<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:12:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sin color</title><subtitle type='html'>aunque en mi mente todo siga siendo azul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/sunnyday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresaron los dias de imaginar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-114799755821451341?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/114799755821451341/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=114799755821451341&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/114799755821451341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/114799755821451341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2006/05/compostura.html' title='Compostura'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-114799706723141004</id><published>2006-04-27T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:08:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minusculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/notebookanimals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/notebookanimals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;que te veo en los detalles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-114799706723141004?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/114799706723141004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=114799706723141004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/114799706723141004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/114799706723141004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2006/04/minusculo.html' title='Minusculo'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-114434734546131910</id><published>2006-03-11T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:23:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De dos a tres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/nariz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/nariz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;cada minuto,&lt;br /&gt;añoro tenerte en mis brazos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-114434734546131910?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/114434734546131910/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=114434734546131910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/114434734546131910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/114434734546131910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2006/03/de-dos-tres.html' title='De dos a tres'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113995479208846282</id><published>2006-02-14T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:08:59.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Febrero Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/newborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/newborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mañana como hoy, te hizo regresar a mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113995479208846282?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113995479208846282/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113995479208846282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113995479208846282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113995479208846282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2006/02/febrero-feliz.html' title='Febrero Feliz'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816879478129365</id><published>2006-01-20T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:22:07.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sin color aniversario 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/greener01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/greener01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creciendo e imaginando lo que vendra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816879478129365?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816879478129365/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816879478129365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816879478129365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816879478129365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2006/01/sin-color-aniversario-3.html' title='sin color aniversario 3'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816861224068859</id><published>2005-12-30T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:05:34.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/link01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/link01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo llegaron mas risas, platicas desveladas y cafe de madrugada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816861224068859?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816861224068859/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816861224068859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816861224068859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816861224068859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/12/visitante.html' title='Visitante'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816862492594413</id><published>2005-11-27T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:08:32.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huellas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/rail02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/rail02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo va dejando cicatrices que nos ayudan a recordar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816862492594413?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816862492594413/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816862492594413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816862492594413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816862492594413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/11/huellas.html' title='Huellas'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816835760646589</id><published>2005-10-29T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:09:53.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/bark01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/bark01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera dejar atras la armadura que me protege, pero temo deshacerme en el intento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816835760646589?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816835760646589/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816835760646589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816835760646589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816835760646589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/10/corteza.html' title='Corteza'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816799283314727</id><published>2005-09-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:11:32.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/sleep01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/sleep01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces no puedo resistir sentirme feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816799283314727?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816799283314727/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816799283314727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816799283314727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816799283314727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/09/juntos.html' title='Juntos'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816785972619372</id><published>2005-08-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:15:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caracol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/shell01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/shell01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cargo conmigo recuerdos que a veces quisiera poder olvidar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816785972619372?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816785972619372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816785972619372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816785972619372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816785972619372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/08/caracol.html' title='Caracol'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816770788848617</id><published>2005-07-08T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:17:04.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/tilemx01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/tilemx01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun estando lejos, no dejo de pensar en ti y en todos esos momentos que no estoy ahi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816770788848617?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816770788848617/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816770788848617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816770788848617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816770788848617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/07/familiar.html' title='Familiar'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-113816761266671574</id><published>2005-06-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:18:26.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infrarojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/600/irwall01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/80/1013/320/irwall01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sola caricia es lo que ansio tener de ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-113816761266671574?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/113816761266671574/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=113816761266671574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816761266671574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/113816761266671574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/06/infrarojo.html' title='Infrarojo'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-111742644396294891</id><published>2005-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:11:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terciopelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/pink02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/pink02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordar tus caricias delicadas rozando tiernamente mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;hacen que cada poro de mi ser me reclame tu ausencia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-111742644396294891?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/111742644396294891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=111742644396294891&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111742644396294891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111742644396294891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/05/terciopelo.html' title='Terciopelo'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-111742587591249657</id><published>2005-04-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:13:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxigenando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/broken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco me desdoblo&lt;br /&gt;para dejar a un lado lo que alguna vez me hacia infeliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-111742587591249657?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/111742587591249657/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=111742587591249657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111742587591249657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111742587591249657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/04/oxigenando.html' title='Oxigenando'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-111199365259125801</id><published>2005-03-27T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:10:23.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayo de luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/eyeonyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/eyeonyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacia falta que regresaran tus palabras para hacer que mi alma recordara que todo no es siempre oscuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-111199365259125801?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/111199365259125801/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=111199365259125801&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111199365259125801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111199365259125801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/03/rayo-de-luz.html' title='Rayo de luz'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-111139640610947781</id><published>2005-03-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:18:42.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se acaba la noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece amanecer despacio, siento como el sol se eleva poco a poco en la distancia mientras sus rayos llegan hasta mi. Su calidez se encarga de hacerme pensar menos en todo el frio que he pasado. La primavera llega para recordame algunas cosas aún no han cambiado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-111139640610947781?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/111139640610947781/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=111139640610947781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111139640610947781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/111139640610947781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/03/se-acaba-la-noche.html' title='Se acaba la noche'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110957582742583944</id><published>2005-03-09T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:04:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta de calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/sunup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/sunup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque comienzo a respirar aire nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;los dias pasan y todo sigue igual;&lt;br /&gt;el telefono tiene tanto que no suena,&lt;br /&gt;me detengo pero quisiera poder volar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110957582742583944?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110957582742583944/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110957582742583944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110957582742583944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110957582742583944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/03/falta-de-calor.html' title='Falta de calor'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110957579552863628</id><published>2005-03-04T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:09:28.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/sundown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/sundown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraré hacia enfrente dudando cada paso,&lt;br /&gt;pensaré que mis decisiones siempre son inadecuadas,&lt;br /&gt;correré deseando poder caminar tranquilamente,&lt;br /&gt;despertaré dándome cuenta de que fue un sueño raro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110957579552863628?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110957579552863628/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110957579552863628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110957579552863628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110957579552863628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/03/sensible.html' title='Sensible'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110957470511257613</id><published>2005-02-27T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:22:59.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ayudas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/sunrise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito que me arranques ésta tristeza que me invade,&lt;br /&gt;que me digas que contigo me llevas y en mi piensas siempre,&lt;br /&gt;que me hagas sentir que no estoy sóla en éste mundo raro,&lt;br /&gt;que me digas que me extrañas cuando no estoy a tu lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110957470511257613?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110957470511257613/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110957470511257613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110957470511257613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110957470511257613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/02/me-ayudas.html' title='Me ayudas?'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110474389908756356</id><published>2005-01-20T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T13:42:58.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sin color 2 aniversario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/manofria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/manofria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otro año pasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas cosas que planeamos para este que comienza. Quién hubiera pensado que las cosas llegaran a ésto? Es cierto que la culpa no fue nuestra, pero igual estamos en éste punto del camino. Nos alejamos de las campanadas mientras cada uno prepara maletas. Todo cambió para los dos, tendremos que cambiar con ello. Curioso que es justo ahora cuando nos damos cuenta de tantas cosas que por tanto tiempo no vimos o mas bien, no queriamos ver. Frente a nosotros varias aventuras y rutas por explorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110474389908756356?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110474389908756356/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110474389908756356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110474389908756356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110474389908756356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/01/sin-color-2-aniversario.html' title='sin color 2 aniversario'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110474296542367374</id><published>2005-01-03T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:10:27.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generous Palmstroke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/manoprotegida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/manoprotegida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy fuerte en sus manos&lt;br /&gt;soy más que yo&lt;br /&gt;por mi misma soy humana&lt;br /&gt;y cometo errores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confieso&lt;br /&gt;te siento caer&lt;br /&gt;sobre mis hombros&lt;br /&gt;desde arriba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me rindo&lt;br /&gt;me entrego&lt;br /&gt;voluntaria&lt;br /&gt;te pertenezco: soy tuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes que confiar en ello&lt;br /&gt;soy eternamente tuya&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que les di a ellos&lt;br /&gt;te lo di a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan necesitada de consuelo&lt;br /&gt;pero demasiado herida para ser abrazada&lt;br /&gt;deshaz estra privacidad&lt;br /&gt;y ponme en mi lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una generosa caricia con palma&lt;br /&gt;el mas enorme de los abrazos&lt;br /&gt;deshaz estra privacidad&lt;br /&gt;abraza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrazame&lt;br /&gt;abrazame&lt;br /&gt;abrazame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy fuerte en sus manos&lt;br /&gt;estoy arriba&lt;br /&gt;muy lejos de mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella es fuerte en sus manos&lt;br /&gt;ella es más que ella&lt;br /&gt;por si misma es humana&lt;br /&gt;y comente errores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bjork.com/"&gt;Letra original de Björk&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/4126864-110474296542367374?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110474296542367374/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110474296542367374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110474296542367374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110474296542367374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2005/01/generous-palmstroke.html' title='Generous Palmstroke'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110446048318021596</id><published>2004-12-30T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T03:22:15.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/entransito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/entransito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quería terminar como lo he hechos los ultimos años, pero han pasado tantas cosas que eso no sucederá. No me entristece, pero tampoco me alegra. Son cambios y se que debo acostumbrarme a ellos por mas difíciles que sean. El 2004 fue un año para decir adios a varias personas que nunca volveré a ver. Por otro lado mi vida entra en un estado de presión constante. Una carrera contra el tiempo. Tengo fechas limites y cosas sin terminar. Los siguientes meses me costarán mucho. Creo que tendré que ingerir cantidades masivas de caffeina para lograr levantar mi cabeza. Lo importante es la recompenza que llegará al final. En puerta hay oportunidades para cambiar mi vida de una manera drástica. Hace rato me preguntaban que si yo creía en la suerte, y dije que "no precisamente"; mas tarde, otra persona me preguntó lo mismo, ambas veces conteste igual: "no creo en que las cosas pasan por suerte, mas bien creo que todo ocurre por un motivo, todo tiene una razón y de todo debemos aprender algo". Durante éste año que termina aprendí muchas cosas. Espero que el año que pronto comenzará me enseñe muchas cosas más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110446048318021596?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110446048318021596/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110446048318021596&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110446048318021596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110446048318021596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/12/quera-terminar-como-lo-he-hechos-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110230496681514278</id><published>2004-12-05T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:33:16.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/return.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche lo vi y me senti feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Me acostade a tu lado para sentir tu cálido cuerpo junto al mio. Reíamos y platicabamos de cosas que no deberíamos. Estabamos ahí, en el lugar que será nuestro. Pasaron las horas y olvide mi enfermedad, mi cansancio y mi tristeza. Lograste dibujar sonrisas en mi cara cuando todo señalaba a que sería imposible. Tus palabras llegaron hasta mis oidos tomando la ruta mas corta. En esos momentos vi mi futuro, olvidé en donde estaba y todas las dudas que quedaban en mi se esfumaron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110230496681514278?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110230496681514278/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110230496681514278&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110230496681514278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110230496681514278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/12/anoche-lo-vi-y-me-senti-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-110230734403346677</id><published>2004-11-26T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:32:08.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/blank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/blank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de todo, pense que lloraría. Pense que reaccionaria de una manera mas dramática; que mi dolor sería tal que no podría funcionar normalmente, como lo haría toda persona civilizada. Pero me equivoque. Supe esconderlo, contenerlo y guardarlo para mi sóla. No fue tan sencillo, sólo me repetía una y otra vez que ése momento iba a llegar eventualmente, que siempre lo supe y no habia nada que yo pudier hacer para cambiar todo. Comienzo a aceptarlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-110230734403346677?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/110230734403346677/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=110230734403346677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110230734403346677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/110230734403346677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/11/despues-de-todo-pense-que-llorara.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109928949209375424</id><published>2004-10-31T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:11:32.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/draw.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/draw.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas siempre cambian, la vida no seria vida sin eso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez me encuentro con menos tiempo para hacer las cosas que tanto me agradan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño a las personas que visitaba con frecuencia (aunque presiento que el sentimiento no es mutuo en algunos casos). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos dias me he sentido tan sola y cansada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un nuevo empleo me lleva a otra ciudad y no se cuanto tiempo mas logre seguir haciendolo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manejar tantas millas a diario debe tener consecuencias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabajo sin diversion hace que sienta que nada de lo que hago tiene caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de lo que planeo sale como lo tenia pensado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez seria mejor empezar algo nuevo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109928949209375424?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109928949209375424/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109928949209375424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109928949209375424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109928949209375424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/10/las-cosas-siempre-cambian-la-vida-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109688065596546219</id><published>2004-10-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T02:13:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/violin03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/violin03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy extraño mas tu cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109688065596546219?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109688065596546219/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109688065596546219&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109688065596546219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109688065596546219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/10/hoy-extrao-mas-tu-cantar.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109687828360948273</id><published>2004-10-04T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T02:12:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/violin02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/violin02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos dias extraño muchas cosas... pasan muchas cosas que hacen que reflexione sobre lo que pasa a mi alrededor. Un dia todo aparenta ser perfecta felicidad y para el siguiente todo se convierte en caos y soledad. Aun no lo logro aceptar. No entiendo porque todo debe cambiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109687828360948273?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109687828360948273/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109687828360948273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109687828360948273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109687828360948273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/10/estos-dias-extrao-muchas-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109503317189797034</id><published>2004-09-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T01:43:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/lookingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/lookingout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recibi una llamada. Fue como un balde de agua casi congelada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos de tiempos pasados volvieron a mi como si se hubieran abierto las compuertas de una presa. La musica, las aventuras, los amigos. Imagenes y mas imagenes ruedan por mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace apenas unos dias la vi, nos dijimos hola y continuamos nuestro camino como si tuvieramos todo el tiempo del universo para charlar en otra ocasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso ya no podra pasar pero siempre se le recordará.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109503317189797034?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109503317189797034/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109503317189797034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109503317189797034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109503317189797034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/09/recibi-una-llamada.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109419684415438318</id><published>2004-09-03T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:54:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/playa08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/playa08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que extraña sensación, pareciera que fue ayer cuando caminabamos por la arena después de escaparme de mi casa. los envases de cerveza se vaciaban mas rápido de lo que se tardaban en consumir mis cigarrillos. todo era risas, travesuras y hacer cosas prohibidas para la edad que teniamos pero eso era lo emocionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esos tiempos los hemos dejado atrás, junto con las travesuras y los cigarrillos. no fue algo que se buscó, pero así se dio y ya las cosas por siempre cambiarán. aunque no caminemos mano en mano, te recordaré como el que estuvo ahí en el inicio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109419684415438318?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109419684415438318/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109419684415438318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109419684415438318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109419684415438318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/09/que-extraa-sensacin-pareciera-que-fue.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109382801033646302</id><published>2004-08-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:26:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/playa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/playa10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es dificil decidir que hacer cuando ya no estan las personas que antes me guiaban. No es que no pueda tomar mis propias desiciones, pero siempre es reconfortante sentirte escuchado y comprendido al mismo tiempo de escuchar lo que piensan las personas que mas te importan. Creo que llegará pronto el momento en que necesitaré dejar todo el drama atrás y pensar que será por lo mejor. Es cansado pelear contra la soledad cuando no hay contra quien luchar. Comienzo a aceptar mi realidad. Volveré a caminar sola por las olas del mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109382801033646302?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109382801033646302/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109382801033646302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109382801033646302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109382801033646302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/es-dificil-decidir-que-hacer-cuando-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109323084635031625</id><published>2004-08-23T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:42:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/bay06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/bay06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen las cosas son mas oscuras justo antes de amanecer. Si éso es cierto, significa que ya está por salir el sol. Pense estar protegida escondida en mi misma pero la verdad es que el mundo sigue girando allá afuera y por mas que yo quiera detener todo para parar el sufrimiento, no hay nada que pueda hacer. No está en mis manos, dejó de estarlo hace tiempo. Ahora sólo esperaré a que termine de arder el fuego e intentaré apagar las cenizas que queden. Debo cuidar no quemarme en el proceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109323084635031625?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109323084635031625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109323084635031625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109323084635031625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109323084635031625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/dicen-las-cosas-son-mas-oscuras-justo.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109322925114549152</id><published>2004-08-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:57:12.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/sarahflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/sarahflower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;algo pasa que siempre termino tan sola, no lo hago a proposito pero al final siempre es mi culpa,&lt;br /&gt;siempre es mi orgullo el que debe tener la ultima palabra y aunque yo me muera por rogar y llorar para tener un poco de atención algo me hace esconderme para refugiarme en mi musica y mis letras, dejar a todos afuera y lejos para estar sola aunque sea lo ultimo que quiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109322925114549152?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109322925114549152/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109322925114549152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109322925114549152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109322925114549152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/algo-pasa-que-siempre-termino-tan-sola_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109246166642996405</id><published>2004-08-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:39:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que dia tan maravilloso, todito lleno de ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/oceania320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/oceania320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oceania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one breath away from mother Oceanía&lt;br /&gt;your nimble feet make prints&lt;br /&gt;in my sands&lt;br /&gt;you have done good for yourselves&lt;br /&gt;since you left my wet embrace&lt;br /&gt;and crawled ashore&lt;br /&gt;every boy, is a snake is a lily&lt;br /&gt;every pearl is a lynx&lt;br /&gt;is a girl&lt;br /&gt;sweet like harmony made into flesh&lt;br /&gt;you dance by my side&lt;br /&gt;children sublime&lt;br /&gt;you show me continents&lt;br /&gt;- i see islands&lt;br /&gt;you count the centuries&lt;br /&gt;- i blink my eyes&lt;br /&gt;hawks and sparrows race in my waters&lt;br /&gt;stingrays are floating&lt;br /&gt;across the sky&lt;br /&gt;little ones - my sons and my daughters&lt;br /&gt;your sweat is salty&lt;br /&gt;i am why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109246166642996405?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109246166642996405/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109246166642996405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109246166642996405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109246166642996405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/que-dia-tan-maravilloso-todito-lleno.html' title='que dia tan maravilloso, todito lleno de ella'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109203528758737079</id><published>2004-08-09T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:29:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mouth's cradle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/mouthmedulla400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/mouthmedulla400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is yet another one that follows me wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;and supports me&lt;br /&gt;this tooth is warmth-like&lt;br /&gt;this tooth is warmth-like&lt;br /&gt;this tooth is warmth-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these teeth are a ladder up to his mouth&lt;br /&gt;these teeth are a ladder&lt;br /&gt;that i walk, that you can walk too&lt;br /&gt;if you want,&lt;br /&gt;if you want up to the mouth&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always has a hope for me&lt;br /&gt;always sees me when nothing has&lt;br /&gt;and everyone had left&lt;br /&gt;that ghost is brighter than anyone&lt;br /&gt;and it fills me with hope&lt;br /&gt;those beams assure me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can use these teeth as a&lt;br /&gt;ladder up to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can follow these notes i'm singing&lt;br /&gt;up to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simplicity of the ghost-like beast&lt;br /&gt;the purity of what it wants&lt;br /&gt;and where it goes&lt;br /&gt;always love,&lt;br /&gt;always loves you,&lt;br /&gt;always loves it&lt;br /&gt;infrared love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can use those teeth as a&lt;br /&gt;ladder up to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can use those teeth or follow my voice&lt;br /&gt;tooth by tooh&lt;br /&gt;up to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mouth's cradle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a shelter to build an altar away from all osamas and bushes&lt;br /&gt;i need a shelter to build an altar away from all osamas and bushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Björk lanza su mas reciente producción el próximo 31 de Agosto y ésta es la letra de una de las canciones de su nuevo CD. Esta melodía da vueltas en mi cabeza desde el lunes pasado que la escuche por primera vez en ésta versión.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109203528758737079?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109203528758737079/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109203528758737079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109203528758737079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109203528758737079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/mouths-cradle.html' title='mouth&apos;s cradle'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109200089058876358</id><published>2004-08-08T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T14:37:41.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/bay04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/bay04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo escapar la verdad&lt;br /&gt;que dia a dia se hace mas presente,&lt;br /&gt;que en mi ausencia el corazón quise esconderte&lt;br /&gt;y hoy todo vuelve a resaltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En los momentos mas extraños&lt;br /&gt;te recuerdo a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;con la sonrisa traviesa,&lt;br /&gt;nada ha cambiado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109200089058876358?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109200089058876358/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109200089058876358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109200089058876358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109200089058876358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/ya-no-puedo-escapar-la-verdad-que-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109200027783393072</id><published>2004-08-08T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T14:28:26.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/bay03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/bay03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces paso por el lugar en donde te conocí,&lt;br /&gt;en donde tu risa timida me hizo sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;A veces paso y recuerdo que por ahí caminé&lt;br /&gt;y que fue en ése lugar en donde tus labios por primera vez probé.&lt;br /&gt;A veces paso para sólo recordar&lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez vivimos tantas cosas en ése lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109200027783393072?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109200027783393072/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109200027783393072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109200027783393072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109200027783393072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/veces-paso-por-el-lugar-en-donde-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109151987077971875</id><published>2004-08-03T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T14:11:15.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/bay02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/bay02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora me rodean tus lazos&lt;br /&gt;ansío serenar mi escencia&lt;br /&gt;ordenando pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;al compartir tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes sola siempre estaba&lt;br /&gt;ya me acostumbraste a ti&lt;br /&gt;anhelo que llegue el momento&lt;br /&gt;en que no quieras volverte a ir&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/4126864-109151987077971875?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109151987077971875/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109151987077971875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109151987077971875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109151987077971875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahora-me-rodean-tus-lazos-anso-serenar.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109151980753656930</id><published>2004-08-03T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:42:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/bay01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/bay01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sentí tranquila&lt;br /&gt;sentados frente a la playa&lt;br /&gt; tal vez era tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;y tu sonrisa cálida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me envolvias en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;tu mano por mi espalda&lt;br /&gt;nos uniamos en un solo cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;hacias mas fuerte mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109151980753656930?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109151980753656930/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109151980753656930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109151980753656930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109151980753656930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/08/me-sent-tranquila-sentados-frente-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109108020824403041</id><published>2004-07-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:14:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/myselfandeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/myselfandeye.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Si pudiera dividirme&lt;br /&gt; te daría una parte de mi,&lt;br /&gt; no lo dudaría&lt;br /&gt;en ti podria sobrevivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109108020824403041?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109108020824403041/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109108020824403041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109108020824403041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109108020824403041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/07/si-pudiera-dividirme-te-dara-una-parte.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109108018808175206</id><published>2004-07-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:15:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/600/colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/colours.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Entre luces imaginando,&lt;br /&gt; recordando cosas que no viví,&lt;br /&gt; creyendo en lo que no puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt; pensando siempre en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109108018808175206?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109108018808175206/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109108018808175206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109108018808175206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109108018808175206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/07/entre-luces-imaginando-recordando.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109079443395938742</id><published>2004-07-25T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T15:44:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/distantcolours01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/distantcolours01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me hacen falta tus caricias delicadas&lt;br /&gt; llegan a mi piel y la cambian de color&lt;br /&gt; tan similares a los rayos de sol&lt;br /&gt; revitalizan la energía en mi interior&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109079443395938742?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109079443395938742/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109079443395938742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109079443395938742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109079443395938742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/07/me-hacen-falta-tus-caricias-delicadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-109079438206638190</id><published>2004-07-25T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:37:31.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/distantcolours02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/distantcolours02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aun estando lejos seguía recordando tu aroma&lt;br /&gt; tus palabras seguian llegando hasta mi&lt;br /&gt; en mis labios continuabas dibujando sonrisas&lt;br /&gt; deseaba tanto que estuvieras ahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-109079438206638190?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/109079438206638190/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=109079438206638190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109079438206638190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/109079438206638190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/07/aun-estando-lejos-segua-recordando-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108779866153710916</id><published>2004-06-20T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:27:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/trip01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/trip01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivimos un dia no como cualquiera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108779866153710916?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108779848787160707</id><published>2004-06-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:26:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/trip02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/trip02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo se quedo atras anticipando una noche de estrellas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108779848787160707?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108779848787160707/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108779848787160707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108779848787160707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108779848787160707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/06/todo-se-quedo-atras-anticipando-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108625400766223757</id><published>2004-06-03T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T02:14:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/lifesaver01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/lifesaver01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ansiedad sin calma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108625400766223757?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108625400766223757/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108625400766223757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108625400766223757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108625400766223757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/06/ansiedad-sin-calma.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108625380496346611</id><published>2004-06-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T02:12:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/lifesaver02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/lifesaver02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora solo hay silencio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108625380496346611?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108625380496346611/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108625380496346611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108625380496346611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108625380496346611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/06/ahora-solo-hay-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108616981840041342</id><published>2004-06-02T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:55:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/trans01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/trans01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay sonido sin tus palabras &lt;br /&gt;hacian linda musica en mi alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108616981840041342?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108616981840041342/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108616981840041342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108616981840041342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108616981840041342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-hay-sonido-sin-tus-palabras-hacian.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108616971537354496</id><published>2004-06-02T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:53:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/trans02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/trans02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero a que vuelvas &lt;br /&gt;y llenes el vacio que dejaste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108616971537354496?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108616971537354496/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108616971537354496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108616971537354496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108616971537354496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/06/espero-que-vuelvas-y-llenes-el-vacio.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108607879364837153</id><published>2004-06-01T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:38:49.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/fusciaflower01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/fusciaflower01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floreciamos juntos &lt;br /&gt;poco a poco nos fuimos separando &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108607879364837153?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108607879364837153/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108607879364837153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108607879364837153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108607879364837153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/06/floreciamos-juntos-poco-poco-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108599811023906288</id><published>2004-05-31T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:36:35.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/earthy02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/earthy02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejar de estar amarrada a ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108599811023906288?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108599811023906288/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108599811023906288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108599811023906288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108599811023906288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/dejar-de-estar-amarrada-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108599813523585823</id><published>2004-05-31T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T03:08:55.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/earthy03.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/earthy03.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y crecer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108599813523585823?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108599813523585823/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108599813523585823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108599813523585823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108599813523585823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/y-crecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108599804471924439</id><published>2004-05-31T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T03:07:24.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/earthy01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/earthy01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero renacer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108599804471924439?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108599804471924439/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108599804471924439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108599804471924439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108599804471924439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/quiero-renacer.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108591559137031503</id><published>2004-05-30T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T04:33:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginando futuros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/magentame01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/magentame01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo ganas de cerrar los ojos&lt;br /&gt;para imaginar lo que viene por delante&lt;br /&gt;en todo lo que pienso se vuelve oscuro&lt;br /&gt;deseando que todo mejor sea como antes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108591559137031503?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108591559137031503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108591559137031503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108591559137031503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108591559137031503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/imaginando-futuros.html' title='Imaginando futuros'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108591552717036259</id><published>2004-05-30T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T04:35:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probando pasados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/magentame02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/magentame02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deseaba tanto estar sola contigo&lt;br /&gt;nuestras bocas se acercaban en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;al unirse los temores desaparecian&lt;br /&gt;en tus besos conocí el sabor de la realidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108591552717036259?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108591552717036259/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108591552717036259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108591552717036259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108591552717036259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/probando-pasados.html' title='Probando pasados'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108581550582221579</id><published>2004-05-29T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T03:01:09.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarrada a tu recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/postbrown02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/postbrown02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No logro dehacerme de él&lt;br /&gt;he querido escapar sin lograrlo&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo intentaré más&lt;br /&gt;cargaré su imagen en mi mente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108581550582221579?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108581550582221579/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108581550582221579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108581550582221579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108581550582221579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/amarrada-tu-recuerdo.html' title='Amarrada a tu recuerdo'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108581324300076917</id><published>2004-05-28T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:58:30.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un clavo no saca a otro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/postbrown01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/postbrown01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo creía cierto y lo intenté&lt;br /&gt;pero aún en los brazos de otro&lt;br /&gt;sigo deseando tu boca y tu manos&lt;br /&gt;sigo soñando con tu calor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108581324300076917?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108581324300076917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108581324300076917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108581324300076917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108581324300076917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/un-clavo-no-saca-otro.html' title='Un clavo no saca a otro'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108572691781954095</id><published>2004-05-27T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:59:13.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justicia injusta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/waterblue02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/waterblue02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me quedo sin tu apoyo&lt;br /&gt;el fondo se hace liquido&lt;br /&gt;terminaré ahogandome en mis propias lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;dices que no volverás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108572691781954095?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108572691781954095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108572691781954095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108572691781954095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108572691781954095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/justicia-injusta.html' title='Justicia injusta'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108572516028394721</id><published>2004-05-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T01:00:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y de nuevo comenzará el verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/waterblue01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/waterblue01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;como quisiera seguir descansando a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;seguir bebiendo de esa agua prohibida&lt;br /&gt;imaginando detalles de algo que no llegará&lt;br /&gt;extraño tu tranquilidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108572516028394721?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108572516028394721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108572516028394721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108572516028394721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108572516028394721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/y-de-nuevo-comenzar-el-verano.html' title='Y de nuevo comenzará el verano'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108571875420709962</id><published>2004-05-27T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T01:02:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo obvio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/500/doorhandle.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/1013/320/doorhandle.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Podran ver que mi template cambió... &lt;strong&gt;¿porqué?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pues sólo porque necesitaba un cambio. Sigue siendo azul, y tal vez poco a poco vaya cambiando colores pero por lo pronto asi se quedará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me he dado cuenta de que las palabras me salen mas facilmente cuando las acompaño con fotografías, asi que estaré incluyendo algunas de las que tomo mas seguido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A los que me dejaron recaditos en mi shoutbox:  gracias :D&lt;br /&gt;(Ander y SS espero verlos por aca). Ya saben que mi puerta esta siempre abierta para ustedes. En lo que reajusto mi template, pueden dejarme sus recados en los comentarios. Gracias a los que no se han olvidado de mi.&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/4126864-108571875420709962?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108571875420709962/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108571875420709962&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108571875420709962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108571875420709962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/05/algo-obvio.html' title='Algo obvio'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108398514031336495</id><published>2004-05-07T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:07:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/live01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      you think you're denying me of something&lt;br /&gt;      well, i've got plenty&lt;br /&gt;      you're the one who's missing out&lt;br /&gt;      but you won't notice&lt;br /&gt;      'til after five years&lt;br /&gt;      if you'll live that long&lt;br /&gt;      you'll wake up&lt;br /&gt;      all love-less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/live02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      i dare you&lt;br /&gt;      to take me on&lt;br /&gt;      i dare you&lt;br /&gt;      to show me your palms&lt;br /&gt;      i'm so bored of cowards&lt;br /&gt;      who say what they want&lt;br /&gt;      then they can't handle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      you can't handle love&lt;br /&gt;      baby, it's obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/live03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      i dare you&lt;br /&gt;      to take me on&lt;br /&gt;      i dare you&lt;br /&gt;      to show me your palms&lt;br /&gt;      what's so scary?&lt;br /&gt;      not a threat in sight&lt;br /&gt;      you just can't handle&lt;br /&gt;      you can't handle love &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108236011853286942</id><published>2004-04-19T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T20:47:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>las despedidas son dificiles&lt;br /&gt;pero son peores cuando se evitan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que prolongar el sentimiento de ausencia?&lt;br /&gt;nunca un adios, dejando todo en un hasta luego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las esperanzas siguen&lt;br /&gt;el corazón extraña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguire deseando recuperar lo que hubo en un principio&lt;br /&gt;aunque todo me indique que eso no pasará&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108236011853286942?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108236011853286942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108236011853286942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/04/las-despedidas-son-dificiles-pero-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108121581353869304</id><published>2004-04-05T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T18:47:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mi telefono funciona, lo he revisado varias veces, pero sigue sin sonar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108121581353869304?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108121581353869304/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108121581353869304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108121581353869304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108121581353869304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/04/mi-telefono-funciona-lo-he-revisado.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108106909341734371</id><published>2004-04-04T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T01:01:52.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nos vieron felices, y lo somos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jugamos y reimos como en los viejos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recordamos buenos momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos burlamos de nosotros mismos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capturamos imagenes para el futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero mas noches como estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos esperan muchas mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo es cuestion de intentar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108106909341734371?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108106909341734371/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108106909341734371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108106909341734371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108106909341734371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/04/nos-vieron-felices-y-lo-somos-jugamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-108106886971938633</id><published>2004-04-04T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:58:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy me dijiste que se termino todo lo que una vez hubo, que fue demasiado el dolor y que no habra marcha atras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quede paralizada, pensaba en que decir, pero solo supe callar.  Y es que los años no pasan en vano, creamos ideas de como sera todo mas adelante y nos imaginamos que siempre sera todo igual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos hemos ido creciendo, madurando, unos mas que otros, es por eso que llegan momentos como estos en que es mejor cortar por lo sano.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad me da gusto porque te quiero y me alegra pensar que estarás mejor asi, sin cadenas que te limiten y palabras que te lleven hacia abajo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces hablamos de ésto y trataba de convencerte de que era lo mejor, pero dicen que el amor es ciego y creo que ésto era un buen ejemplo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo quiero pero debe saber que no se debe tratar asi a la persona que se ama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es necesario un final para que dos personas tengan un nuevo inicio, libre de recriminaciones y culpas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No siempre funciona eso eso de en tiempos buenos o malos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-108106886971938633?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/108106886971938633/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=108106886971938633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108106886971938633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/108106886971938633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/04/hoy-me-dijiste-que-se-termino-todo-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107950297558130264</id><published>2004-03-16T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T00:39:06.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooops de nuevo casi se me va otro mes sin actualizar y no es por falta de noticias sino por necesidad de cambiar.  De hace un año al presente hay una inmensidad pero parece que la vida es mas sencilla si no te detienes a teorizar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me siento mas segura al tomar desiciones, creo que al fin y al cabo no es necesario que sea perfecta pero que al menos intente ser feliz. Eso es algo que siempre olvido.  Me preocupo demasiado por no herir a los demas que termino cambiando de opinión por acomedir a los involucrados.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mi futuro se marcará este año, es algo a lo que le doy la bienvenida. Las desiciones se toman y no habrá marcha atrás.  En unas semanas se decidirá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107950297558130264?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107950297558130264/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107950297558130264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107950297558130264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107950297558130264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/03/ooops-de-nuevo-casi-se-me-va-otro-mes.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107950237786807821</id><published>2004-03-16T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:49:30.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En mi cabeza se despeja la neblina que por mucho tiempo confundia la realidad. Hoy puedo ver hacia enfrente claramente sin temor a tropezar.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107950237786807821?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107950237786807821/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107950237786807821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107950237786807821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107950237786807821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/03/en-mi-cabeza-se-despeja-la-neblina-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107700696738673087</id><published>2004-02-17T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:40:40.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>otro dia </title><content type='html'>y quiero fingir que no me importa&lt;br /&gt;que te vas y me quedo porque yo quise&lt;br /&gt;hoy me dices que prefieres estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;que no logras ser feliz sin mi&lt;br /&gt;es cuando te digo que todo estará bien&lt;br /&gt;que sera corto el tiempo &lt;br /&gt;y pronto podras volver&lt;br /&gt;me tomas en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;siento como me envuelven&lt;br /&gt;como si no me quisieran soltar&lt;br /&gt;me hubiera gustado ir contigo&lt;br /&gt;si no lo hago es por egoismo&lt;br /&gt;no quiero compartirte con ellos&lt;br /&gt;no quiero dormir a tu lado sin estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;prefiero que vayas y yo me quedo&lt;br /&gt;otro dia se podrá que sea solo conmigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107700696738673087?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107700696738673087/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107700696738673087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107700696738673087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107700696738673087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/02/otro-dia.html' title='otro dia &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107656342059411814</id><published>2004-02-11T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:28:02.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unravel </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/030.jpg&gt; &lt;img src=http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/031.jpg&gt; &lt;img src=http://img8.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/032.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mientras no estes mi corazon se deshace&lt;br /&gt;lentamente se desenreda &lt;br /&gt;en una madeja de estambre&lt;br /&gt;el diablo lo colecciona con una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor en una madeja de estambre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;él nunca lo devolverá&lt;br /&gt;entonces cuando regreses &lt;br /&gt;tendremos que hacer un amor nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hay ocasiones en que es tan sencillo como una canción&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107656342059411814?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107656342059411814/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107656342059411814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107656342059411814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107656342059411814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/02/unravel.html' title='unravel &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107527507023243186</id><published>2004-01-27T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T23:35:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lo olvide </title><content type='html'>no se como paso&lt;br /&gt;venia observando mi calendario desde diciembre&lt;br /&gt;mas sin embargo ocurrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas lineas comenzaron a llenar este espacio cibernetico hace ya mas de un año&lt;br /&gt;aunque aun no era azul del todo y existia bajo otro nombre&lt;br /&gt;ocupaba el mismo sitio en la blogsfera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a traves de estos meses he vertido aqui mucho de lo que traigo&lt;br /&gt;cosas que no facilmente salen a la luz&lt;br /&gt;pero por algun razon fluian de mi cabeza al teclado cuando llegaba el momento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ya pasa una semana desde el aniversario&lt;br /&gt;no se como fue pero tambien ésto lo olvide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://murria.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_murria_archive.html#87721072"&gt;mi primer post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lunes, enero 20, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He descubierto cosas que crei no existian en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento de soledad sigue presente pero el temor a el comienza a desvanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tarde y sigo aqui, anhelando encontrar la solucion a mis dilemas, aun cuando se que no llegara hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo dormir... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escrito por Murria a las 2:04 AM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una semana y un año despues... sigo debiendo dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107527507023243186?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107527507023243186/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107527507023243186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107527507023243186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107527507023243186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/01/lo-olvide.html' title='lo olvide &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107442916651363131</id><published>2004-01-18T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T04:34:41.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un encuentro </title><content type='html'>lo habia olvidado&lt;br /&gt;como suelo hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;tu voz en el telefono&lt;br /&gt;un compromiso hecho&lt;br /&gt;mi falta de vehiculo&lt;br /&gt;una persona comprensiva&lt;br /&gt;trafico y calles&lt;br /&gt;cruzar la avenida corriendo&lt;br /&gt;un bar oscuro&lt;br /&gt;tu cabello visto de espaldas&lt;br /&gt;mi voz llamandote&lt;br /&gt;sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;abrazos&lt;br /&gt;sentimiento feliz&lt;br /&gt;sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;abrazos&lt;br /&gt;intercambio de palabras&lt;br /&gt;sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;abrazos&lt;br /&gt;comparacion de estaturas&lt;br /&gt;abrazos&lt;br /&gt;beso&lt;br /&gt;despedida&lt;br /&gt;caminar por una plaza&lt;br /&gt;cruzar la calle corriendo&lt;br /&gt;agradecimientos a la persona comprensiva&lt;br /&gt;ganas de regresar al bar oscuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*esto es una nota recordatoria para mi, &lt;br /&gt;porque como lo dije antes, &lt;br /&gt;suelo olvidar todo, &lt;br /&gt;y ésto en especial, &lt;br /&gt;no lo deseo olvidar nunca*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107442916651363131?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107442916651363131/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107442916651363131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107442916651363131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107442916651363131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/01/un-encuentro.html' title='un encuentro &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107442838051740537</id><published>2004-01-18T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T04:21:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poco a poco </title><content type='html'>aceptamos la idea de lo que viene... en nuestras manos esta la solucion pero siempre evitamos el tomar una desicion final... creo que me cansa mas la espera que la lucha... llenare mis bolsillos de piedras para ir dejandolas en el camino y poder encontrar mi regreso a donde parti si es necesario... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107442838051740537?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107442838051740537/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107442838051740537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107442838051740537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107442838051740537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/01/poco-poco.html' title='poco a poco &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107382145746931227</id><published>2004-01-11T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T03:46:46.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>siento el ardor </title><content type='html'>mis ojos lentamente dejan escapar una lagrima... no queria que me vieras... me odio cuando no controlo mi coraje... pero fue mejor que estuvieras ahi... no podia verte a la cara... no queria descargar todo en ti... me esperabas a que hablara... no podia resistir las ganas de estallar... y la presa se abrio... mis palabras fluyeron junto con el resto de lagrimas... en ese momento lo sentí... veia como me mirabas con ganas de arreglarme el mundo... como ayudan tus palabras y bromas... siempre en mis momentos mas dramaticos me sacas de la oscuridad... y tu que culpa tenias de mi drama? ninguna... pero gracias por hacerme de nuevo feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107382145746931227?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107382145746931227/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107382145746931227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107382145746931227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107382145746931227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/01/siento-el-ardor.html' title='siento el ardor &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107382057210773624</id><published>2004-01-11T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T03:31:18.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unas disculpas </title><content type='html'>siento mucho a los que vinieron por aqui en este mes... wow si, ya paso un mes desde mi ultima actualización y la verdad se siente feo, ahora si que no era mi intención, sólo que surgen cosas y pues creo que mi meta de postear minimo una vez a la semana poco a poco se va quedando mas lejos de mi alcanze... en mi vida andan pasando muchas cosas, y creo que el tiempo que tendre para escribir aqui será menor, por lo que pido de antemano otra disculpa a todos los que lleguen aqui y sientan que esto esta totalmente abandonado (no lo estará).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a todos lo que en mi ausencia me dejaron buenos deseos y saludos por aqui, en realidad se agradece muchisisisisimo, inmensamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Feliz 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107382057210773624?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107382057210773624/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107382057210773624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107382057210773624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107382057210773624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2004/01/unas-disculpas.html' title='unas disculpas &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107113232392269969</id><published>2003-12-11T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:26:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>noches tan largas </title><content type='html'>te soñe, y me puse intranquila, no porque no hubiera querido que pasara eso, mas bien porque no crei que mi subconciente te extrañara tanto como lo hago concientemente.  y fue unos de esos sueños raros, de esos en los que no se si estoy dormida o despierta.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te veias feliz, esa parte me hizo sentirme bien, yo te veia como si estuvieras en tele, y tu sabias que lo hacia, mirabas hacia mi de vez en cuando, como diciendome: si se que estas ahi.   te divertias, yo me divertia viendote, tus ocurrencias y desastres.  estaba contigo, pero a la vez no.  un segundo estaba entre tus brazos, y el otro te veia desde lejos, un segundo acercabas tu boca a la mia, y al otro yo veia como besabas a alguien.  al principio fue raro, inclusive me senti incomoda de presenciarlo, despues de un rato lo acepte y con tan solo observar comparti tu alegria.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se porque soñe esto... no se si es cosa de que te extraño tanto que no me importa en que grado pero quiero seguir en tu vida... compartir algo, aunque no sea todo... tal vez soy una tonta, o tal vez te quiero demasiado que no soporto la idea de perderte y decir adios y hasta luego para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107113232392269969?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107113232392269969/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107113232392269969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107113232392269969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107113232392269969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/12/noches-tan-largas.html' title='noches tan largas &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107035410077517925</id><published>2003-12-02T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:35:53.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>se decide el futuro? </title><content type='html'>en tan poco tiempo se crean las ideas que nos duran por el resto de nuestro tiempo y es dificil cambiar de opinión ya que fue tomada una desición&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre se quiere sin pensar, pero me cuesta tanto eso... &lt;br /&gt;no puedo pensar sin querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por un lado vienen los sentimientos y enredos, por otro la razón lógica, ando en busca de un buen intermedio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107035410077517925?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107035410077517925/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107035410077517925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107035410077517925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107035410077517925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/12/se-decide-el-futuro.html' title='se decide el futuro? &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107035341412346582</id><published>2003-12-02T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:24:39.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>como en hielo </title><content type='html'>el frio entra hasta mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;una ligera humedad penetra&lt;br /&gt;ya no tiene remedio&lt;br /&gt;deje la puerta abierta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107035341412346582?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107015901366113111</id><published>2003-11-29T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T18:24:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mientras aqui sentada... </title><content type='html'>espero que suene el telefono&lt;br /&gt;que sea tu voz diciendo que vendras a verme&lt;br /&gt;que traes contigo sonrisas y caricias&lt;br /&gt;que estaremos uno a lado del otro sin decir nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pienso en que los detalles pequeños hacen falta&lt;br /&gt;una invitación a ver el aterdecer&lt;br /&gt;una dedicatoria de una canción cursi&lt;br /&gt;un abrazo para quitar el frio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo todo lo que olvidaba de ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107015901366113111?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107015901366113111/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107015901366113111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107015901366113111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107015901366113111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/mientras-aqui-sentada.html' title='mientras aqui sentada... &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-107014180875412786</id><published>2003-11-29T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T13:37:38.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que cosa tan loca </title><content type='html'>no me habia fijado en el nuevo anuncio que esta presente arriba del blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger es ahora parte de Google y la publicidad cambia.  Todos los habian notado menos yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sacó de onda abrir el blog y ver que en el espacio que permaneció mucho tiempo en blanco, ahora hay links, y no cualquier link.  Aparentemente Google busca dentro de mis post, algunas palabras claves y de ahi las relaciona con otras que pueden ser importantes o de interés tambien.  Que chistozo, no lo habia notado.  Cuanto tiempo llevan ahi los links? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me hubiera hecho muy normal ver un link a Björk, pero lo raro es que tambien me ha tocado ver link a Matmos, y Vespertine, y  no creo nunca haber escrito esas palabaras, pero es cool, porque ambos rifan y sería interesante seguir los links en los blogs de otras persona, asi como seria interesante que personas que por error llegaran a mi blog, siguieran los links aleatorios puestos ahi por google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son tonterias lo se, pero interesante... no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-107014180875412786?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/107014180875412786/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=107014180875412786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107014180875412786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/107014180875412786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/que-cosa-tan-loca.html' title='Que cosa tan loca &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106965828201724481</id><published>2003-11-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:18:43.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, ligero cambio de opinion </title><content type='html'>tengo problemas al tomar decisiones, eso se nota luego luego si se leen mis posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cierto, no quiero irme, y sigo pensando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero encontrar algo provechoso que hacer aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo pensando... pero aún no me iré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106965828201724481?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106965828201724481/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106965828201724481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106965828201724481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106965828201724481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/ok-ligero-cambio-de-opinion.html' title='ok, ligero cambio de opinion &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106965764262108718</id><published>2003-11-23T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:08:04.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No lo se todavia </title><content type='html'>Algo me dice que debo dejar de escribir aqui...&lt;br /&gt;tal vez sea que la razón por la que inicié ésto ya no la tengo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quizás es cierto que mi otra personalidad ya quiere que ésta se vaya de vacaciones, o que de plano se retire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sea que escribo mas si la cosa no tiene que ver conmigo y lo que siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mas seguro es que sea todo combinado, y que poco a poco vaya pasando  mas tiempo entre post y post hasta que llegue el dia en que no vuelva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En éstos dias me he de decidir, sólo me resta tratar de idear que hacer aqui, no quiero convertir esto en una página de letras de canciones, y ultimamente en eso se ha estado convirtiendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para los que saben en donde encontrarme fuera de éste blog, ésto sólo quiere decir que pondré más atención a lo demás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106965764262108718?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106965764262108718/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106965764262108718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106965764262108718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106965764262108718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/no-lo-se-todavia.html' title='No lo se todavia &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106882945891719705</id><published>2003-11-14T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T09:04:48.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naci testaruda y siempre lo sere </title><content type='html'>Let's unite tonight&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't fight&lt;br /&gt;Embrace you tight&lt;br /&gt;Let's unite tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bjorkspain.com/musica/tracklist/musica_u.htm#unison"&gt;Unison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(tomado de mi segundo sitio favorito)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106882945891719705?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106882945891719705/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106882945891719705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106882945891719705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106882945891719705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/naci-testaruda-y-siempre-lo-sere.html' title='Naci testaruda y siempre lo sere &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106882894029702690</id><published>2003-11-14T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T09:06:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>74 </title><content type='html'>Nuestros corazones latían con el mismo beat&lt;br /&gt;podia sentir tus palpitaciones lentamente ajustandose al las mias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106882894029702690?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106882894029702690/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106882894029702690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106882894029702690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106882894029702690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/74.html' title='74 &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106861853635710589</id><published>2003-11-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:29:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creo en ti</title><content type='html'>por mas que no quiero hacerlo, y que me digo que todo es pasajero, que en tu boca hoy se crean las palabras mas dulces y que con el tiempo me sabran muy amargas, que lo que yo creo que eres no es mas que una fachada que se irá deteriorando para después mostrar la verdad y que en tus ojos, esos brillos al verme no son mas que la esperanza de sacar provecho... creo en lo que me dices, no puedo evitarlo... si creo en ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106861853635710589?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106861853635710589/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106861853635710589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106861853635710589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106861853635710589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/creo-en-ti.html' title='Creo en ti&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106841020948414253</id><published>2003-11-09T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T01:14:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota: </title><content type='html'>Aqui te dejo mi plano, con todo y detalles de acabados y estructurales.&lt;br /&gt;Analiza el proyecto de lo que soy y quiero ser.&lt;br /&gt;Después me avisas si te animarás a construir, para ir aventandonos la cimentación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adicional:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de haberlo discutido con &lt;a href="http://norespirar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ivette&lt;/a&gt;, concuerdo con que será tambien necesario hacer un estudio de mecanica de suelos, un levantamiento topográfico, y de una vez vamos tramitando el uso de suelo, digo, si no es factible el proyecto en la zona, no tiene ni caso seguirle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106841020948414253?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106841020948414253/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106841020948414253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106841020948414253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106841020948414253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/nota.html' title='Nota: &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106840999210261252</id><published>2003-11-09T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T12:38:19.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No seguire por el camino que recorria </title><content type='html'>No mas desviaciones.  Mi ruta era otra y aunque la perdí por un tiempo y me ha costado regresar a ella, hoy la tengo bajo mis pies y lucharé contra mi misma para no pisar ni un segundo fuera de ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez los senderos que tomaba eran hermosos e interesantes, pero caminaba en ellos con demasiado temor.  Ese miedo a perderme en ellos tomaba posesión de mi y me evitaba continuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya regreso a la vida que un dia dejé... soy guiada al lugar en el que deseo permanecer eternamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106840999210261252?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106840999210261252/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106840999210261252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106840999210261252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106840999210261252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/no-seguire-por-el-camino-que-recorria.html' title='No seguire por el camino que recorria &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106840976860981022</id><published>2003-11-09T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T12:30:16.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui yo quien perdio </title><content type='html'>Diras que estoy loca pero lo pense. Lo acepté dentro de mi y lo deseaba tanto.  En esos instantes se dijo lo que mas he deseado pero no de la manera que solía soñarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis sueños van mas allá... incluyen el sol y la luna sobre un cielo indigo tapizado de estrellas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejaremos las tormetas con rayos y truenos por dias de cielo limpio y aroma a invierno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106840976860981022?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106840976860981022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106840976860981022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106840976860981022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106840976860981022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/11/fui-yo-quien-perdio.html' title='Fui yo quien perdio &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106687970289869732</id><published>2003-10-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:30:28.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestamente no </title><content type='html'>Nunca he sido de esas chicas que viven de la emoción del peligro.  Nunca me ha interesado sentir terror, ni todo eso que suele acompañar a ese tipo de emociones extremas.  Nunca he hecho cosas ilegales (al menos no concientemente). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De igual manera, nunca he caído enamorada de ningún chico “rudo”.  Tal vez puedan decir que soy aburrida, pero en verdad me atraen más los chicos serios y centrados.  De esos de los que una puede depender para cualquier cosa; ya sea para que arranquen sonrisas con sus comentarios, o para las caricias y palabras tiernas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mas seguro es que yo no tenga la menor idea de lo que estoy hablando, sólo se que para mi es más excitante la estabilidad que la adrenalina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106687970289869732?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106687970289869732/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106687970289869732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106687970289869732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106687970289869732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/10/honestamente-no.html' title='Honestamente no &lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106687966619880827</id><published>2003-10-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:27:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Días de reflexión...&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106687966619880827?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106687966619880827/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106687966619880827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106687966619880827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106687966619880827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/10/das-de-reflexin.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106593561437060369</id><published>2003-10-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T22:13:34.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no creo en esos relojes</title><content type='html'>para mi el tiempo es relativo... no quiero decir que no lo observo, sólo que mi vida no se rige por él... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será muy rápido... debería actuar mi edad... tomo demasiado en decidirme... no seré joven por siempre... ya va siendo hora de que siente cabeza... ahorrar para el futuro... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... no me siento así... todo llega cuando llega... no hay para que apresurar el caos... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106593561437060369?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106593561437060369/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106593561437060369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106593561437060369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106593561437060369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/10/no-creo-en-esos-relojes.html' title='no creo en esos relojes'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106576486138319597</id><published>2003-10-09T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:01:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;si si, es una &lt;a href="http://unit.bjork.com/specials/gh/SUB-13/index.htm"&gt;letra&lt;/a&gt;... pero la traigo desde hace dias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;your flirt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tu coqueteo&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;it finds me out&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me encuentra&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;teases the crack in me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me provoca&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smittens me with hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; me llena de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;probably maybe probably love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  probablemente quiz&amp;aacute; probablemente amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as much as I definitely enjoy solitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; tanto como definitivamente disfruto la soledad&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't mind, perhaps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; no me molestaria, tal vez&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spending little time with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; pasar algo de tiempo contigo&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; a veces, a veces&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possibly maybe probably love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  posiblemente quiz&amp;aacute; probablemente amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uncertainty excites me, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; la incertidumbre me excita, baby&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who knows what's going to happen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; qui&amp;eacute;n sabe lo que pasar&amp;aacute;?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lottery or car crash - or you'll join a cult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; loteria o choque - o te unes a una secta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;probably maybe possibly love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  probablemente quiz&amp;aacute; posiblemente amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;mon petit vulcan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mi peque&amp;ntilde;o volc&amp;aacute;n&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;you're eruptions and disasters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tus erupciones y desastres&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I keep calm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mantengo la calma&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;admiring the lava : I keep calm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; admirando la lava : mantengo la calma&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possibly maybe probably love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  posiblemente quiz&amp;aacute; probablemente amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;electric shocks? I love them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; shocks electricos? Me encantan!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you : dozen a day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; contigo: docenas al dia&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but after a while I wonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; pero despues de un rato me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's that love you promised me? where is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; en d&amp;oacute;nde est&amp;aacute; ese amor que me prometiste? en d&amp;oacute;nde est&amp;aacute;?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possibly maybe probably love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  posiblemente quiz&amp;aacute; probablemente amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can you offer me love like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; c&amp;oacute;mo puedes ofrecerme amor como ese?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heart's burned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; mi coraz&amp;oacute;n est&amp;aacute; quemado&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can you offer me love like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; c&amp;oacute;mo puedes ofrecerme amor como ese?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm exhausted - leave me alone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; estoy exhausta - dejame sola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possibly maybe probably love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  posiblemente quiz&amp;aacute; probablemente amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;since we broke up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; desde que rompimos&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm using lipstick again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; uso lapiz labial de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'll suck my tongue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me succionar&amp;eacute; la lengua&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in remembrance of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; para conmemorarte &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106576486138319597?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106576486138319597/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106576486138319597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106576486138319597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106576486138319597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/10/si-si-es-una-letra.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106507790612323365</id><published>2003-10-01T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:58:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y ahora que lo pienso</title><content type='html'>Creo que tengo varias cosas que agradecer, aunque trato de no aburrirme aqui con discursos largos y detallados, creo que los hechos recientes ameritan algo un poco mas por ese estilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En estos dias pasados han pasado cosas tan raras, de esas que nunca pasan, o no esperas que pasen.  La semana pasada me volaron el carro. Lo unico que me molesto fue quedarme esperando raites el fin de semana, el vehiculo en si solo lo apreciaba por eso, por el hecho de moverme de un lugar a otro, por hacerme sentirme libre.  Creo que los demas se sintieron mas mal por mi que yo misma. 4 dias despues lo encontraron, y despues de pagar gruas y corralones, el carro vuelve a estar en mi poder.  Si ya se me hacia que las cosas no podian ser tan malas.  Coincidentemente a un familiar (el que me dijo a donde debia reportar mi carro en San Diego) tambien le robaron su carro (pero al dia siguiente que me tocó a mi la mala suerte).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasando a noticias mas amenas, y viendo el recado que me deja la &lt;a href="http://www.septimosentido.blogspot.com/"&gt;Srita. Septimo Sentido&lt;/a&gt;, eso de ser arqui se hace mas real que nunca.  Mañana recibiré mi título (despues de un año de solicitarlo), y al fin podre continuar con los planes que traigo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lo que iba... Gracias a los que visitan este pedacito de espacio virtual, yo se que nunca digo mucho, pero hoy tenia ganas de hacerlo.  Despues de un dia de amigos y platicas largas, llegar aqui despues de varios dias y leer sus palabras es en verdad un honor.  Cuando empezé a escribir aqui nunca pensé que alguien mas leeria mis melodramas, ni mucho menos que haría amigos a raíz de ello (&lt;a href="http://mauroutoftime.blogspot.com"&gt;jijiji&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que hoy hablamos tanto de la vida y la muerte, de amistades y amores, futuro y familia, que llegue a sentir nostalgia por lo que hubo en algun momento en mi vida, e inclusive imaginandome en un futuro deseando haber aprovechado mas el momento que vivo ahora.  Tal vez por eso escribo esto ahora... jeje, creo que son cosas de la edad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D. Pensaba poner los nombres de todos aqui pero lo omití previniendo un posible error de mi parte al olvidar a alguien... asi que bueno, ustedes saben bien a quienes me refiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106507790612323365?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106507790612323365/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106507790612323365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106507790612323365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106507790612323365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/10/y-ahora-que-lo-pienso.html' title='Y ahora que lo pienso'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106478913445762276</id><published>2003-09-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:56:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni siquiera eso</title><content type='html'>Aun convirtiendome en peatón de nuevo, no hay otra cosa peor que no saber de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Extrañaré mi volante y mi musica a 70 millas por hora, pero mas tu compañia en esos arranques de vagancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Señores ladrones, regresenme mi vehiculo para llegar a hasta él.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106478913445762276?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106478913445762276/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106478913445762276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106478913445762276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106478913445762276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/ni-siquiera-eso.html' title='Ni siquiera eso'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106478182908024593</id><published>2003-09-28T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T13:43:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"It is darkness that allows us to see the light"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Naoyuki Shirakawa (The Cube House)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106478182908024593?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106478182908024593/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106478182908024593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106478182908024593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106478182908024593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/it-is-darkness-that-allows-us-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106419085722491198</id><published>2003-09-21T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T18:09:50.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No encuentro la manera</title><content type='html'>Porque tu corazón se acercó al mio y lo llenó de caricias y cariño aún en las peores condiciones y conciente de la confusion en el mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No importó nada, ni los dias, ni las horas, ni mi extraño comportamiento. Me envolviste en un capullo, alimentando mi amor, valorandome a pesar de que yo no lo hago, enseñandome que no es necesario el dolor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me falta terminar de asimilarlo.  Tanto tiempo creí en que las cosas eran de otro modo, que hoy tu calor me quema... necesito tiempo para descongelarme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106419085722491198?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106419085722491198/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106419085722491198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106419085722491198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106419085722491198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/no-encuentro-la-manera.html' title='No encuentro la manera'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106419022724444749</id><published>2003-09-21T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:23:47.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No dire nada mas</title><content type='html'>Se que siempre lo digo pero ahora en verdad lo intentarém aún más que en ocasiones anteriores, y multiplicado a la decimoquinta potencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre termino hablando de más. Olvido que a veces es mejor callar, escuchar, observar, analizar y razonar antes de abrir la boca.  Quiero ser mas lógica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106419022724444749?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106419022724444749/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106419022724444749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106419022724444749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106419022724444749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/no-dire-nada-mas.html' title='No dire nada mas'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106419005545615390</id><published>2003-09-21T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:20:55.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo me hace disfrutar el dolor</title><content type='html'>Yo misma me lo causo, es por eso que creo que aún no logro ser una persona "normal", de esas que perdonan y olvidan.  Nunca lo he podido hacer.  Si alguien lo merece suficientemente, podría perdonar casi cualquier cosa (casi) y eso que no soy de esas personas que consideran a la infidelidad la peor de las traiciones (hay muchas peores).  Pero nunca olvido cuando alguien me lastima gravemente, cada que veo a la persona tengo bien presente todo, no sigo triste o molesta, es sèlo una especie de letrero dentro de mi mente de: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PRECAUCION: individuo perdió privilegios de confianza. Continue bajo su propio riesgo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106419005545615390?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106419005545615390/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106419005545615390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106419005545615390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106419005545615390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/algo-me-hace-disfrutar-el-dolor.html' title='Algo me hace disfrutar el dolor'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106418976921138893</id><published>2003-09-21T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T17:16:09.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser lo que pensabas que era</title><content type='html'>Pero es difícil ocultar mis tropiezos.  Las heridas y cicatrices siguen visibles, aun sensibles al tacto, y es que cuando  comienza a formarse una costra, la observo detenidamente, pienso en lo feliz que seré cuando al fin se me caiga y no me esté molestando más.  No lo resisto, trato de arrancármela para no verla mas, para ser libre de ella, pero en el acelere del momento no me doy cuenta de que me lastimo mas y la herida vuelve, aunque diferente, pero igual... sensible al tacto.  Sólo cuando alguien me distrae lo suficiente, la herida sana y logra cicatrizarse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esas cicatrices las veo y recuerdo su porque, pero ya no me duelen.  Sólo están ahí, como testimonio de que fui lastimada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106418976921138893?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106418976921138893/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106418976921138893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106418976921138893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106418976921138893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/quiero-ser-lo-que-pensabas-que-era.html' title='Quiero ser lo que pensabas que era'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106266305033818011</id><published>2003-09-04T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T01:35:52.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desde que te vi partir lo sabia...</title><content type='html'>será que eres tu que no crees en mi... será que soy yo que espero demás... pero sin palabras, sin sonidos ni miradas... pasarán los días y te irás alejando... no comprendes lo que soy, ni lo que te ofrezco... sabes que no esperaré por siempre, aunque tenga necesidad... vivo del amor que me brindan... está en ti si lo prefieres olvidar... no veo lo que tanto temes... lo mas difícil quedó atrás... es obvio que no lo puedes manejar... creo es porque no te quieres entusiasmar... muéstrame que tienes detrás de tus ojos... quiero saber ahí quien está...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será que no estas preparado... que tampoco lo estoy... será?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106266305033818011?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106266305033818011/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106266305033818011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106266305033818011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106266305033818011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/desde-que-te-vi-partir-lo-sabia.html' title='desde que te vi partir lo sabia...'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106257638612431196</id><published>2003-09-03T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T01:29:57.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el dia se hizo noche, mientras te espero...</title><content type='html'>me dejé llevar, me quité las cadenas que me ataban a la norma... dejé atras prejuicios e ideas anticuadas... te entregué mi ser, mi alma, amor y cariño... mi cuerpo lo envio después...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes dame una señal, de que voy por el camino indicado... todo lo dejo por ti... pero no a ciegas, sin saber que me espera... tus palabras siempre escasas... tus caricias aún mas... cómo seguir algo que no deja huellas?... no me gusta tratar de adivinar en esas cuestiones, cuando se trata de ti y de mi prefiero que me digas si vamos lejos o nomas aqui cerquita... asi decido si le sigo y en que momento me busco un taxi de regreso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106257638612431196?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106257638612431196/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4126864&amp;postID=106257638612431196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106257638612431196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4126864/posts/default/106257638612431196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/2003/09/el-dia-se-hizo-noche-mientras-te.html' title='el dia se hizo noche, mientras te espero...'/><author><name>Murria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17550661491631625373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v23/chickazul/avatars/bjorkdotcom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4126864.post-106249199885198774</id><published>2003-09-02T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T01:29:25.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tu cara iluminada por la luz de la luna ha quedado impresa en mis recuerdos...</title><content type='html'>no pense... senti... como tus labios se acercaban a los mios y tus dedos recorrian mi espalda, como la primera vez... no corri, ahi me quede quietecita, esperando sentir tu aliento sobre mi boca... en unos instantes me convertiste en fuego y no encontraba la manera de apagarme... ya deseo estar entre tus brazos de nuevo, y que ese momento no pase, quedarme ahi para siempre, congelada... ser de ti, de tus manos y tus besos... estar a tu lado cuando despiertes para ir al trabajo... recibir tu calor en los ultimos momentos antes de que te gané el sueño y cierres los ojos para dormir al fin... y poder contemplarte mientras descansas... iluminado por la luz de la luna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4126864-106249199885198774?l=murria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murria.blogspot.com/feeds/106249199885198774/comments/default' 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