<?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-5170085592574566528</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:04:24.007-08:00</updated><category term='Nuladas'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Escribo x Escribir'/><title type='text'>Cuando Pensar No Vale</title><subtitle type='html'>Cuando Pensar No Vale y las acciones Si. Cuando una accion es retratada en una Imagen de simple descripcion u observacion y un pensamiento puede ser mas que un libro o solo una palabra... bolg de ideas locuras sueños e imagenes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><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/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-7682389026628375570</id><published>2008-11-23T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:54:34.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey again</title><content type='html'>Pues si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   eh decidido borrar lo malo y tripear mi blog una vez mas...y por diooos como borre mierda y deje nulos (borre sus contenidos) los otros blogs de descarga, crítica literaria, comics, y de momentos emo, porque si todos tenemos esos momentos (aunque los odiemos ahí están)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   bueno este blog quedo con par de ideas unas canciones y un coñazo de fotos de carros imaginarios así q es posible q empezaré de nuevo con que no se veré que termino de publicar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    lastima q fantasmas rodeen este sitio y que solo al parecer yo lo lea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-7682389026628375570?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/7682389026628375570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170085592574566528&amp;postID=7682389026628375570' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/7682389026628375570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/7682389026628375570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-again.html' title='hey again'/><author><name>Andrew</name><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/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-589877594684575917</id><published>2008-06-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:58:39.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el top 10 de autos ficticios (q genial)</title><content type='html'>ok este es el top 10 de los autos ficticios segun &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/"&gt;forbes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empezamos con:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota comentarios geek de cada uno al final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Blurr &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AutobotFeatured In: The Transformers (1986)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Speed: 800 mph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Powered by: Energon-A robot refugee from the planet Cybertron, Blurr can transform into a car in order to perform his duties as a messenger.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Mach Five Custom race car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: Speed Racer (1967 and 2008)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 258 mph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Options include: Auto jacks, tire shields, homing robot, twin rotary cutting blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The Batmobile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wayne Industries Tumbler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featured In: Batman Begins (2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Speed: 220 mph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Options include: Armor plating, jet engine and front-mounted dual .50-caliber machine guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Dom's Charger &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1970 Dodge Charger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: The Fast And The Furious (2001)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top speed: 220 mph (with nitrous-injection)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered By: 426 V8 Hemi 425-horsepower (modified)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. K.I.T.T. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1982 Knight Industries Two Thousand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: Knight Rider (1982)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 203 mph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered By: Knight Industries Turbojet engine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Options: Turbo-boost, Sentience, Surveillance mode, Armor-coating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Lightning McQueen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sentient, animated race car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: Cars (2006)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 200 mph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered by: 750-horsepower V8 engine, capable of 0 to 60 in 4.5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. The General Lee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1969 Dodge Charger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: The Dukes of Hazzard (1979)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 200 mph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered by: 375-horsepower, 440-cubic-inch, Magnum V8 engine with racing carburetor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. James Bond's Aston Martin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2006 Aston Martin DBS V12 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: Casino Royale (2006)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 191 mph &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered by: 500 horsepower 6.0 liter V12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Herbie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1963 Volkswagen Beetle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: The Love Bug (1968)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 190 mph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered by: Porsche 356 engine (modified)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Drag-u-la &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Custom drag racer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featured In: The Munsters (1964)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top Speed: 160 mph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powered by: 350HP 289CI Ford Mustang V-8 engine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.forbes.com/media/2008/05/07/fast_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;notas personales&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. verga a ese autobot ni lo recuerdo hubiese preferido un bumbeblee del la pelicula del 2007 xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. ok si si si es el mach 5 ese carro es trampa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. batimovil el mas trampa de todos lo conduce batman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. es un auto nitro de una peli de carros chola q mas se puede esperar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. era el protagonista de la serie nadie se acuerda delos actores sino del pinche carro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. no tiene retrovisores es mi unica opinion. aunque ser pixar lo hace trampa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.npi nunca me gusto la serie la pelicula creo q del 2006 no la vi y jamas veria un remake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. ese carro es un 00 algo seguramente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.menos mal que recordaron a este y no al de linsey lohan este si era fino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. OMG! eso si es un carro xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-589877594684575917?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/589877594684575917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170085592574566528&amp;postID=589877594684575917' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/589877594684575917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/589877594684575917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-top-10-de-autos-ficticios-q-genial.html' title='el top 10 de autos ficticios (q genial)'/><author><name>Andrew</name><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/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-3005350552091008438</id><published>2008-06-03T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:57:23.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el señor jagger siemrpe de sabio - god gave me everything</title><content type='html'>You Can See It In A Clear Blue Sky&lt;br /&gt;You Can See It In A Woman's Eyes&lt;br /&gt;You Can Hear It In Your Babies Cries&lt;br /&gt;You Can Hear It In Your Lover's Sighs&lt;br /&gt;You Can Touch It In A Grain Of Sand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Hold It Right There&lt;br /&gt;In The Palm Of Your Hand&lt;br /&gt;Feel It Round You Everyday&lt;br /&gt;And Hear What I've Got To Say&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Saw It In The Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;And I Felt It In The Race I Won&lt;br /&gt;And I Hear It In The Windy Storm&lt;br /&gt;And I Feel It In The Icy Dawn&lt;br /&gt;And I Smell It The Wine I Taste&lt;br /&gt;And I See It In My Father's Face&lt;br /&gt;And I Hear It In A Symphony&lt;br /&gt;And I Feel It In The Love You Show For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Oh Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everything I Want&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Stop Can't Stop&lt;br /&gt;I'm Still Looking Now&lt;br /&gt;God Gave Me Everthing I Want&lt;br /&gt;Oh Come On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give It All To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy You Said&lt;br /&gt;It's All In Your Head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-3005350552091008438?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/3005350552091008438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170085592574566528&amp;postID=3005350552091008438' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/3005350552091008438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/3005350552091008438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-can-see-it-in-clear-blue-sky-you.html' title='el señor jagger siemrpe de sabio - god gave me everything'/><author><name>Andrew</name><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/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-7041961806024991949</id><published>2008-04-07T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:49:25.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Closer NIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;tu sabes muy bien que es contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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="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="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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You let me violate you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you let me desecrate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You let me penetrate you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you let me complicate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me I broke apart my insides, h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elp me I’ve got no soul to sell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me the only thing that works for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me get away from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to feel you from the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me closer to god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can have my isolation, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can have the hate that it brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can have my absence of faith, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can have my everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me tear down my reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me its' your sex I can smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Help me you make me perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me become somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to feel you from the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My whole existence is flawed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me closer to god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through every forest, above the trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Within my stomach, scraped off my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drink the honey inside your hive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are the reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stay alive&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/5170085592574566528-7041961806024991949?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-6707003105478747066</id><published>2008-04-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:34:20.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y bueee</title><content type='html'>Hoy escribes y volteas mundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; desatando tempestades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; con rayos que iluminan corazones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y nubes que oscurecen vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ojos de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Desastre biblico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-6707003105478747066?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-1902230512302443669</id><published>2008-04-03T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:39:09.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>ONLY   NIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuando hay cosas q te extraen de la realidad&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="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="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="center"&gt;I'm becoming less defined as days go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fading away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And well you might say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm losing focus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think I can see right through myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think I can see right through myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less concerned about fitting into the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your world that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it doesn't really matter anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(no it doesn't really matter anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No it doesn't really matter anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;None of this really matters anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I am alone but then again I always was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As far back as I can tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think maybe it's because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you were never really real to begin with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just made you up to hurt myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just made you up to hurt myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes it did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is only me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is only me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no fucking you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is only me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no fucking you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is only me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it's something bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I climbed through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I know why, now, now, now I know why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things aren't as pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only &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="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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-1902230512302443669?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/1902230512302443669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170085592574566528&amp;postID=1902230512302443669' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Nada</title><content type='html'>Cuando simplemte uno no quiere algo lo botas lo desechas o simplemente lo ignoras dejandolo en el piso de donde estes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi pasa con la gente hay veces que uno adquiere relaciones por simple ocio sociedad o algun motivo desconocido y tambien las desecha sin importar lo que la persona piense o sienta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo lo eh hecho todos en algun momento lo hacemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pregunta es que pasa cuando siempre pasa lo mismo sera que eres un trasto defectuoso simplemente te usan y botan como a la basura o solo es que no vales nada??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-8424260989270786285?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/8424260989270786285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170085592574566528&amp;postID=8424260989270786285' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/8424260989270786285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/8424260989270786285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/2008/04/trasto-basura-y-nada.html' title='Trasto, Basura y Nada'/><author><name>Andrew</name><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/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170085592574566528.post-6441760557652564880</id><published>2008-01-03T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:38:19.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escribo x Escribir'/><title type='text'>Cuando Pensar Vale</title><content type='html'>Edición 2, me refiero al segundo intento de blog q realizo, el primero no era mas q un sueño (fallido al parecer si lo recuerdan el pobre delorean ahora no es mas que chatarra cibernética creada por mi). Hoy veía Calico Electrónico (dato nulo y curioso hay tercera temporada y series nuevas en la pagina), por razones ajenas a mi voluntad no podía dormir, Hablaba por MSN con una amiga que creo un nuevo blog para olvidar cosas arraigadas a su pasado, lo abrí por curiosidad o cortesía son de esas cosas q haces sin pensar, Año nuevo vida nueva blog nuevo, si ella puede yo puedo, eso es darle a crear blog y poner datos y se acabo.. no es que quiera olvidar el año pasado, ni tener una vida nueva, solo deseo cambiar cosas, retomar otras y culminar las ya empezadas. no es tan fácil como la gente cree escribir para los demás, el temor a la critica destructiva (siempre hay un hijo de su mama que lo hace) o simplemente la falta de inspiración o ideas pueden ser algo perjudiciales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;así que este año comienzo con una democracia dictatorial, obligarme por voluntad propia a escribir, algo que me gustaba tanto en el pasado y que eh olvidado, que me genera alegría y tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Año nuevo Vida nueva Blog NEW descansa en paz delorean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thebeach.typepad.com/photos/wainui_beach_/wainui_dawn_27_july.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5170085592574566528-6441760557652564880?l=masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/6441760557652564880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5170085592574566528&amp;postID=6441760557652564880' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/6441760557652564880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5170085592574566528/posts/default/6441760557652564880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqimagenpalabra.blogspot.com/2008/01/cuando-pensar-vale.html' title='Cuando Pensar Vale'/><author><name>Andrew</name><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/_Z0d0nOA5NYw/Sgu5eD5qooI/AAAAAAAAACA/AQBbC_424z8/S220/3192_82361272300_563707300_2225205_7952066_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
