<?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-6794846889539944272</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:14:33.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>siempre se me kitan las ganas</title><subtitle type='html'>de vida y encuentros</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794846889539944272.post-7890565978343975844</id><published>2007-08-14T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:09:08.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5:30 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RsF85Egui1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/d0lnnDwa2eU/s1600-h/andreillia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RsF85Egui1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/d0lnnDwa2eU/s400/andreillia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098493573065509714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;hay canciones tan lindas en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;y hay tantos lunes a las 5:30 de la mañana pensando en nada y..&lt;br /&gt;en verda q no es q no piense en nada si no q pienso en todo.&lt;br /&gt;de pronto tantas cosas q no valen mi cabeza de las 5:30 de un lunes, ni martes, ni Wiercoles&lt;br /&gt;nose con q cara soy capas de decir: vive la vida vive cachantun.&lt;br /&gt;si soy capas de analizar hasta el ultimo paso q doy&lt;br /&gt;y lo peor de todo esq no me doy cuenta hasta q ya llevo tres horas pasando de un zapato en otro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794846889539944272-7890565978343975844?l=memoriadepezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/7890565978343975844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794846889539944272&amp;postID=7890565978343975844' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/7890565978343975844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/7890565978343975844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/2007/08/530-am.html' title='5:30 am'/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RsF85Egui1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/d0lnnDwa2eU/s72-c/andreillia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794846889539944272.post-2543816521704388350</id><published>2007-07-30T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:09:08.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de verda yo creia en esto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/Rq6rUEgui0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TRmRxwql57k/s1600-h/volar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/Rq6rUEgui0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TRmRxwql57k/s400/volar.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093196589899352898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;esto no es lo mismo, la verda es q nada es lo mismo si esta en la web porq tampoco podria desnudar mi alma tanto tanto como para q alguien la lea.&lt;br /&gt;eso se regala no se public asi porq si no ma.&lt;br /&gt;la vreda q no he encontrado una forma de exprecion completa y vidia.&lt;br /&gt;cuanod chika pensaba q si juntaba artos globos y los unia. eran capaces de llevarme a donde yo kisiera.&lt;br /&gt;era la forma mas facil de volar.&lt;br /&gt;y costaban 50 pesos&lt;br /&gt;y a mi me daban 100 todos los dias para mi colacion...&lt;br /&gt;siempre senti q era imposible juntar tanta plata para comprara tods los globos q necesitaba.&lt;br /&gt;pero siempre crei q era mi unica forma de volar.&lt;br /&gt;y tambien creia q subir una muralla no era imposible y q los adultos de verdad no creian en nada.&lt;br /&gt;pensaba q creedno en q de verda podia, lo iva a hacer... y me esforzaba caleta mirando la muralla cerrando los ojos y creyendo q  caminaba en horizotal.... y por supuesto nunca lo logre.... pero yo no sabi de gravedades. no nada de eso. no me culpnen por ello.&lt;br /&gt;pero sabi q loa adutos no creian en elllso y me miraban asi como q era un niña loka q no sabia de la tierra. y en el fondo sabi mas q ellos porq ellos no solo no creian en eso.... si no q en mucha otras cosas.... y soñar es parte de crear y pa crear  hay q creeer en tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creeer. y creeer..... y ser sencibles al rasociio de la tierra tb...&lt;br /&gt;en otras palabras...&lt;br /&gt;una pata en el cielo y la otra en la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6794846889539944272-2543816521704388350?l=memoriadepezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/2543816521704388350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794846889539944272&amp;postID=2543816521704388350' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/2543816521704388350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/2543816521704388350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/2007/07/de-verda-yo-creia-en-esto.html' title='de verda yo creia en esto'/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/Rq6rUEgui0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TRmRxwql57k/s72-c/volar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794846889539944272.post-8582953417167876284</id><published>2007-07-23T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:02:38.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apellido palta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RqWjnghuytI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IPrFWbczzvg/s1600-h/Imagen+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RqWjnghuytI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IPrFWbczzvg/s200/Imagen+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090654852953852626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;las personas aveces nos atraen por su forma de vestir, su manera de caminar tan colectiva o sus ojos agrandados de pez. de pronto por la mochila, el cinturon, los aros. que se yo tantas cosas.o solo una de ellas. de pronto y tb puedes durar ocho meses sin amar a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;es como q alguien te diga cereza, o tener apellido palta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6794846889539944272-8582953417167876284?l=memoriadepezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/8582953417167876284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794846889539944272&amp;postID=8582953417167876284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/8582953417167876284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/8582953417167876284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/2007/07/apellido-palta.html' title='apellido palta'/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RqWjnghuytI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IPrFWbczzvg/s72-c/Imagen+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794846889539944272.post-8016376432892904559</id><published>2007-07-23T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:16:27.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la vola de la UVA. los rayos ultra violeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me duele demaciado el estogamo.&lt;br /&gt;demas q hay dos niñitos jugando con nuestro mundo, sentados en otro mundo mas grande, como el video de michael jackson, osea nuestro universo de pronto no es todo lo absurdo q puedo imaginar. sino, mas absurdo aun. y los oyos negros?, y el mundo de wein?, y donde esta wally?...denante me fui en la vola de la UVA. el camino de la "uva". A que se referiran cuando dicen: vivir sanamente?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6794846889539944272-8016376432892904559?l=memoriadepezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/8016376432892904559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794846889539944272&amp;postID=8016376432892904559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/8016376432892904559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/8016376432892904559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-vola-de-la-uva-los-rayos-ultra.html' title='la vola de la UVA. los rayos ultra violeta'/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794846889539944272.post-7510822397851461048</id><published>2007-07-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:14:23.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RpG2ArplTwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y7L_7KAyeHE/s1600-h/100_6404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RpG2ArplTwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y7L_7KAyeHE/s400/100_6404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085045577111392002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;me gustaria un dia meterme en una burbuja de esas q keremos con la fabiola y quedrame ahi un par de dias y dormir y no darme cuenta de nada.y q al paso de los dias abra la cajita o la burbujita o la pelotita, asome la nariz y haga click con los dedos y todo vuelva a funcionar, y yo volver a ser una persona normal =). sin q pase el tiempo mas alla de mi mente. esto no deveria ir en mi fotolog cierto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794846889539944272-7510822397851461048?l=memoriadepezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/7510822397851461048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794846889539944272&amp;postID=7510822397851461048' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/7510822397851461048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/7510822397851461048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-gustaria-un-dia-meterme-en-una.html' title=''/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qNiuSnhPEaI/RpG2ArplTwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y7L_7KAyeHE/s72-c/100_6404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794846889539944272.post-663720952601037772</id><published>2007-05-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:21:02.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te iriai o te kedai hasta tener el cartoncito??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;siempre me ha gustado escribir y nose porque nunca pesque el blog y eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoy decidi hacer uno nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el viejo kedo pululando por ahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;calaberas y diablitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amorfamente puse: desea guardar los cambios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; y ya no puedo subir lo q keria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y mi papa me mira y me mira asi como diciendo indirectamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"desocupa luego al wea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asi q mejor me desaparesco un ratito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y acaba de meterce a mi cabeza la cancion de la javiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(como si la conociera de años y fueramo intimas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alacran q me gusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siento q alcran no se escribe asi nose porque se ve raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alavran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alacran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kiza es con k y h y doble n q se yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi novio no me llama&lt;br /&gt; y aca dele q llueve&lt;br /&gt;y estoy aburiida y mañana no kiero ir a clases.&lt;br /&gt;mañan debo ir a la marcha.&lt;br /&gt; mañana es la marcha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mañana voy a estar toa volada ajajajajaja puta q rico lo echo de menos.&lt;br /&gt;y la asamblea nose q pensar de eso la cosa es q ire como siempre a escuhar y opinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me echna&lt;br /&gt; me voy&lt;br /&gt; yashao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794846889539944272-663720952601037772?l=memoriadepezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/feeds/663720952601037772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794846889539944272&amp;postID=663720952601037772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/663720952601037772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794846889539944272/posts/default/663720952601037772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriadepezz.blogspot.com/2007/05/te-iriai-o-te-kedai-hasta-tener-el.html' title='te iriai o te kedai hasta tener el cartoncito??'/><author><name>flotar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07600264713232623496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
