecer se las entregó a un señor experto en la materia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese señor experto en la materia las tomó, hizo el almácigo y se olvidó de la madre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La madre al tiempo la llamaron para llevar un curso en el lugar donde trabajaba el señor experto, él acababa de pedir permiso para irse a otro lugar, no se vieron pero ella si vio a las semillas.&lt;br /&gt;Las semillas la vieron.  Se reconocieron. Preguntaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efectivamente eran ellas.  La madre se llevo uno que otro fruto de las semillas, las probó y le gustaron.  Ahora una vez más la madre espera semilla de esa planta, ha crecido, ya ha tenido sus hijos, ya han muerto sus familiares, han viajado a otros lados, han tenido roce con otras personas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero han vuelto a casa sus generaciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-1239013229821577737?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/1239013229821577737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=1239013229821577737' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1239013229821577737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/1239013229821577737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/las-semillas.html' title='Las semillas'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3o86p9I0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zUTjtNdK48U/s72-c/DSCF0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-3209588261312236581</id><published>2008-05-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:06.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inicio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabajo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><title type='text'>La uña en el piso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3d26p9IyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z3ZxrnpmyPI/s1600-h/DSCF0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3d26p9IyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z3ZxrnpmyPI/s400/DSCF0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196553480583324450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa es la culpable de que iniciara hoy 4 de mayo (día de la Sábana Santa de paso) a publicar este blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pareció curioso que así de la nada me encontré en el baño de mi trabajo una uña botada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué estaba haciendo ahí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Ya no significaba nada para su dueña (o ex dueña)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Terminó su vida útil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuvo que haber un motivo, una razón para que terminara ahí... en el piso... en medio de la nada (bueno ustedes me entienden)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos no terminar como uñas solas en el piso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque luego aparece alguien, nos toma la foto y nos publican!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-3209588261312236581?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/3209588261312236581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=3209588261312236581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3209588261312236581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/3209588261312236581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-ua-en-el-piso.html' title='La uña en el piso'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3d26p9IyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Z3ZxrnpmyPI/s72-c/DSCF0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-8220068762150585936</id><published>2008-05-04T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:06.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servicio al cliente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quejas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pala´s Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reclamos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><title type='text'>Chalupas KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3ayap9IxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3DXeZzKelVA/s1600-h/DSCF0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3ayap9IxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3DXeZzKelVA/s400/DSCF0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196550104739029778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre he creído en el servicio al cliente, bueno yo he trabajado en varias oportunidades en este campo y que mayor satisfacción de uno como empleado ver que el cliente esta satisfecho con el servicio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que como cliente he tenido experiencias geniales aunque otras, sin duda me han sacado lo mejor de mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esas tortillas en KFC no fueron la excepción... perdón ¡quise decir chalupas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.D. Chalupas se le conoce en Costa Rica a una tortilla tostada, las tortillas de maíz o de harina generalmente son frescas y suavecitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-8220068762150585936?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/8220068762150585936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=8220068762150585936' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8220068762150585936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/8220068762150585936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/chalupas-kfc.html' title='Chalupas KFC'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3ayap9IxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3DXeZzKelVA/s72-c/DSCF0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420258027122280473.post-30738878550420863</id><published>2008-05-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:06.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web´s Pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inicio'/><title type='text'>Rise Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3Xcap9IwI/AAAAAAAAALo/CNMQkik-s-k/s1600-h/RiseUp%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3Xcap9IwI/AAAAAAAAALo/CNMQkik-s-k/s400/RiseUp%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196546428247024386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el inicio de otro blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues porque hoy en el trabajo me dio por iniciar un blog con fotografías que tome, aunque si encuentro una en la web que me identifique no lo dudaré en publicarla aquí eso si haré diferencia entre ellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A su vez siempre hay canciones que nos identifican con algo, alguien.. así que las voy a poner por estos lares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que la vida se disfruta en pequeños momentos... los grandes momentos son bendiciones que no debemos desaprovechar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una letra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una canción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una imagen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son trozos de la vida, de mi vida, de tu vida, de su vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparto lo que ven mis ojos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que escuchan mis oídos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que escriben mis manos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esencias de mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partes de mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que te guste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que compartas ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que estes en desacuerdo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡Gracias a Dios todos somos diferentes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.D.  photo ©2007 &lt;a href="http://www.ryancardonephotography.com/"&gt;ryan cardone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420258027122280473-30738878550420863?l=fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/feeds/30738878550420863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420258027122280473&amp;postID=30738878550420863' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/30738878550420863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420258027122280473/posts/default/30738878550420863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fragmentosdepalas.blogspot.com/2008/05/rise-up.html' title='Rise Up!'/><author><name>Palas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/TL_iaWGurQI/AAAAAAAAEcs/kyLynEo0tG0/S220/saori.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cWm5Q8ku-Qo/SB3Xcap9IwI/AAAAAAAAALo/CNMQkik-s-k/s72-c/RiseUp%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
