<?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-3425256341347831314</id><updated>2012-01-28T02:19:54.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medias para Ojotas</title><subtitle type='html'>Es la tercera edición de este blog. Cuando esté feliz, este blog desaparecerá.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-5508119603701864563</id><published>2011-06-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:41:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romina y yo</title><content type='html'>Romina y yo nos criamos en el mismo barrio. Fuimos a la misma escuela, en el mismo turno. Caminabamos el mismo camino de ida y de regreso. Las mismas cuadras, el mismo lado de la vereda.&lt;br /&gt;Romina tenia papá y mamá, hermanos mayores y hermanos menores, perro, gato, casa con patio y torta de cumpleaños cada año.&lt;br /&gt;Yo tambien tenía papá y mamá, hermanos mayores, hermanos menores, perro, gato, casa con patio y torta de cumpleaños.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo nuestro último cumpleaños juntas, a los 10 años, me dió un terrible dolor en la mandíbula de tanto inflar globos. Ella agrandó los ojos de preocupación, corrió a la cocina y le pidió a su mamá que me ayudara. A la vuelta me trajo soda, nadie supo hasta ahora que las burburjas me hicieron doler más.&lt;br /&gt;A inicios de nuestra adolescencia nos separamos. Yo comencé el secundario, con orientación comercial según consejo de mi tio: los contadores ganan bien- me dijo. Ella y su recuerdo quedaron atrás junto a los juegos de infancia en la plaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-5508119603701864563?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/5508119603701864563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=5508119603701864563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5508119603701864563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5508119603701864563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2011/06/romina-y-yo.html' title='Romina y yo'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-7381990003948870775</id><published>2011-01-08T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:51:22.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deseo frenético</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quiero&lt;/span&gt; un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurón&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para sentirme Jeniffer Aniston en Mi novia Polly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TSh5pZLg49I/AAAAAAAAAKE/CjZFS3krU_s/s1600/huron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TSh5pZLg49I/AAAAAAAAAKE/CjZFS3krU_s/s320/huron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559827492029653970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-7381990003948870775?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/7381990003948870775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=7381990003948870775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/7381990003948870775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/7381990003948870775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2011/01/deseo-frenetico.html' title='Deseo frenético'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TSh5pZLg49I/AAAAAAAAAKE/CjZFS3krU_s/s72-c/huron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-3769064791088528475</id><published>2010-12-13T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T06:59:56.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No es que odio el futbol, odio a los hinchas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TQY0ySkOfGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gH0e5fSGcNQ/s1600/4cfc12b1193cf_400_%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TQY0ySkOfGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gH0e5fSGcNQ/s200/4cfc12b1193cf_400_%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550181629362601058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6  style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;El  hincha de futbol es el personaje mas bajo de la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;Xenofóbico,  homofóbico, vulgar en su expresion, agresivo, machista (incluso si es  mujer), intolerante, arrogante.&lt;br /&gt;Me repele tan solo escuchar dos palabras  de su boca que a modo de balbuceo emite sin sentido alguno.&lt;br /&gt;Ejemplo de  la incultura argentina.&lt;br /&gt;Una verguenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-3769064791088528475?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/3769064791088528475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=3769064791088528475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3769064791088528475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3769064791088528475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-es-que-odio-el-futbol-odio-los.html' title='No es que odio el futbol, odio a los hinchas.'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TQY0ySkOfGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gH0e5fSGcNQ/s72-c/4cfc12b1193cf_400_%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-8496259156545993567</id><published>2010-11-01T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:35:45.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si pensara menos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si pensara menos y actuara mas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                         - Tendría los pies en el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Dormiría en el suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Tendría frio por las &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                               - Debería alimentar a alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;- Lloraría más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Me importaría menos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hoy vuelvo a ser blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-8496259156545993567?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/8496259156545993567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=8496259156545993567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/8496259156545993567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/8496259156545993567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2010/11/si-pensara-menos.html' title='Si pensara menos...'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-6182652729360984326</id><published>2008-12-31T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:52:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En el principio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-¡Pues bien, escucha patrón! Resultó que una mañana Dios amaneció aburrido. "¿Qué diablos de Dios soy yo que no tengo siquiera unos hombres que me inciensen y que invoquen en vano mi santo nombre para entretenerme? Ya estoy cansado de vivir solitario como una vieja lechuza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¡Ps!, escupe en las manos, se arremanga, calza las gafas, coge un terrón de tierra, la ensaliva, la convierte en barro, la amasa como corresponde, modelo un hombrecillo y lo pone a secar al sol. Al cabo de siete días, lo saca. Estaba cocido. Dios los mira y estalla en carcajadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-"¡Llévame el diablo si esto no es un cerdo parado en las patas traseras! No me salió lo que quería hacer. No hay duda, me he equivocado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Lo coge por la piel del cuello y le alarga un puntapié.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-"Ea, a volar de aquí, márchate! Ahora no te queda sino multiplicarte en numerosos cerditos como tú, la tierra es tuya. ¡Vete, uno, dos march!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-La cuestión es, mi buen amigo, que no se trataba ni mucho menos de un cerdo común. Éste llevaba sombrero blanco, chaqueta negligentemente echada a la espalda, pantalón con raya y babuchas de borla roja. Además, en la cintura (sin duda el diablo se lo había dado) un puñal bien afilado que lucía en la hoja esta inscripción: ¡Te abriré los hígados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Era el hombre. Dios le tiende la mano para que se la bese; pero se atusa el mostacho y le dice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-"¡Vamos, apártate, viejo, que pueda pasar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------o---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fragmento "Alexis Zorba, el griego"&lt;br /&gt;Niko Kazantzakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Este es un nuevo principio. Gracias por el libro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-6182652729360984326?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/6182652729360984326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=6182652729360984326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6182652729360984326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6182652729360984326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/12/en-el-principio.html' title='En el principio...'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-2857279269704922730</id><published>2008-07-03T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:59:07.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil viene, fácil se va</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2071/2319227847_9bb1204c8f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2071/2319227847_9bb1204c8f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos merecemos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;algo mejor&lt;/span&gt;, retumbó&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sonó  como un eco en la cabeza de varias personas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me abrió los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperté?&lt;br /&gt;Vos, él, ella, yo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Algo mejor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podemos acabar con el hambre mundial,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero podemos apostar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;querernos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meremos algo mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fácil viene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo no apuesto a acabar con el hambre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pero si a la paz mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Es menos utópico que apostar al amor de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos, él, ella, yo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Querernos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fácil se va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Michel, télèphone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Quoi? qui c´est?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- C´est Veronique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-2857279269704922730?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/2857279269704922730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=2857279269704922730&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/2857279269704922730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/2857279269704922730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/07/fcil-viene-fcil-se-va.html' title='Fácil viene, fácil se va'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-4432719537373003028</id><published>2008-04-28T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:00:10.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The milk of human kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Una gota de humana ternura"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vlady Kociancich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBa8u5snmEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-TnmvK5ONss/s1600-h/01.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194546734166415426" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBa8u5snmEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-TnmvK5ONss/s200/01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBa8u5snmEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-TnmvK5ONss/s1600-h/01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;En mi vida recobra sentido esta frase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento la &lt;strong&gt;soledad&lt;/strong&gt; de otras personas.&lt;br /&gt;Será reflejo, será intuición. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Todo el mundo ruega &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Suplica cariño. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pide atención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La gente está sola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBa-lZsnmHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTwdUvPWx4w/s1600-h/02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194548769980913778" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 86px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBa-lZsnmHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KTwdUvPWx4w/s200/02.gif" border="0" height="142" width="82" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Una cálida gota de humana &lt;strong&gt;ternura&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto para &lt;strong&gt;dar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta gente que no sabe que hacer cuando recibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No soy la &lt;strong&gt;excepción&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBbApZsnmKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0AMl01GuuDM/s1600-h/03.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194551037723646114" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 80px; height: 143px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBbApZsnmKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0AMl01GuuDM/s200/03.gif" border="0" height="131" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se &lt;strong&gt;escapó&lt;/strong&gt; un "mi amor" dos veces esta semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Luego vinieron las &lt;strong&gt;disculpas&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No sea cosa que nos ofendamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-4432719537373003028?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/4432719537373003028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=4432719537373003028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/4432719537373003028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/4432719537373003028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/04/milk-of-human-kindness.html' title='The milk of human kindness'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/SBa8u5snmEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-TnmvK5ONss/s72-c/01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-6843673356845805104</id><published>2008-03-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:09:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde que perdí mi sentido del humor</title><content type='html'>Ya llegan los 26 años. O finalizan, dicen por ahí.&lt;br /&gt;Estas ojeras las luzco con orgullo. &lt;br /&gt;Antes eran de estudiar, ahora son de salir a disfrutar de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Patas de gallo? no aún no... Irónicamente conservo algunos granos de adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un flequillo rolinga que me ajusto con invisible. Fue el resultado de una aburrida tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Así de poco me faltó para no cortarme el pelo entero, así.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me olvidé la billetera en casa, la re p....&lt;br /&gt;Suerte que tenia dos pesos en monedas.&lt;br /&gt;Disfruto del silencio y de tirarme en mi cama a mirar el techo.&lt;br /&gt;La música del tren que me despierta por la mañana. No me molesta. Es música.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, me molesta mi vecino aprendiz de canto. Bah! no me molesta.&lt;br /&gt;No me molesta nada, la vida fluye.&lt;br /&gt;Ya llegan los 26 años, bueno eso tal vez si moleste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="https://app.sightspeed.com/inbox/blog/1324/89plpiq4sf7e1qvnei2lnj3luay9vrpc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-6843673356845805104?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/6843673356845805104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=6843673356845805104&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6843673356845805104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6843673356845805104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/03/desde-que-perd-mi-sentido-del-humor.html' title='Desde que perdí mi sentido del humor'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-6102556136325459325</id><published>2008-02-24T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:01:37.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta letra me parte el alma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="file=48f1b92"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/localplayer.swf" flashvars="file=48f1b92" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="75" width="366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-6102556136325459325?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/6102556136325459325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=6102556136325459325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6102556136325459325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6102556136325459325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_24.html' title='Esta letra me parte el alma....'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-5406161959415108409</id><published>2008-02-11T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:49:06.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Te extraño como si me faltara un pedazo del pecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahora me pregunto, hasta que punto es amor y hasta cual obsesión?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ojalá hubiera algo que curara esto, ya hace mas de un mes y medio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A vos, te duele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-5406161959415108409?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/5406161959415108409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=5406161959415108409&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5406161959415108409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5406161959415108409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='..................'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-8077833060431562434</id><published>2008-02-09T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:29:04.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Más frases célebres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Cerrado como culo de muñeca (solo para diseñadores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Tecno II - jefe de cátedra) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Metáfora utilizada para señalar una trama de impresión de altísima calidad, específicamente autotipia, donde los puntos son tan cerrados que no pueden apreciarse si no se utiliza una lupa cuentahilos. La misma frase puede usarse en otros casos pero aquí vemos su aplicación técnica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R63GMvOWQQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8hmtRSUqSjQ/s1600-h/11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R63GMvOWQQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8hmtRSUqSjQ/s200/11.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165002269801201922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lupa Cuentahilos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(me salió $12,50 esta porquería)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Una buena sacudida te saca la tierra de encima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Venus de Jalea) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Puede aplicarse todo el mal sentido que se les ocurra. Otras frases muy populares de similar significado son:&lt;br /&gt;- un clavo saca a otro clavo&lt;br /&gt;- a rey muerto, rey puesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R63F_POWQPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HRkZ0CfIMJA/s1600-h/11.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-8077833060431562434?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/8077833060431562434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=8077833060431562434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/8077833060431562434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/8077833060431562434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/02/ms-frases-clebres.html' title='Más frases célebres'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R63GMvOWQQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8hmtRSUqSjQ/s72-c/11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-3082744610985299746</id><published>2008-02-08T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:25:35.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases célebres</title><content type='html'>De gente desconocida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Le di mi teléfono, no el tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(La Sueca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La pertenencia del número celular no pasa a ser nunca bien común entre huesitos. Pudiendo entregarlo en cualquier caso sin que ninguna de las partes se sientan afectadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Es una patada a la córnea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Petitbum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cualquier composición gráfica de extremado mal gusto produce una reacción dolorosa en la córnea de individuos con refinado sentido de la estética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- La ropa no es trola, sino quien la lleva puesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Petitbum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Evitamos cargar con el pesar del juicio moral de la trolez, pasando el peso a las pobres e inocentes prendas, las cuales no tienen voz ni voto ya que están regidas por nuestra déspota forma de actuar. Hacemos un llamado a la conciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡Voy a mostrar mi ombligo el resto de verano, loco hace calor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mi memoria me ayuda seguiré aportando. Invito a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ojo Loco&lt;/span&gt; y a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt; a que realicen sus aportes (ja! son mis únicos dos lectores!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-3082744610985299746?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/3082744610985299746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=3082744610985299746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3082744610985299746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3082744610985299746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/02/frases-clebres.html' title='Frases célebres'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-3213177416012290780</id><published>2008-02-03T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:07:05.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas para hacer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R6XJHJ38ZaI/AAAAAAAAADw/TsXzgV-qQ48/s1600-h/cosas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R6XJHJ38ZaI/AAAAAAAAADw/TsXzgV-qQ48/s320/cosas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162753672596972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estoy muy ocupada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chequeo mi casilla de mails tres veces al día:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Envío muchos curriculums, incluyendo trabajos que me quedan lejísimos (Córdoba Capital o Rosario)&lt;br /&gt;2) Leo todas las cadenas y aquellos mails que nunca me interesan (venia bailar a Villa Malcom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Organizo un viaje a Mar del Plata que nunca voy a concretar, porque no quiero ir sola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Veo medios de transporte que me convienen&lt;br /&gt;2) Lugares en donde alojarme&lt;br /&gt;3) Programo fechas y horarios de salida ficticias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Organizo un viaje de visita a mis primos en Uruguay, pero no tengo DNI&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Muchas menos ganas de viajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hago dibujos en el paint y me imagino a Frida Cahlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Leo libros amarillentos que están en la biblioteca hace añares:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Aunque vaya contra mis principios, leí Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;2) Mario Vargas Llosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chateo con personas que nunca veo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ni tengo ganas de ver&lt;br /&gt;2) Ni conozco tampoco&lt;br /&gt;3) Que tenia en el msn pero hacia mas de tres años que no les hablaba y los redescubro ahora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Desayuno en restaurantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pido un tostado, el cual no llego nunca a terminar (es el triangulito que siempre se comia otra persona)&lt;br /&gt;2) Me hago la interesante leyendo y dejo mucha propina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Leo Alternativa Teatral y envío curriculum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Casting pidiendo gente para modelar a cambio de un book&lt;br /&gt;2) Casting pidiendo bailarinas de tango a los cuales nunca me presento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Miro todos los días los horarios para anotarme en cursos de danzas esperando las fechas de inscripciones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) En danza Clásica&lt;br /&gt;2) En danza Contemporánea&lt;br /&gt;3) En el Teatro San Martin&lt;br /&gt;4) En el IUNA&lt;br /&gt;5) En danzas Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Busco departamentos para mudarme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pero no tengo un peso ahorrado&lt;br /&gt;2) pero no puedo pagarme el alquiler sola&lt;br /&gt;3) busco compartir departamentos con desconocidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Lloro un rato todas las mañanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Porque me empieza a doler el pecho, muy fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Voy a la facultad dos veces por semana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Me paso adentro de mi trabajo mas horas de las que me corresponde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a veces hago un curso alli&lt;br /&gt;2) a veces me quedo cenando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Actualizo mi blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me mantengo muy ocupada, por eso este es el post mas largo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-3213177416012290780?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/3213177416012290780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=3213177416012290780&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3213177416012290780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3213177416012290780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2008/02/cosas-para-hacer.html' title='Cosas para hacer'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/R6XJHJ38ZaI/AAAAAAAAADw/TsXzgV-qQ48/s72-c/cosas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-3234681688518951229</id><published>2007-10-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:17:16.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es un dia nublado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RxD8kM2CBxI/AAAAAAAAADU/dle2FyZ7V0g/s1600-h/punto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120870475173594898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RxD8kM2CBxI/AAAAAAAAADU/dle2FyZ7V0g/s320/punto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy dejé de ser especial para alguien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy estoy un punto mas abajo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy termino de caer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-3234681688518951229?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/3234681688518951229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=3234681688518951229&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3234681688518951229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3234681688518951229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoy-es-un-dia-nublado.html' title='Hoy es un dia nublado'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RxD8kM2CBxI/AAAAAAAAADU/dle2FyZ7V0g/s72-c/punto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-8206139299239404225</id><published>2007-10-13T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:56:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hable con ella</title><content type='html'>Pense una razón, al menos una linda.&lt;br /&gt;Solo recordé cosas feas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-8206139299239404225?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/8206139299239404225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=8206139299239404225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/8206139299239404225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/8206139299239404225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/10/hable-con-ella.html' title='Hable con ella'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-5678561191640282822</id><published>2007-09-30T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:31:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cual es la gracia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RwB37c2CBvI/AAAAAAAAADE/oAdh6fQlyjI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116221039931688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RwB37c2CBvI/AAAAAAAAADE/oAdh6fQlyjI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre trato de buscar el lado divertido hasta en el momento mas triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-5678561191640282822?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/5678561191640282822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=5678561191640282822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5678561191640282822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5678561191640282822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/09/cual-es-la-gracia.html' title='Cual es la gracia?'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RwB37c2CBvI/AAAAAAAAADE/oAdh6fQlyjI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-6047506471779406120</id><published>2007-09-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T15:02:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tus labios me dirán</title><content type='html'>Nada queda ya, nada por decir&lt;br /&gt;y aprestas tu a empezar&lt;br /&gt;y yo para partir,&lt;br /&gt;pero por mi amor&lt;br /&gt;callas el adios&lt;br /&gt;me pides el rincon para morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir,&lt;br /&gt;como una sombra tras de ti&lt;br /&gt;como un sediento soñador&lt;br /&gt;quise alcanzar tu amor&lt;br /&gt;para abrazar mi fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue,&lt;br /&gt;y entre mis lagrimas ahogue&lt;br /&gt;los dulces petalos de luz&lt;br /&gt;que desfloraban en mis cruz&lt;br /&gt;como un puñal tus labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ellos me negue a la vida&lt;br /&gt;por ti me resigne al dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy,&lt;br /&gt;que de rodillas a tu alma&lt;br /&gt;quiero amar tus labios&lt;br /&gt;me diran adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ellos me negue a la vida&lt;br /&gt;por ti me resigne al dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy,&lt;br /&gt;que de rodillas a tu alma quiero amar&lt;br /&gt;tus labios me diran adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Di Sarli Carlos / Marco Hector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No tengo más que escribir, esto lo dice todo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-6047506471779406120?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/6047506471779406120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=6047506471779406120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6047506471779406120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/6047506471779406120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/09/tus-labios-me-dirn.html' title='Tus labios me dirán'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-7957496888406820686</id><published>2007-09-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T05:06:23.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... pero aun ese alberga en mí esa estupida esperanza de que seas otro.&lt;br /&gt;Ese al cual me empujas que siga.&lt;br /&gt;Ese que creo ver en otra persona.&lt;br /&gt;... pero yo se que ese está en vos, lo estuvo algún día.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-7957496888406820686?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/7957496888406820686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=7957496888406820686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/7957496888406820686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/7957496888406820686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-3603353730535213730</id><published>2007-06-29T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:35:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Dónde estoy parada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RoXJIR_dHaI/AAAAAAAAACU/JDxrG0EZeG0/s1600-h/pies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081688898663161250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RoXJIR_dHaI/AAAAAAAAACU/JDxrG0EZeG0/s320/pies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y dejamos de pisar a compás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O nunca lo hicimos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y dejamos de compartir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O nunca lo hicimos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y dejamos de sorprendernos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O nunca lo hicimos?&lt;br /&gt;Y dejé de mirarme los pies para caminar y mire tu mano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y dejaste de mirarte los pies para caminar y miraste mi mano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya no me preguntes cuando te limpio el baño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-3603353730535213730?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/3603353730535213730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=3603353730535213730&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3603353730535213730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/3603353730535213730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/06/dnde-estoy-parada.html' title='¿Dónde estoy parada?'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RoXJIR_dHaI/AAAAAAAAACU/JDxrG0EZeG0/s72-c/pies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-7061301118416167482</id><published>2007-06-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:19:12.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papel de diario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RnSZrirrq0I/AAAAAAAAACM/pmu8LK_X4vc/s1600-h/perfil+gris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076851653276838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RnSZrirrq0I/AAAAAAAAACM/pmu8LK_X4vc/s320/perfil+gris.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy me siento asi de gris, asi de granulada, asi de porosa...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me voy a dormir sin desmaquillarme.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me voy a dormir sin abrazarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-7061301118416167482?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/7061301118416167482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=7061301118416167482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/7061301118416167482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/7061301118416167482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/06/papel-de-diario.html' title='Papel de diario'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RnSZrirrq0I/AAAAAAAAACM/pmu8LK_X4vc/s72-c/perfil+gris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-2217541368697752407</id><published>2007-06-12T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:30:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una verdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/Rm9yxyrrqtI/AAAAAAAAABU/1PIha4R8AKU/s1600-h/cielo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075401504813984466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/Rm9yxyrrqtI/AAAAAAAAABU/1PIha4R8AKU/s320/cielo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El cielo es azul por un efecto visual de los rayos del sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuando chocan con las moleculas de la atmosfera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋: ●๋:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es mentira eso de que el cielo es azul porque estás tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-2217541368697752407?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/2217541368697752407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=2217541368697752407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/2217541368697752407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/2217541368697752407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/06/una-verdad.html' title='Una verdad'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/Rm9yxyrrqtI/AAAAAAAAABU/1PIha4R8AKU/s72-c/cielo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-4184408738018281312</id><published>2007-05-27T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:11:10.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un complice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlorxC_yddI/AAAAAAAAABM/boGUfaui-y8/s1600-h/calle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069412452176917970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlorxC_yddI/AAAAAAAAABM/boGUfaui-y8/s200/calle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Deberia emborracharme.&lt;br /&gt;Emborracharme y terminar abrazada a un inodoro.&lt;br /&gt;No sin antes haber cogido con algun desconocido&lt;br /&gt;que seguramente no se haya lavado las bolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero mi tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo necesito un complice que me lleve hasta el lugar y me deje... el resto lo hago sola. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-4184408738018281312?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/4184408738018281312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=4184408738018281312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/4184408738018281312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/4184408738018281312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/05/un-complice.html' title='Un complice'/><author><name>Señorita V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlorxC_yddI/AAAAAAAAABM/boGUfaui-y8/s72-c/calle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-5217241711574502372</id><published>2007-05-24T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:34:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegué tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/Rm9zoSrrqxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s_nWeBEWsBE/s1600-h/T05.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075402441116855058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/Rm9zoSrrqxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/s_nWeBEWsBE/s400/T05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/Rm9zUirrquI/AAAAAAAAABc/_vVt9UTDHgA/s1600-h/T05.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo es amargo cuando se toma para reflexionar lo que dice un sentimiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo es figurativo cuando ya no te veo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo tirano, decide si te quiero o no te quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo simbólico es una excusa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy rompi mi reloj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-5217241711574502372?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/5217241711574502372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=5217241711574502372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/5217241711574502372'/><link 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type='text'>Volare .... ooo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlUQXy_ydZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BnkK5B_X-nk/s1600-h/3d+negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067974956687717778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlUQXy_ydZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BnkK5B_X-nk/s200/3d+negro.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barrilete, anocheció.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya no queda nada mas por hacer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Volvamos que el viento calmó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y las luces van a encender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17077012634094719017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/TM8-7uoo27I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A_9OvlwRkZU/S220/n1022692251_30237282_1693.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlUQXy_ydZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BnkK5B_X-nk/s72-c/3d+negro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3425256341347831314.post-7466988923318839981</id><published>2007-05-22T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:16:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volare...ooo I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlURdy_ydaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T66dOK7IDzw/s1600-h/3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067976159278560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0GTM4yDzrdw/RlURdy_ydaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T66dOK7IDzw/s200/3d.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siempre con una sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;Barrilete me desarma.&lt;br /&gt;Volando en la cornisa&lt;br /&gt;con el viento que desalma.&lt;br /&gt;Compramo una pizza&lt;br /&gt;y nos fuimo pa´l Malba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Es queso mos cultos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-7466988923318839981?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/7466988923318839981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Contursi</title><content type='html'>Qué noche horrible para mí.&lt;br /&gt;Todo en mi cuarto es frío;&lt;br /&gt;te debo todo, amor, a ti...&lt;br /&gt;desolación y hastío.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3425256341347831314-2176573554018858853?l=mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/feeds/2176573554018858853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3425256341347831314&amp;postID=2176573554018858853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/2176573554018858853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3425256341347831314/posts/default/2176573554018858853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mediasparaojotas.blogspot.com/2007/05/qu-noche-horrible-para-m.html' title='Un fragmento... 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