<?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-4194408057494630668</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:51:05.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmica.</title><subtitle type='html'>Wanna make some noise, even raise my voice, yeah I wanna scream and shout</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-942817475845517799</id><published>2010-02-26T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:46:52.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need you. Miss you. LOVE YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/S4iHFYN8NFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DacThMjsUuQ/s1600-h/buenosaires21+LA+foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/S4iHFYN8NFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DacThMjsUuQ/s320/buenosaires21+LA+foto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442748676147262546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.26.10 y ahora 4.09.10? si no los amara tanto, los mataría.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-942817475845517799?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/942817475845517799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-you-miss-you-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/942817475845517799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/942817475845517799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-you-miss-you-love-you.html' title='Need you. Miss you. LOVE YOU.'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/S4iHFYN8NFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DacThMjsUuQ/s72-c/buenosaires21+LA+foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-8859238193381789344</id><published>2009-11-19T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:44:45.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No puedo MÁS.</title><content type='html'>Odio tener que estudiar, odio que se me hagan tan largos los días, odio ser tan pelotuda, odio no ver a mi melli tan seguido, odio que Julián no sea el mismo de antes, odio que no salgamos tanto con las chicas, odio que los jonas todavía no vuelvan, odio que la vida así, odio extrañar tanto a mi abuela, odio no poder pasar hermosos momentos con ella, odio que me jodan cuando estoy de mal humor, odio no saber qué decir, odio que inglés termine el 16 de diciembre, odio no tener vacaciones todavíaaaaaaaaaaaaa, sinceramente puedo seguir con una lista de todo lo que odio pero me faltan ganas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio tantas cosas de esta vida;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-8859238193381789344?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8859238193381789344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-puedo-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/8859238193381789344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/8859238193381789344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-puedo-mas.html' title='No puedo MÁS.'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-7816769852042203439</id><published>2009-10-24T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:40:01.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you Nicholas. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SuO8wQwbFaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yiLoXOAHTgs/s1600-h/soshermosonick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396364315837797794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SuO8wQwbFaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yiLoXOAHTgs/s320/soshermosonick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is wrong but,I can't help but feel likethere 'aint nothing more out there.Thursday morning comes again and I can't,help but &lt;strong&gt;wish I could see your face&lt;/strong&gt;.I know from my personal plate &lt;em&gt;I'd be breaking all my rules to see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You smile that &lt;strong&gt;beautiful smile&lt;/strong&gt;,and &lt;em&gt;all the girls in the front row scream your name&lt;/em&gt;.So dim that spotlight,tell me things like 'I can't take my eyes off of you'.I'm no one special; just another wide eyed &lt;strong&gt;girl who's desperately in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt;And your photographs hang on my wall. SuperStar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning loneliness,comes around when I'm not,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dreaming about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.When my world wakes up today, &lt;em&gt;you'll be in another town&lt;/em&gt;. And I know when I saw your face, I'd becounting down the ways to see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You played in bars,you play guitar &lt;strong&gt;I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are&lt;/strong&gt;.And you'll never see sing me to sleep,&lt;strong&gt;every night on the radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-7816769852042203439?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7816769852042203439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-la-dedico-nicholas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/7816769852042203439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/7816769852042203439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-la-dedico-nicholas.html' title='For you Nicholas. &lt;3'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SuO8wQwbFaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yiLoXOAHTgs/s72-c/soshermosonick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-1934164450559961412</id><published>2009-09-18T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:53:59.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SrRVzUZ3kHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a_ljEiDALY8/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383021794753482866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SrRVzUZ3kHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a_ljEiDALY8/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando amas, amas hasta el punto de renunciar a tu amor, por tu amor ¿y cuál de nosotras haría algo así? No, porque nada nos alcanza, queremos que ellos renuncien a todo, que se sacrifiquen, que sean héroes para nosotras, y si no es así ¿significa que no nos aman? ¿Se dan cuenta? Nada nos alcanza.Porque el que ama, ama. Ama lo que le gusta, lo que no le gusta, lo que nunca le va a gustar. El que ama no es un perno quisquilloso como somos todos que siempre estamos ahí buscándole el pelo al huevo, la fallita para decir “ves, no me amas tanto como me decís, no me amas como me merezco, no me amas hasta el infinito”.&lt;strong&gt;El amor es entregarse, es que el otro sea más importante que vos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uno no encuentra el amor, el amor te encuentra&lt;/span&gt;, y cuando te encuentra te arrasa, te da vueltas, te vuelve de aire, y lo único que te importa es amar, amar de frente, sin razones, sin especulaciones,&lt;strong&gt; amar y solo amar&lt;/strong&gt; porque esa es la verdadera naturaleza del amor&lt;/div&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/4194408057494630668-1934164450559961412?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1934164450559961412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuando-amas-amas-hasta-el-punto-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/1934164450559961412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/1934164450559961412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuando-amas-amas-hasta-el-punto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SrRVzUZ3kHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a_ljEiDALY8/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-4638230002204169190</id><published>2009-09-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:45:20.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sos único</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SrRTdjyVYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ljTxsf8YEA/s1600-h/2676649096_7677cf294c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383019221902254258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SrRTdjyVYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ljTxsf8YEA/s320/2676649096_7677cf294c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got the news today, but they said i had to stay a little bit longer and i'll be fine. When i thought it'd all been done, when i thought it'd all been said, a little bit longer and i'll be fine. But you don't know what you got till it's gone and you don't know what it's like to feel so low and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everytime you smile or laugh you glow&lt;/span&gt;. You don't even know,no,no.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; You don't even know&lt;/span&gt;. All this time goes by still no reason why a little bit longer and i'll be fine. Waiting on a cure but none of them are sure. A little bit longer and i'll be fine. But you don't know what you got till it's gone and you don't know what it's like to feel so low. And everytime you smile or laugh you glow. You don't even know,no,no. You don't even know,know,know You don't even know,no,no (2,3,4!) Yeah! And you don't what you got till it's gone, and you don't know what it's like to feel so low And everytime you smile you laugh you glow, you don't even know! no! So i'll wait till kingdom come, all the highs and lows are gone.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; A little bit longer and i'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt; I'll be...fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-4638230002204169190?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4638230002204169190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sos-unico.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4638230002204169190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4638230002204169190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/sos-unico.html' title='sos único'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SrRTdjyVYLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ljTxsf8YEA/s72-c/2676649096_7677cf294c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-7119129585511851949</id><published>2009-08-23T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:29:48.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SpGKkA3QhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pci4CierifU/s1600-h/370x415diariodeunapasion300x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373228181741405362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SpGKkA3QhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pci4CierifU/s320/370x415diariodeunapasion300x350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El mejor tipo de amor es aquel que despierta el alma y nos hace aspirar a más, nos enciende el corazón y nos trae paz a la mente. Eso es lo que tu me has dado y lo que yo esperaba darte siempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-7119129585511851949?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7119129585511851949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-mejor-tipo-de-amor-es-aquel-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/7119129585511851949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/7119129585511851949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-mejor-tipo-de-amor-es-aquel-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SpGKkA3QhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pci4CierifU/s72-c/370x415diariodeunapasion300x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-4006462458881793023</id><published>2009-08-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:45:52.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las cosas que no se dicen suelen ser las más importantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-4006462458881793023?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4006462458881793023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/las-cosas-que-no-se-dicen-suelen-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4006462458881793023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4006462458881793023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/las-cosas-que-no-se-dicen-suelen-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-6327801749969041179</id><published>2009-08-20T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:47:57.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decidís algo y tu futuro va a ser de una manera. Decís otra cosa y tu futuro cambia. &lt;strong&gt;No decidís nada, y te quedas vacío.&lt;/strong&gt; Por eso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuesta tanto decidir&lt;/span&gt;, porque lo que decidís, es tu futuro…&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cada decisión cambia todo&lt;/span&gt;. No nos gusta elegir, rogamos, suplicamos,&lt;em&gt; deseamos que otros decidan por nosotros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-6327801749969041179?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6327801749969041179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/decidis-algo-y-tu-futuro-va-ser-de-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6327801749969041179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6327801749969041179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/decidis-algo-y-tu-futuro-va-ser-de-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-6285246686996291606</id><published>2009-08-14T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:48:40.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SoXmBPsV2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AttJzPwtiKk/s1600-h/gif+animados+brothers++blogswow+com.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NJJ (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-6285246686996291606?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6285246686996291606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/platoniclove.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6285246686996291606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6285246686996291606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/platoniclove.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-1823585680322085794</id><published>2009-08-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:21:21.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why?Tried to turn on the TV to get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling something deep inside that I just won't admit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't wanna commit (wanna commit)&lt;br /&gt;I just don't now why I can't stop feeling like this&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Does it make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Why?Tell me Why?&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see the storm's not gonna clear (not gonna clear)&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in my pain and all of my tears&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt so bad (why does it hurt so so bad)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Does it make me mad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-1823585680322085794?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1823585680322085794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/whytried-to-turn-on-tv-to-get-you-out.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/1823585680322085794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/1823585680322085794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/whytried-to-turn-on-tv-to-get-you-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-4653974357233588649</id><published>2009-08-03T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:33:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay cosas que se pierden y no encuentras un por qué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay obstaculos que pueden hacerte caer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay momentos en que te entran ganas de abandonar todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay siempre un sentimiento muerto en un corazón roto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-4653974357233588649?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4653974357233588649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/hay-cosas-que-se-pierden-y-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4653974357233588649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4653974357233588649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/hay-cosas-que-se-pierden-y-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-5672460624543307122</id><published>2009-07-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:56:50.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uno aprende a amar, no cuando encuentre a la persona perfecta, sino cuando &lt;em&gt;aprenda a creer&lt;/em&gt; en la perfección de una &lt;strong&gt;persona imperfecta&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(te robé la frase Aylu,&lt;strong&gt; me encantó&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-5672460624543307122?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5672460624543307122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/uno-aprende-amar-no-cuando-encuentre-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/5672460624543307122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/5672460624543307122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/uno-aprende-amar-no-cuando-encuentre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-2634973779097804532</id><published>2009-07-26T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:12:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/Sm0U1YV94II/AAAAAAAAAEA/b0msu7A-DiE/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/Sm0U1YV94II/AAAAAAAAAEA/b0msu7A-DiE/s320/mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362965638568337538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; someone And they break your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; don’t give up on love have faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;restart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-2634973779097804532?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2634973779097804532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-love-someone-and-they-break.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/2634973779097804532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/2634973779097804532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-you-love-someone-and-they-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/Sm0U1YV94II/AAAAAAAAAEA/b0msu7A-DiE/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-8133835048737816682</id><published>2009-07-26T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:49:30.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que no decimos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;¿A dónde va lo que querés hacer y no hacés? ¿A dónde va lo que querés  decir y no decís? ¿A dónde va lo que no te permitís sentir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos  gustaría que lo que no decimos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;caiga en el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, pero lo que no decimos se  nos acumula en el cuerpo, nos llena el alma de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; gritos mudos&lt;/span&gt;. Lo que no decimos  se transforma en &lt;b&gt;insomnio&lt;/b&gt;, en dolor de garganta.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que no decimos se  transforma en nostalgia, en destiempo. Lo que no decimos se transforma en error.  Lo que no decimos se transforma en debe, en deuda, en &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;asignatura  pendiente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras que no decimos se transforman en insatisfacción, en  tristeza, en frustración. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lo que no decimos no muere, nos mata.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que  no decimos se transforma en trauma, en veneno que mata el alma. Lo que no decís  te encierra en el pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo que no decimos&lt;b&gt; se transforma en herida  abierta&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-8133835048737816682?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8133835048737816682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-que-no-decimos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/8133835048737816682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/8133835048737816682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/lo-que-no-decimos.html' title='Lo que no decimos...'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-4453457653129829980</id><published>2009-07-26T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:43:50.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SmvdxK2oKWI/AAAAAAAAACY/gbR-UCA58Bg/s1600-h/nickjonasdog2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SmvdxK2oKWI/AAAAAAAAACY/gbR-UCA58Bg/s320/nickjonasdog2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362623618111514978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/Smvdwq30GxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FBCN7MOMgUQ/s1600-h/nickjonasdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/Smvdwq30GxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FBCN7MOMgUQ/s320/nickjonasdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362623609526557458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te digo que sos una de las personas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tiernas&lt;/span&gt; del planeta, me crees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Jerry Jonas !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-4453457653129829980?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4453457653129829980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-te-digo-que-sos-una-de-las-personas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4453457653129829980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/4453457653129829980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-te-digo-que-sos-una-de-las-personas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SmvdxK2oKWI/AAAAAAAAACY/gbR-UCA58Bg/s72-c/nickjonasdog2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-6038568165715132044</id><published>2009-07-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:42:58.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SmvbAvdR14I/AAAAAAAAACA/9JoAQKgtxeg/s1600-h/me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SmvbAvdR14I/AAAAAAAAACA/9JoAQKgtxeg/s320/me..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362620587100460930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; like a girl changes her clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-6038568165715132044?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6038568165715132044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-change-your-mind-like-girl-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6038568165715132044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6038568165715132044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-change-your-mind-like-girl-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SmvbAvdR14I/AAAAAAAAACA/9JoAQKgtxeg/s72-c/me..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-5738147048971440320</id><published>2009-02-25T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:11:49.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SachChvDF7I/AAAAAAAAABo/m2_Dkne-rxQ/s1600-h/con+aylu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307247013178578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SachChvDF7I/AAAAAAAAABo/m2_Dkne-rxQ/s320/con+aylu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mi amiga &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;más fanatica de Robert,&lt;/span&gt; le deseo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;los mejores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUINCE AÑOS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&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/4194408057494630668-5738147048971440320?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5738147048971440320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-amiga-mas-fanatica-de-robert-le.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/5738147048971440320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/5738147048971440320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-amiga-mas-fanatica-de-robert-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SachChvDF7I/AAAAAAAAABo/m2_Dkne-rxQ/s72-c/con+aylu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-6687889875123603989</id><published>2009-02-05T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:08:23.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpXy84r6rI/AAAAAAAAABY/yESIBKBBfIs/s1600-h/florr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144444403772082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpXy84r6rI/AAAAAAAAABY/yESIBKBBfIs/s320/florr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;felices &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;quince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; amiga del jardin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Graaaaaaaaaaaaaacias por todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-6687889875123603989?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6687889875123603989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6687889875123603989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6687889875123603989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpXy84r6rI/AAAAAAAAABY/yESIBKBBfIs/s72-c/florr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-2281490640480503887</id><published>2009-02-05T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:41:46.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Cullen;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpRg5nYyoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UJQzR-GN_EM/s1600-h/n1334712144_30214635_5597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137537218497154" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpRg5nYyoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UJQzR-GN_EM/s320/n1334712144_30214635_5597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpRMS5BLeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pInEVNAfs-E/s1600-h/1_508493946l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299137183226080738" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpRMS5BLeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pInEVNAfs-E/s320/1_508493946l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vos sos el &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;vampiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;más lindo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sin lugar a duda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4194408057494630668-2281490640480503887?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2281490640480503887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-amor-platonico-l.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/2281490640480503887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/2281490640480503887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-amor-platonico-l.html' title='Edward Cullen;'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpRg5nYyoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UJQzR-GN_EM/s72-c/n1334712144_30214635_5597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194408057494630668.post-6926954316815598685</id><published>2009-02-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:32:08.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amor, amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;En el ser humano &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;el amor&lt;/span&gt; se considera un sentimiento &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; En los casos más comunes es el resultado de una emoción basada en la atracción y la admiración de un sujeto hacia otro, que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;puede ser o no ser correspondido&lt;/span&gt;. Ello intensifica las relaciones interpersonales entre un sujeto y otro que, partiendo de su propia insuficiencia, desea el encuentro y unión con aquel que ha juzgado &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;su complemento para su existencia&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/4194408057494630668-6926954316815598685?l=mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6926954316815598685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6926954316815598685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4194408057494630668/posts/default/6926954316815598685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmicaaelaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-amor.html' title='amor, amor.'/><author><name>Mika.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqAVqqS9ZLI/SYpUuCnMArI/AAAAAAAAABA/nHHuETGe9Mg/S220/Dibujof.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
