<?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-6918774379677956232</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:57:32.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages</title><subtitle type='html'>Lo suyo era una adicción al drama, la insatisfacción brutal de quien lo tiene todo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>639</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4308806176945257263</id><published>2012-01-29T10:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T10:57:32.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Más allá del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cuando estoy con vos desaparecen todos mis miedos, todas mis tristezas e inseguridades. No puedo afirmar qué significa este sentimiento, no se si es realmente amor, lo único que se es que no quiero que nunca te vayas de mi lado, me haces bien. Siempre lo hiciste. Siempre estuviste, y se que vas a seguir estando. Es por eso que te quiero, es por eso que siento cosas que se que realmente son ciertas. Te quiero porque sabes sacarme una sonrisa todo el tiempo, algo que a todos les puede parecer muy fácil, pero las sonrisas sinceras son difíciles de mostrar. Te quiero porque con vos puedo ser como de verdad soy, y no tengo que ocultar mis sentimientos, porque confío hoy en vos más que en nadie, siempre lo hice.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sos una persona que de verdad me quiere, y que es capaz de hacer cualquier cosa para verme reír.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;GRACIAS&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/6918774379677956232-4308806176945257263?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4308806176945257263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4308806176945257263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2012/01/mas-alla-del-amor.html' title='Más allá del amor'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2270003940470867517</id><published>2012-01-27T15:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T23:38:47.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El mar arraza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Con el paso del tiempo, dejaré de sentir eso que los días fortalecieron.&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo al principio, a ese instante donde deseaba nunca más regresar, a ese instante donde el dolor se hace más fuerte que mi cuerpo y pierdo estabilidad. Donde me lastiman tanto que ni siquiera puedo encontrarme a mi misma, y sólo me oculto tras lagrimas, tras sueños rotos, tras una realidad que me abruma, tras un futuro incierto.&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento siento que los años retroceden, que todo el logro de hoy empieza de cero nuevamente, el amor me volvió a fallar y cuando crees que todo esta bien, nada lo esta.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando aparentas ser feliz, vives haciéndote preguntas que sabes que no tienen respuesta, y sin embargo intentas encontrar alguna para poder justificar tu dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Con un "estoy bien" intentas ocultar el vacío que te cubre realmente.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que todo lo que hoy sientes se irá, intentarás tirar abajo todo lo que construiste con amor, con tiempo, con paciencia, y aunque no quieras hacerlo, aunque sientas que fracasas, aunque te cueste asumirlo, aunque notes el esfuerzo, deberás hacerlo, y una vez que ya no queden sedimentos, estarás preparado para volver a amar, para rearmar tu castillo de arena.&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/6918774379677956232-2270003940470867517?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2270003940470867517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2270003940470867517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-mar-arraza-con-el-castillo.html' title='El mar arraza'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6331354602268798322</id><published>2012-01-24T20:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T02:10:46.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejar de amar no significa morir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miro por mi ventana, el viento la penetra y me choca la cara. Dirijo mi vista hacia el cielo, y puedo apreciar su inmensidad, aquella que alguna vez sentí que tocaba con las manos, pero hoy estoy más cerca del suelo que la última vez. Hoy apoyo mis pies sobre la tierra y me siento preparada para cualquier cosa, para lo que venga. El destino y el futuro son como una pregunta sin respuesta para mi mente, y son como el vacío para mi corazón, que apesar de todo, sigue latiendo, sigue en el mismo lugar que siempre y no muere. Debo admitir que no late tan intensamente como antes, desea tomarse un respiro antes de volver a amar. Le duele, entiende que el amor a veces duele y esa es su misión: latir mientras ame, latir por amor. Y a pesar de todo, no dejó de latir, no se resigna, lo que significa que todavía tengo amor para dar, y es por eso que sigue vivo, a flor de piel. Sigue esperando que entregue mi vida, que encuentre al verdadero amor y cumpla mis metas, y creo que recién ahí, luego de todas las tristezas y felicidades, luego de llenarme de vida, va a estar preparado para dejar de latir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-6331354602268798322?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6331354602268798322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6331354602268798322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2012/01/dejar-de-amar-no-significa-morir.html' title='Dejar de amar no significa morir'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6457383088457774246</id><published>2012-01-23T16:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:43:26.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L8BVpT5Gw8/TyLUJCd-ZmI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/huNKOxwIAFQ/s1600/407727_3149016205137_1257054850_3325462669_1013415454544671_5455n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L8BVpT5Gw8/TyLUJCd-ZmI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/huNKOxwIAFQ/s400/407727_3149016205137_1257054850_3325462669_1013415454544671_5455n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702353329950975586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuando pienso que no hay nada por lo que sonreir, ahí están&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/6918774379677956232-6457383088457774246?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6457383088457774246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6457383088457774246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2012/01/cuando-piensas-que-no-hay-nada-por-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5L8BVpT5Gw8/TyLUJCd-ZmI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/huNKOxwIAFQ/s72-c/407727_3149016205137_1257054850_3325462669_1013415454544671_5455n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3037442788611747368</id><published>2011-12-20T00:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:15:42.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;pero no se si tanto como me creo capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-3037442788611747368?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3037442788611747368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3037442788611747368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/12/lo-quiero-pero-no-se-si-tanto-como-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-7459832282095249013</id><published>2011-12-19T23:58:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:28:30.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pensar que nunca voy a tener lo que quiero. Cuando me siento bien soy tendiente a correr a ese cartel que dice "Mala Pasada" y me quedó ahí, esperando que me abran la puerta. Pensar que hubo y todavía hay veces en las que toco fondo, y cómo, cómo me cuesta entender lo que pasa, cómo es que no puedo ver nada más allá de eso: de ese gesto que me hace tan feliz a través de una simple foto, de ese momento que nunca voy a borrar del sector de mi cabeza al que llamo (gracias a Diós) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6918774379677956232-7459832282095249013?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7459832282095249013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7459832282095249013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/12/pensar-que-nunca-voy-tener-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-7198980818271067589</id><published>2011-12-05T18:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:57:47.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3oIjVEXj7Rw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-7198980818271067589?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7198980818271067589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7198980818271067589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/12/senores-yo-soy-de-boca-desde-la-cuna.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3oIjVEXj7Rw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1367277900413279665</id><published>2011-12-03T00:14:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:30:35.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNWucY9J4H4/TtmXdkkUc_I/AAAAAAAAEYk/wnsxxX7dZEM/s1600/IMG_0871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681738939192603634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNWucY9J4H4/TtmXdkkUc_I/AAAAAAAAEYk/wnsxxX7dZEM/s400/IMG_0871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;El problema no es durante el día, la semana o el mes. El problema se genera solamente en ese instante, en el momento en que cierro los ojos, y regreso, pero sólo por un momento, sin pretenciones. No deseo quedarme en ese instante por un largo rato, ni tampoco lo necesito (aunque si lo hice). Me duele, genera en mi cuerpo una extraña sensación, y una sonrisa de insatifacción, que me gustaría borrar para convertir en otro sentimiento: uno que estuvo guardado tanto tiempo, que pierde fuerzas, y que ya no tiene ganas de moverse del recuerdo.&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/6918774379677956232-1367277900413279665?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1367277900413279665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1367277900413279665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-problema-no-es-durante-el-dia-la.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNWucY9J4H4/TtmXdkkUc_I/AAAAAAAAEYk/wnsxxX7dZEM/s72-c/IMG_0871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3283660214006566123</id><published>2011-11-24T22:19:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:40:35.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cuando pienso en eso, vuelvo a sentir la sensación que me generó el momento. No soy capaz de describirla como buena, ni como mala, sólo soy capaz de describir lo extraña que me sentí en esa situación: intentando ocupar un lugar que no era mio, o al menos eso aparentaba. Su respiración, la sentía, chocaba con la mía, pero no estabamos destinados a respirar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Quería darle la mano y sentir eso que nunca sentí por alguien, deseaba que me transmitiera la sensación que esperaba, pero por más que tome su mano un millón de veces, no se si va a ser capaz de dármela, no se si va a ser capaz de dejarme entrelazar mis dedos con los suyos, no se si va a ser capaz de dejarme sentir lo que quiero sentir hace tanto tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero eso, eso mismo, y nada más. No pido otra cosa que no sea ese inexplicable e inolvidable momento que alguna vez vivimos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-3283660214006566123?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3283660214006566123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3283660214006566123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/cuando-pienso-en-eso-vuelvo-sentir-la.html' title='I need your soul'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5610338137603352993</id><published>2011-11-08T21:44:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:29:16.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); FONT-FAMILY: 'courier new'"&gt;futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-family:'courier new';" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-5610338137603352993?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5610338137603352993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5610338137603352993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/siempre-hay-un-momento-en-la-infancia.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4657127122655258042</id><published>2011-11-07T17:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:14:46.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OlZsZfXkYjk?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OlZsZfXkYjk?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-4657127122655258042?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4657127122655258042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4657127122655258042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2645696802966397751</id><published>2011-11-07T16:52:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:42:16.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QdXxFnBZQQ/Trg5JG6pC6I/AAAAAAAAEUo/xkvfLSddzjY/s1600/155704_1739452249562_1336331048_31874902_3833918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672346559311317922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QdXxFnBZQQ/Trg5JG6pC6I/AAAAAAAAEUo/xkvfLSddzjY/s320/155704_1739452249562_1336331048_31874902_3833918_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Es un sentimiento que no se puede explicar. Es un nudo en la garganta, y un dolor de panza que mata. Recordar es lo que me causa este dolor. Recordar lo que perdí, lo que encontré, y morir si vuelvo a perder algo más como en esta instancia. Recordar todo lo bueno, todo lo malo, pensar en lo que vendrá. Llorar. Creer que hay cosas que no se recuperan, recuperar lo que perdí. Es un juego, donde&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; sumo puntos y los resto&lt;/span&gt; cada dos segundos. Voy en negativo, y eso es lo que me causa el malestar que me gustaría borrar. Quiero crecer, quiero mirar todo desde arriba, poder entender, y ubicar ese lugar donde fallé. Retroceder el tiempo, cambiar. Regresar a donde me gustaría estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-2645696802966397751?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2645696802966397751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2645696802966397751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/es-un-sentimiento-que-no-se-puede.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0QdXxFnBZQQ/Trg5JG6pC6I/AAAAAAAAEUo/xkvfLSddzjY/s72-c/155704_1739452249562_1336331048_31874902_3833918_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-539318631950627530</id><published>2011-11-05T12:39:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:13:31.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIui7IltGMs/TrnTbKfMhuI/AAAAAAAAEX0/fZ_B1r4kyoc/s1600/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B011149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672797669274978018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIui7IltGMs/TrnTbKfMhuI/AAAAAAAAEX0/fZ_B1r4kyoc/s200/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B011149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creía que ya conocía el amor. Pero para tener amor no alcanza con &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uni1FHPlrVw/TrnTMQcffzI/AAAAAAAAEXc/paFkgYxl4Gc/s1600/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B06545460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672797413176213298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uni1FHPlrVw/TrnTMQcffzI/AAAAAAAAEXc/paFkgYxl4Gc/s200/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B06545460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sólo sentir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el amor es dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y recibir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rWl6gupIrKw/TrnROnE-3_I/AAAAAAAAEWg/zagKW6kohD4/s1600/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B011149.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el amor es incondicional, el amor es esa persona que a pesar de todo, permanece a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que no es fácil encontrar a una persona que te acompañe en la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_MYI3QqUGZQ/TrnRN03nr1I/AAAAAAAAEWU/_Qc2IKw0Vo0/s1600/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B06545460.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no es &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGgC_hC-YVk/TrnTEjo3PNI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/dbJ4Cy_TlWs/s1600/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672797280889421010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGgC_hC-YVk/TrnTEjo3PNI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/dbJ4Cy_TlWs/s200/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fácil encontrar esa "media naranja" que te necesite tanto como vos a él, es por eso que me considero una persona afortunada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/6918774379677956232-539318631950627530?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/539318631950627530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/539318631950627530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/creia-que-ya-conocia-el-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIui7IltGMs/TrnTbKfMhuI/AAAAAAAAEX0/fZ_B1r4kyoc/s72-c/micumple%2521%2521%2521%2B011149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-9117976860747336377</id><published>2011-11-04T15:55:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:15:44.401-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwOptZdWAMs/TrQ2dQ2bKCI/AAAAAAAAET4/zNhLP8SSi4g/s1600/tumblr_lryl2cxKFb1r3cpjno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671217707133642786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwOptZdWAMs/TrQ2dQ2bKCI/AAAAAAAAET4/zNhLP8SSi4g/s400/tumblr_lryl2cxKFb1r3cpjno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca volvimos a estar a solos desde aquello, a mirarnos sin que nadie nos observara, a callarnos y esperar que la química hiciese el resto. Nunca tuvimos el valor suficiente. Sólo nos dejábamos deleitar con presencias pactadas cuando los demás nos reunían en algún lugar común, casi siempre, un parque o un bar. Nos regalábamos algunas de las risas que antes hubieran hecho que esa noche la pasáramos juntos, y con las que ahora nos conformábamos para llevarnos un buen sabor de boca a la cama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Siempre pensé que había gente a nuestro alrededor que se estaba dando cuenta de que había alguna pieza que no acababa de encajar, que todavía nos brillaba un poco el alma detrás de lo que ocultábamos. No lo pregunté, y él tampoco, de eso estoy segura. Notaba que él se contentaba con que yo hiciera algún que otro gesto de más, se sentía fuerte, como que no había apagado el fuego del todo y yo todavía seguía intentando saltar por encima de las llamas. Él reaccionaba de formas dispares. O bien evitaba reaccionar a mis impulsos y hacerme sentir como la que perdió, o bien si yo llevaba rato sin dirigir la mirada hacia alguno de sus movimientos, corría a buscarme perdida en otros ojos o en otros labios, y esperaba una reacción. Que levantara la cabeza e hiciese alguna mueca que él pudiese traducir a su antojo en una respuesta que le hiciera feliz. Yo sin embargo actuaba por puro instinto, sin hacer caso a mis lágrimas de ayer ni a mis sonrisas de mañana. No tenía una estrategia definida y por lo tanto jugaba a tentarlo, a ponerlo nervioso, a casi todo, por tal de que él supiera que a pesar de todo, estaba ahí y seguía viva. Muy viva. Ese comportamiento me ayudaba a seguir pero me hundía a la vez. Quería resignarme, darle la razón a la indiferencia, que todo pasase a un segundo plano, que se alejase del protagonista y la escena principal, buscar en otros ambientes, detrás de los focos, entre bambalinas, en las tomas falsas o en otro punto de enfoque que no se fijara sólo en el drama argumental que hacía interesante a la película. Pero entendí que esa lucha era un acto inútil, una pérdida de tiempo. Que mi "yo salvaje" nunca dejaría que actuase la razón, ni daría un poco de lucidez a esa historia. Que por más que lo necesitara, yo quería otra cosa, quería el puto rojo en ese cielo, quería vendarme hasta el cuello y volver a caerme semanas después, quería experimentarlo todo hasta que acabase de matarme. Era la única forma de sentir. De no apuntar otro fracaso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-9117976860747336377?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/9117976860747336377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/9117976860747336377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/pero-me-enganche-el-como-quien-se.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwOptZdWAMs/TrQ2dQ2bKCI/AAAAAAAAET4/zNhLP8SSi4g/s72-c/tumblr_lryl2cxKFb1r3cpjno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2879748309032254326</id><published>2011-11-04T15:46:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:54:12.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Los dos estábamos seguros de que nuestra relación era perfecta, pero faltaba algo. Porque el amor necesita un &lt;strong&gt;equilibrio perfecto&lt;/strong&gt;. Es como el cuerpo humano. Puede ser que tengas todas las vitaminas y minerales, pero si hay un pequeño ingrediente que te falta, como la sal, por ejemplo, te mueres.&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/6918774379677956232-2879748309032254326?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2879748309032254326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2879748309032254326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-pasa-seguido-vos-no-vas-por-la-calle.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1140585135044787733</id><published>2011-11-04T10:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:57:06.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ykN5603jKQ/TrPu7_PL7XI/AAAAAAAAETs/fQa80VE8JM4/s1600/img_5544-cobrasnake_30235501_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671139070144408946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ykN5603jKQ/TrPu7_PL7XI/AAAAAAAAETs/fQa80VE8JM4/s400/img_5544-cobrasnake_30235501_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Aún sigo aquí, aún te espero, aún te siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1140585135044787733?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1140585135044787733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1140585135044787733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/aun-sigo-aqui-aun-te-espero-aun-te.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ykN5603jKQ/TrPu7_PL7XI/AAAAAAAAETs/fQa80VE8JM4/s72-c/img_5544-cobrasnake_30235501_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-950778692592097307</id><published>2011-11-04T10:34:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:05:12.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHkNnDIhw0A/TrPsvyn4vEI/AAAAAAAAETg/uCABllUpsjc/s1600/1397912961_7411e516a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Iba quedándose poco a poco sin aliento.&lt;br /&gt;Intentaba despertar, pero era imposible: &lt;i&gt;estaba sumergida en una realidad de le que nunca podría escapar&lt;/i&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/6918774379677956232-950778692592097307?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/950778692592097307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/950778692592097307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/estaba-sola-en-el-mundo-creyendo-que-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5127843293405757559</id><published>2011-09-12T23:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:55:07.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La obsesión existe, no lo va a negar una persona como yo, creo que sería gracioso. Obsesiones con mis uñas, con mi cara, con mis "kilos de más", la obsesión de creer que nunca voy a poder olvidar a las personas que amo. Soy de esas personas que creen que lo que se siente, lo verdadero, nunca se olvida, aunque te hayan jugado una pala pasada.&lt;br /&gt;Soy indecisa, un poco manipuladora, pero solo algunas veces, para conseguir lo que quiero. Me encanta que me sorprendan. Me encanta creer que puedo cambiar a las personas, aunque a veces me lastima creer en ciertas cosas que nunca sucederán. Me gusta ilusionar y dar, pero me siento mal cuando no soy capaz de llegar a mis potenciales, me siento mal cuando desepciono, cuando lastimo.&lt;br /&gt;Desde mi punto de vista, soy la peor persona cuando olvido el cumpleaños de un amigo, cuando no los acompaño al kiosco, pero bueno, cosas de todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cantar, es una de las cosas que más me gusta, cuando me siento mal canto y me olvido un poco de lo que me rodea.&lt;br /&gt;Soy de las que creen que algún día el amor salvará al mundo, pero bien en el fondo se, que hay cosas que no tienen solución.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5127843293405757559?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5127843293405757559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5127843293405757559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-obsesion-existe-no-lo-va-negar-una.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1120147126793787111</id><published>2011-09-12T23:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:53:16.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muchas veces te extraño. Y no me la voy a jugar a decir que es más de lo que debería, porque...&lt;br /&gt;¿quién es tan bueno como para medir eso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1120147126793787111?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1120147126793787111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1120147126793787111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/muchas-veces-te-extrano.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4341275792331675425</id><published>2011-08-06T17:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:53:46.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Siempre me gustaron las sorpresas.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustó esconderme, y que me encuentren.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantó soñar y mirar las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me gustó sonreir, e imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustó creer que podía volar.&lt;br /&gt;Quise cambiar la maldad.&lt;br /&gt;Creyendo que tengo felicidad de más.&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-4341275792331675425?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4341275792331675425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4341275792331675425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/08/siempre-me-gustaron-las-sorpresas.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8347478833758052910</id><published>2011-08-05T12:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:51:08.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Im here without you, but you are still on my lonely mind. I think about you and I dream about you all the time. Im here without you, but you are still with me in my dreams, and tonight its only you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637399734412046370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_b5ZIRaPPs/TjwRMLKC8CI/AAAAAAAAETA/egUJyI4O1gA/s400/IMG_3739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-8347478833758052910?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8347478833758052910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8347478833758052910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-here-without-you-but-you-are-still.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R_b5ZIRaPPs/TjwRMLKC8CI/AAAAAAAAETA/egUJyI4O1gA/s72-c/IMG_3739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8574431751732880465</id><published>2011-08-01T13:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:55:35.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do, and I've hurt myself by hurting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-8574431751732880465?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8574431751732880465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8574431751732880465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-sorry-for-blaming-you-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6959394696972110455</id><published>2011-07-28T15:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:37:12.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"ambos sabemos que nos pertenecemos hoy y siempre", esta fue mi última publicación hasta hoy, que escribo: "Ojalá no estemos juntos para siempre, porque podemos convertirnos en robots". Si señores, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;UNA TRAGEDIA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&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/6918774379677956232-6959394696972110455?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6959394696972110455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6959394696972110455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-te-tiene-pero-yo-soy-el-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4399570530212000582</id><published>2011-07-26T14:49:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:59:14.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hallan muerta a la cantante británica Amy Winehouse"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uTXynO9-3Q/Ti7-cwdlWqI/AAAAAAAAES4/qVG3kMYhC74/s1600/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane11_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633719953885846178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uTXynO9-3Q/Ti7-cwdlWqI/AAAAAAAAES4/qVG3kMYhC74/s200/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane11_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633719946774790594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-boi08bvCsDk/Ti7-cV-LQcI/AAAAAAAAESo/iLLIzb11iN0/s200/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane07_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV2o8HltxH0/Ti7-cJfAMaI/AAAAAAAAESg/H-hkfLzx69A/s1600/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane03_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633719943422816674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MV2o8HltxH0/Ti7-cJfAMaI/AAAAAAAAESg/H-hkfLzx69A/s200/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane03_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FL4N2Tehnu8/Ti7-cLer68I/AAAAAAAAESY/WLoPZ8vU45Q/s1600/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane00_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633719943958358978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FL4N2Tehnu8/Ti7-cLer68I/AAAAAAAAESY/WLoPZ8vU45Q/s200/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane00_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2O1MX8OHaTc/Ti7-cmfnV7I/AAAAAAAAESw/xRo8abTqZ9E/s1600/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane08_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633719951210010546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2O1MX8OHaTc/Ti7-cmfnV7I/AAAAAAAAESw/xRo8abTqZ9E/s200/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane08_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandes artistas cayendo bajo sus efectos nuevamente. Los más grandes se pierden, y dejan de brindarnos lo mejor que tienen, debido a la presión, los tiempos, las decaidas, las separaciones. Una más entre tantos. &lt;strong&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/strong&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/6918774379677956232-4399570530212000582?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4399570530212000582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4399570530212000582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/07/grandes-artistas-cayendo-bajo-sus.html' title='&quot;Hallan muerta a la cantante británica Amy Winehouse&quot;'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uTXynO9-3Q/Ti7-cwdlWqI/AAAAAAAAES4/qVG3kMYhC74/s72-c/AmyWhinehouseHediSlimane11_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2799955854815909435</id><published>2011-07-02T13:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:55:04.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPC992Qit3Y/Th2jlvXsUvI/AAAAAAAAERA/qNyUJr5b-8g/s1600/tumblr_lm6i43jz6T1qkyjoyo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628834978049315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPC992Qit3Y/Th2jlvXsUvI/AAAAAAAAERA/qNyUJr5b-8g/s400/tumblr_lm6i43jz6T1qkyjoyo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.&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/6918774379677956232-2799955854815909435?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2799955854815909435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2799955854815909435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/07/everyone-wants-happiness-no-one-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPC992Qit3Y/Th2jlvXsUvI/AAAAAAAAERA/qNyUJr5b-8g/s72-c/tumblr_lm6i43jz6T1qkyjoyo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1941903167886167844</id><published>2011-06-26T13:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:54:57.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKc_A4J0FjI/TgdjvQGhqjI/AAAAAAAAEQA/YzT6xgkVgno/s1600/3958665516_063e344582_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622572323222694450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKc_A4J0FjI/TgdjvQGhqjI/AAAAAAAAEQA/YzT6xgkVgno/s400/3958665516_063e344582_z_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A lonely road, crossed another cold state line. Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find. While I recall all the words you spoke to me, can't help but wish that I was there back where I'd love to be. Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around, when I'm much too far away. We all need that person who can be true to you, but I left her when I found her and now I wish I'd stayed. Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired, I'm missing you again, once again. There's nothing here for me on this barren road, there's no one here while the city sleeps and all the shops are close. Can't help but think of the times I've had with you, pictures and some memories will have to help me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1941903167886167844?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1941903167886167844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1941903167886167844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/06/lonely-road-crossed-another-cold-state.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XKc_A4J0FjI/TgdjvQGhqjI/AAAAAAAAEQA/YzT6xgkVgno/s72-c/3958665516_063e344582_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5999622144088471552</id><published>2011-06-25T23:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T23:05:30.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it doesn't belong you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5999622144088471552?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5999622144088471552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5999622144088471552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-doesnt-belong-you-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5418140674607599279</id><published>2011-06-21T09:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:35:14.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To lead a better life I need my love to be here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here, making each day of the year, changing my life with a wave of his hand. Nobody can deny that there's something there. There, running my hands through his hair, both of us thinking how good it can be, someone is speaking but he doesn't know she's there. I want his everywhere and if he's beside me, I know I need never care. But to love him is to need her everywhere, knowing that love is to share. Each one believing that love never dies. Watching his eyes and hoping I'm always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5418140674607599279?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5418140674607599279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5418140674607599279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-lead-better-life-i-need-my-love-to.html' title='To lead a better life I need my love to be here.'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-400121529827588335</id><published>2011-05-28T15:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T15:45:18.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U7t0o5hcOc/TeFAwUzjCeI/AAAAAAAAEP0/XMow0tB73Go/s1600/cumpleabu%2B084.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611837809643162082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U7t0o5hcOc/TeFAwUzjCeI/AAAAAAAAEP0/XMow0tB73Go/s400/cumpleabu%2B084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're a falling star, you're the get away car. You're the line in the sand, when I go too far. You're the swimming pool, on an August day and you're the perfect thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;When you smile at me you know exactly what you do, baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true: Cause you can see it when I look at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times it's you, it's you. You make me sing. You're every line, you're every word, you're &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well, and you light me up, when you ring my bell, you're a mystery, you're from outer space, you're every minute of my everyday. And I can't believe, that I'm your woman, and I get to kiss you baby just because I can. Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through, and you know that's what our love can do.&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/6918774379677956232-400121529827588335?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/400121529827588335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/400121529827588335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-falling-star-youre-get-away-car.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U7t0o5hcOc/TeFAwUzjCeI/AAAAAAAAEP0/XMow0tB73Go/s72-c/cumpleabu%2B084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5351449461737700179</id><published>2011-05-20T09:42:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:55:47.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608781201509803314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDhq_CGAlcM/TdZkyULhZTI/AAAAAAAAEPs/q1D0ym1g3zQ/s320/l_e01aa42d96f6453385b4b238240e3a7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mirar hacia adelante, continuar", todos solían decirme que era lo que debía hacer. Miré hacia adelante, continué apesar de todas aquellas cosas que me ocurrieron, pero soy la única que sabe todas las cosas que dejé en mi antigua casa. Hubo cosas que por más que intenté traerlas conmigo, por algún extraño motivo, no pude sacarlas de adentro, no logré sacar todo antes de que mi hogar se incendie. Se que nunca voy a olvidar lo que viví en ella, ni cada uno de sus muebles, ni cada uno de sus pisos, ni sus ventanas, nunca voy a olvidar lo feliz que era jugando en sus pasillos. Nunca voy a olvidar nada de lo que dejé y todo lo que perdí por una pequeña distracción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5351449461737700179?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5351449461737700179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5351449461737700179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/mirar-hacia-adelante-continuar-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDhq_CGAlcM/TdZkyULhZTI/AAAAAAAAEPs/q1D0ym1g3zQ/s72-c/l_e01aa42d96f6453385b4b238240e3a7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2584714881753756271</id><published>2011-05-18T19:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:56:24.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"JUST KEEP ON"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-2584714881753756271?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2584714881753756271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2584714881753756271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-keep-on.html' title='&quot;JUST KEEP ON&quot;'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5077016677591916327</id><published>2011-05-10T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:39:26.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will you stay awake for me?&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/6918774379677956232-5077016677591916327?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5077016677591916327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5077016677591916327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-you-stay-awake-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4065951330477547331</id><published>2011-04-30T10:09:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:59:17.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, BUT NOT WHAT YOU NEED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-4065951330477547331?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4065951330477547331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4065951330477547331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-get-what-you-want-but-not-what.html' title='WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT, BUT NOT WHAT YOU NEED.'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8851411406929854170</id><published>2011-04-22T10:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:50:21.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5nMsjtuCPo/TbGHji94SBI/AAAAAAAAEPM/CA5TXmT2FyY/s1600/cumplepap%25C3%25A1%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598404856549754898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5nMsjtuCPo/TbGHji94SBI/AAAAAAAAEPM/CA5TXmT2FyY/s200/cumplepap%25C3%25A1%2B050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vos te amo más que a nadie, me entendés todas mis reacciones, sabés lo que me gusta y lo que no, lo que tengo ganas de cambiar y no puedo. Me acompañas siempre, más que ninguna otra persona en el mundo, sabemos amarnos mutuamente, y lo hacemos a nuestra forma, &lt;strong&gt;siempre te voy a elegir ante todo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-8851411406929854170?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8851411406929854170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8851411406929854170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/vos-te-amo-mas-que-nadie-me-entendes.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5nMsjtuCPo/TbGHji94SBI/AAAAAAAAEPM/CA5TXmT2FyY/s72-c/cumplepap%25C3%25A1%2B050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5895976020907457165</id><published>2011-04-17T00:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:30:10.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8xg3vE8Ie_E?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5895976020907457165?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5895976020907457165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5895976020907457165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8xg3vE8Ie_E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3290637145736896088</id><published>2011-04-16T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:58:28.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es lindo ver como te consumís entero, entero de pies a cabeza, sin nada que te sostenga o te aguante un segundo más. Harto de todo querés emprender una nueva vida, aunque sabés que ya es demasiado tarde para abandonar todo y resignarte (una vez más).&lt;/em&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/6918774379677956232-3290637145736896088?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3290637145736896088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3290637145736896088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/es-lindo-ver-como-te-consumis-entero.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-56911193540965735</id><published>2011-04-14T19:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:28:08.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A mi solamente me pasan estas cosas, me gustan pocas bandas eh, pero nunca consigo una fucking entrada, o mis bandas preferidas vienen cada añosssssssssss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;THEKOOKSLOSESPEROCONLOSBRAZOSABIERTOS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SHHHHHHHHHHHIT&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/6918774379677956232-56911193540965735?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/56911193540965735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/56911193540965735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/mi-solamente-me-pasan-estas-cosas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1042499704798389285</id><published>2011-04-14T19:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:28:41.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZLNtXq94Ic/Tadzow_95RI/AAAAAAAAEOw/bIIwSldwkIk/s1600/The%252BKooks%252BKooks606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595568206216291602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZLNtXq94Ic/Tadzow_95RI/AAAAAAAAEOw/bIIwSldwkIk/s400/The%252BKooks%252BKooks606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nisiquiera yo puedo entender la forma en la que me haces sentir con tus canciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1042499704798389285?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1042499704798389285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1042499704798389285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/nisiquiera-yo-puedo-entender-la-forma.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZLNtXq94Ic/Tadzow_95RI/AAAAAAAAEOw/bIIwSldwkIk/s72-c/The%252BKooks%252BKooks606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8747299637502556715</id><published>2011-04-14T19:12:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:32:14.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zySBnnfZDXM/TadyF30aRhI/AAAAAAAAEOo/4h0tEe-OHyc/s1600/2j0fh2r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pasión.&lt;/span&gt; Está dentro de todos nosotros, durmiendo, esperando. Y aún sin desearlo, sin pedirlo, se desata, abre sus fauces y aúlla. Nos habla, nos guía. Las pasion nos gobierna a todos y nosotros obedecemos. Qué remedio nos queda. La pasion es la fuente de nuestros mejores momentos, la alegria de vivir, la claridad del odio y el éxtasis del dolor. A veces duele mas de lo que podemos soportar. Si pudieramos vivir sin pasion, tal vez encontrariamos algo de paz, pero estaríamos vacios, habitaciones vacias, destartaladas y húmedas. &lt;strong&gt;Sin pasión, estaríamos realmente muertos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-8747299637502556715?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8747299637502556715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8747299637502556715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/pasion.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-568318827488715563</id><published>2011-04-14T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:01:19.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Antes de olvidarme de todo tendré que visitar de nuevo los lugares donde nos amamos, a ver si soy capaz de despedirme de mi. Quizá en un pequeño arrebato intente apurar lo poco que quede en esas botellas que dejamos dormidas en la mesa de aquel bar, antes de que agosto nos dijera nunca, antes de la estupidez de continuar juntos por el temor a vernos solos. Te recuerdo como una alegría ajena pero como un desierto propio. Y no me extraña echarnos de menos si fue entre mis piernas donde conseguiste convertir la cama en un barrio en fiesta. Pero no bastó con eso. Nuestros temores vinieron a decomisarnos las certezas, a llenarnos de sábanas limpias y malentendidos. No bastó con hacer el boca a boca a nuestro pasado, no pudimos volver a ser los de las fotos. Fue por eso que un día me explotó en la cara la palabra adiós. Me marcho. Me marcho de mi, me voy a ser otra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-568318827488715563?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/568318827488715563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/568318827488715563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/antes-de-olvidarme-de-todo-tendre-que.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2825184176556418763</id><published>2011-04-14T09:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:52:38.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqe_kL3WRFc/TabzJY1pndI/AAAAAAAAEOg/RWf04Pk9PKc/s1600/NY%2Bde%2Bnoche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595426929666268626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqe_kL3WRFc/TabzJY1pndI/AAAAAAAAEOg/RWf04Pk9PKc/s400/NY%2Bde%2Bnoche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Estoy cansado de bares, de besos sin nombre, de no ver al amor entre tantos amores. Cansado de amantes de temporada y caricias aceleradas. Hablo de esas noches que dejan el cadáver de la pasión al amanecer y el arrepentimiento del día siguiente cuando la vida no huele a Chanel sino a despojos y desencanto. Es así. Tú ya no serás tan bonita como anoche y quizá ni esperes que me despida con un "te llamaré". La belleza pasará de largo y no dejará huella el paso de su cuello por mi almohada. Ni una huella visible quedará de esas noches en que duermes acompañado pero solo, con alguien pero solo. Eso sábados dejarán como única herencia heridas invisibles. Y suele pasar que al día siguiente cuando ella ya no está te ves queriendo huir pero sin saber de qué y entonces lo entiendes: ningún viaje fugaz entre unas piernas puede darte eso que buscas. Si. Es entonces cuando realmente lo entiendes: el amor consiste en una cara donde quedarse a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-2825184176556418763?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2825184176556418763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2825184176556418763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/estoy-cansado-de-bares-de-besos-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqe_kL3WRFc/TabzJY1pndI/AAAAAAAAEOg/RWf04Pk9PKc/s72-c/NY%2Bde%2Bnoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4280500492775047928</id><published>2011-04-14T09:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:32:36.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1-9l-JSoRk/TabxyncOFcI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/VxAlmQqVDgk/s1600/lara_stone_by_MARIO_SORRENTI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595425438937519554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1-9l-JSoRk/TabxyncOFcI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/VxAlmQqVDgk/s400/lara_stone_by_MARIO_SORRENTI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le pregunto por qué llora si me acaba de contar que conoció al hombre de su vida. Entonces, se limpia los mocos, se ríe y me dice que no sabe si es tan así, "el hombre de su vida". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¿Acaso lo sabemos? Pero ella llora por comparación. Y cae en la frase hecha de que las comparaciones son odiosas pero inevitables."¿Y qué comparás?", le pregunto. Y ella, que es mi amiga desde hace añares y que, cuando llora y se ríe al mismo tiempo, me hace sentir que la quiero tanto o más que cuando la conocí en cuarto grado, me dice: "Lo comparo con mi ex. Viví tantos años de descuido creyendo que eso era estar en pareja que ahora no puedo creer cómo, a esta edad, descubro que hay tipos buenos, de esos que están pendientes de que una esté bien, que te llevan el desayuno a la cama, te abren las puertas del auto, que pueden estar horas y horas acariciándote la nuca sin querer sexo -porque entienden que ese día estás agotada-, que cuando tenés sexo te hacen ver las estrellas, que te dan sin esperar nada a cambio, que siempre están ahí, al pie del cañón, para llevarte, traerte, mimarte. Hombres buenos, Feli. Como Charlie, ¿viste?". Charlie es el marido de Teresa, otra de nuestras amigas. El marido ideal entre los maridos de nuestro grupo. Charlie es un tipo bueno. Así de simple, como suena. Pero por alguna extraña razón de esta sociedad moderna, los términos "bueno" y "boludo" parecieron juntarse para confundirnos en nuestras elecciones. No sé bien cuándo fue eso, pero se posicionaron juntos en nuestro cerebro. Entonces, buscamos hombres cancheros, superados, galanes, buenos mozos... pura cáscara con el paso del tiempo. Hay que buscar hombres buenos (que, entendámoslo de una vez: de boludos no tienen nada) de esos que puedan reconocer la verdadera esencia femenina. ¿Existen? Yo creo que sí y más de lo que nosotras creemos. Lo que pasa es que seguimos buscando a los cancheros, superados, galanes, buenos mozos... A mi amiga, los ojitos se le ponen como un dique de contención a punto de estallar mientras me cuenta que su psicóloga le recomendó abrazar a esa mujer/niña que llora, hacerle un mimo y reconciliarse con ella misma por haberse permitido tantos años de desamor. Lo bueno, le digo, es que ya encontró a ese tipo bueno que la hace feliz. Y si bien, no es correcto delegar en otro nuestra propia felicidad, contar con alguien en quien descansar es realmente maravilloso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-4280500492775047928?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4280500492775047928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4280500492775047928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/le-pregunto-por-que-llora-si-me-acaba.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1-9l-JSoRk/TabxyncOFcI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/VxAlmQqVDgk/s72-c/lara_stone_by_MARIO_SORRENTI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3346590755553926186</id><published>2011-04-14T09:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:47:26.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;El mejor regalo que le puedes dar a alguien es tu &lt;strong&gt;TIEMPO&lt;/strong&gt;, porque puedes producir más dinero, pero no más tiempo. Cada vez que le dedicas tiempo a alguien, le das una porción de tu vida que nunca podrás recuperar.&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/6918774379677956232-3346590755553926186?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3346590755553926186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3346590755553926186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/el-mejor-regalo-que-le-puedes-dar.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-908063982492159216</id><published>2011-04-14T09:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:45:30.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Lucha por lo que quieres y lo conseguirás"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mentira. Lucha por lo que quieres, y así tendrás más posibilidades de conseguirlo que si te quedas tumbada en el sofá. Pero la lucha no asegura nada, ni siquiera la satisfacción personal de haberlo intentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Ya lo superarás, ya aprenderás a vivir con ello"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mentira. Nunca se aprende a vivir con el dolor. El dolor no es un compañero de vida al que nos costumbremos, al que cojamos cariño cuando ya llevamos un determinado tiempo. El dolor escuece hasta que encuentra su sitio, y cuando lo encuentra y crees que todos esos incultos llevaban razón, el dolor sale de ese rinconcito para meterse en otro, y vuelve a quebrarte todo el cuerpo, quemándote cada zona por la que pasa, arrasando con todo hasta que por fin se coloca donde ya no duele, y vuelta a empezar.&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/6918774379677956232-908063982492159216?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/908063982492159216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/908063982492159216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/lucha-por-lo-que-quieres-y-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2883058038205973962</id><published>2011-04-13T09:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:01:45.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzUHk3K8Qng/TabyA6OgCiI/AAAAAAAAEOY/FckxzCHYp7Y/s1600/3797208680_46aab4e894_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595425684498418210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzUHk3K8Qng/TabyA6OgCiI/AAAAAAAAEOY/FckxzCHYp7Y/s400/3797208680_46aab4e894_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya no importan las medidas, los límites. No existen y nunca existieron. Al principio quizás tenía algún tipo de criterio para justificarme y medirme, pero ahora ya no. Ya no importa ni cómo. No interesa el medio. Sólo el logro. Sólo la satisfacción personal que nunca tuve. Apesar de sentir no lograrlo. No importa cómo sea, pero que de cualquier modo, forma y característica, SEA.&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/6918774379677956232-2883058038205973962?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2883058038205973962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2883058038205973962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/el-verbo-extranar-puedo-utilizarlo-como.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzUHk3K8Qng/TabyA6OgCiI/AAAAAAAAEOY/FckxzCHYp7Y/s72-c/3797208680_46aab4e894_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-67596394560430050</id><published>2011-03-31T15:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:44:17.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman said:-It was very hard. Sometimes I think and say: Oh!, I will never forget him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-67596394560430050?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/67596394560430050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/67596394560430050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-was-very-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2003098333481395356</id><published>2011-03-25T20:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:52:58.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOY es un buen momento para tomar un descanso, respirar, y reiniciar&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/6918774379677956232-2003098333481395356?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2003098333481395356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2003098333481395356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-find-someone-else-it-could-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4413363682810563374</id><published>2011-03-11T00:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:17:04.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Me encanta conocer hasta el ritmo de tu respiración entrecortada, y me encanta saber que siempre voy a hacerlo sin olvidarme ni un detalle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-4413363682810563374?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4413363682810563374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4413363682810563374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-encanta-conocer-hasta-el-ritmo-de-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1685213470088670182</id><published>2011-03-09T15:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:00:56.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No se porqué te heché y te sigo hechando la culpa de tanto, todo este tiempo. Yo fui la que pensó cosas que no tenía que pensar y creyó en lo que no debía creer, yo fui la que vivía imaginando e idolatrando lo que no existía, lo que nunca existió.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1685213470088670182?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1685213470088670182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1685213470088670182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-se-porque-te-heche-y-te-sigo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4505287943916511950</id><published>2011-03-04T13:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:10:45.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You never really knew me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-4505287943916511950?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4505287943916511950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4505287943916511950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-never-really-knew-me-lot_728.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3327146435996276565</id><published>2011-03-03T01:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:43:18.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca pensé que iba a poder.&lt;/em&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/6918774379677956232-3327146435996276565?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3327146435996276565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3327146435996276565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/nunca-pense-que-iba-llegar-amar-de-una.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3474323757033164504</id><published>2011-03-03T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:03:30.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPfMucZVeHc/TW8S_vxwAhI/AAAAAAAAENo/WOIA6HKu8D0/s1600/matthew-fox074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPfMucZVeHc/TW8S_vxwAhI/AAAAAAAAENo/WOIA6HKu8D0/s400/matthew-fox074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579699349701526034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;You have to push me through the problems, I need a bit of breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-3474323757033164504?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3474323757033164504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3474323757033164504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-have-to-push-me-through-problems-i.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OPfMucZVeHc/TW8S_vxwAhI/AAAAAAAAENo/WOIA6HKu8D0/s72-c/matthew-fox074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4216753079169071775</id><published>2011-03-01T17:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:03:03.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ONLY TRUTH IS WHAT YOU FEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ommes-nous les jouets du destin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;While I breathe, I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Alea Jacta Est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVE TOGETHER, DIE ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;LET IT BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Quod me nutrit me destruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages&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/6918774379677956232-4216753079169071775?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4216753079169071775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4216753079169071775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/only-truth-is-what-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6158236355547044772</id><published>2011-03-01T16:28:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:38:00.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrQwpcnr-yQ/TW1KbPgQ41I/AAAAAAAAENM/3Zf0p4xEPbY/s1600/normal_002_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579197345260692306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrQwpcnr-yQ/TW1KbPgQ41I/AAAAAAAAENM/3Zf0p4xEPbY/s400/normal_002_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Es fácil pensar en otras cosas teniendo una distracción Pero cuando dormís, ya nada te distrae, te relajás, y soñás con lo que tenés que soñar. Te levantás pensando en el por qué de esos sueños, en el por qué de esos recuerdos que "creías" haber superado, que "creías" haber olvidado. Es cierto, solamente lo creías, fueron fuertes y nunca los olvidarás, tan sólo los dejarás pasar, tan solo los obviarás un momento, pero siempre estarán alli, sin moverse ni un segundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Siempre estarán en tu cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-6158236355547044772?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6158236355547044772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6158236355547044772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/es-facil-pensar-en-otra-cosas-teniendo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrQwpcnr-yQ/TW1KbPgQ41I/AAAAAAAAENM/3Zf0p4xEPbY/s72-c/normal_002_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8929152857311513708</id><published>2011-03-01T15:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:29:27.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's all that I can say, you mean so much and I'd fix all that I've done. If I could start again I'd throw it all away to the shadows of regrets and you would have the best of me.&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/6918774379677956232-8929152857311513708?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8929152857311513708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8929152857311513708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-663399552391710836</id><published>2011-02-28T20:15:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:55:55.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hay algunos momentos, en los que creeo que alejarme es la mejor opción, o porque estoy siendo lastimada, o porque no me gustan ciertas actitudes, o porque no soporto más a la persona, o porque simplemente no tengo ganas de verla, ni disfrutar de su companía. Pero esta no es la primera vez que me siento así, ultimamente me siento así todos los días, con muchas personas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No tengo ganas nisiquiera ni de hablarle, ni de cruzarmela, ni de saludarla, ni de nada. Solamente no tengo ganas de verla nunca más, me molesta su presencia, muchas de sus actitudes, va, todas sus actitudes y ya no me hacen sentir tan cómoda como antes. Tal vez, no es que hayan cambiado, si no que yo crecí, maduré y entendí que puedo elegir a las personas que quiero que vivan la vida conmigo.&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/6918774379677956232-663399552391710836?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/663399552391710836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/663399552391710836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/hay-algunos-momentos-en-los-que-creeo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6724011593702543964</id><published>2011-02-28T19:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:34:01.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RvuLiMfMGA/TWwizkHAcVI/AAAAAAAAENE/vH-by5rrc68/s1600/tumblr_lbowi2aw1c1qchfceo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578872307666940242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RvuLiMfMGA/TWwizkHAcVI/AAAAAAAAENE/vH-by5rrc68/s400/tumblr_lbowi2aw1c1qchfceo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These eyes have seen no conviction, just lies and more contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tell me, what would you say? I'd say it's time to wait.&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/6918774379677956232-6724011593702543964?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6724011593702543964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6724011593702543964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/these-eyes-have-seen-no-conviction-just.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RvuLiMfMGA/TWwizkHAcVI/AAAAAAAAENE/vH-by5rrc68/s72-c/tumblr_lbowi2aw1c1qchfceo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1354118492197209619</id><published>2011-02-28T18:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:19:27.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TS00iKKed_4/TWwRIkGJJpI/AAAAAAAAEM8/y2VTPLDkMg4/s1600/162732_10150114892364747_727674746_7603240_5919588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578852877231269522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TS00iKKed_4/TWwRIkGJJpI/AAAAAAAAEM8/y2VTPLDkMg4/s400/162732_10150114892364747_727674746_7603240_5919588_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know I let you down, but I’m never gonna make that mistake again.&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/6918774379677956232-1354118492197209619?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1354118492197209619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1354118492197209619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-i-let-you-down-but-im-never.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TS00iKKed_4/TWwRIkGJJpI/AAAAAAAAEM8/y2VTPLDkMg4/s72-c/162732_10150114892364747_727674746_7603240_5919588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1799171580335655617</id><published>2011-02-22T12:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:37:30.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M&amp;amp;B intentaban convencerme (nuevamente).&lt;br /&gt;Un cocodrilo mordía todo.&lt;br /&gt;V seduciendo con alfajores.&lt;br /&gt;J diciendome que no había nada de que preocuparse.&lt;br /&gt;R disculpándose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1799171580335655617?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1799171580335655617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1799171580335655617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/majvrrb.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8197049962812449107</id><published>2011-02-20T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:09:55.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q_k6IeD9XI0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-8197049962812449107?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8197049962812449107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8197049962812449107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/glee.html' title='Glee'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q_k6IeD9XI0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4670212265909177594</id><published>2011-02-20T02:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:10:13.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--8rpHuoyrwA/TWCjOiYajRI/AAAAAAAAEM0/i7yDjBWQpUk/s1600/183268_10150191472979012_759549011_8841092_7253411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Nunca llegarás a ser la persona que siempre has deseado.&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-4670212265909177594?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4670212265909177594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4670212265909177594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/nunca-llegaras-ser-la-persona-que.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6828125976876427497</id><published>2011-02-17T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:42:58.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kooks - Naive</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jkaMiaRLgvY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-6828125976876427497?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6828125976876427497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6828125976876427497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/kooks-naive.html' title='The Kooks - Naive'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jkaMiaRLgvY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1646020117236164116</id><published>2011-02-17T00:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:33:28.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haz el amor, no la guerra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4_5MlEvNTc/TVyWMHZTkwI/AAAAAAAAEMs/o4zod_fWNak/s1600/lennonyokoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574495573665616642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4_5MlEvNTc/TVyWMHZTkwI/AAAAAAAAEMs/o4zod_fWNak/s400/lennonyokoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suelo creer que cuando una persona da y recibe amor ya no necesita nada más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay mayor felicidad, mayor estado de calma, de paz que el de tener la certeza de un amor verdadero. Creo también que la mejor forma de mostrar el amor hacia una persona es demostrarle que es lo único que necesitas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso comprendo el porqué de la peculiar luna de miel de John y Yoko. El 31 de mayo de 1969, después de su boda, John Lennon y Yoko Ono se encerraron en la habitación de un hotel durante una semana, para su distintiva luna de miel y su original protesta por la paz. Hicieron vida durante siete cortos días (o siete largos días, según cómo lo sienta cada uno) en una habitación de un hotel, con la constante visita de reporteros y fotógrafos.&lt;br /&gt;La imagen de esta pareja en pijama, con las largas melenas despeinadas y el sol entrando por la ventana, se me hace extrañamente familiar, acogedora. Los reporteros que entrevistaron a los músicos durante esos días destacan la hermosa burbuja en la que Yoko y John se encontraban. Tenían un mundo propio, en su cama; incluso comparable con una hospitalaria jaula sin barrotes, dentro de la cual sólo existían ellos dos. La naturalidad con la que Yoko y John vivieron esa semana resultó extraña a sus visitantes, escandalizados por la atrevida iniciativa que, a su vez, es tan natural, tan sana, tan, me atrevo a decir, ejemplar. “Haz el amor y no la guerra”, ése era el lema. En esta parada en el tiempo de John y Yoko, en la que pareció que el mundo se detuviera, tuvieron tiempo suficiente para ser entrevistados, para opinar y hacerse oír. Su compromiso con la sociedad norteamericana, con la guerra del Vietnam y muchas otras es el compromiso que, ellos mismos dicen, debería tener todo el mundo. Es una cuestión de responsabilidad, porque, mientras no hagamos nada por impedirlo, todos somos responsables de lo que sucede en el mundo, de las guerras, del hambre… Somos responsables porque podemos evitarlo y no lo evitamos, porque la indiferencia es otra forma de ser cómplice de estos conflictos. “¿No creen que esto es perder el tiempo? ¿Tan seguros están de que algún día habrá paz?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lennon se echa a reír. “Claro que habrá paz.”, y lo dice tan seguro que Yoko asiente con él, “Sólo hace falta cambiar la mentalidad de la gente, la paz es necesaria y llegará, hace falta creer en ella.”El último día de aquella semana, John despertó inspirado. En unas cartulinas empezó a escribir “Remember love” y “Give peace a chance”. Aquella noche la habitación se convirtió en un improvisado estudio de grabación. Lennon cogió su guitarra, y alrededor de la cama se sentaron estudiantes, jóvenes, reporteros, fotógrafos, curiosos… Y cantaron aquella nueva canción, inédita, nacida de una semana de tranquilidad, de cama con Yoko, de pijamas, blancas sábanas y entrevistas. Lennon llevaba barbas y cabello de Jesucristo, llevaba una guitarra y paz en sus palabras, llevaba un nuevo canto, tan nuevo y, a la vez, tan necesario. “Ya verás, será genial” dijo esa noche Lennon a Yoko, cuando en la habitación sólo quedaban los restos de una experiencia casi mística, de corazones cantando por la paz, de sueños creciendo a la luz de las estrellas, de nuevas flores lanzadas a los fusiles de los militares. Será genial... La canción de Lennon, “Give peace a chance”, se convirtió en un himno en todas las manifestaciones pacifistas que siguieron. No ha dejado de sonar ni siquiera esta última década, porque tampoco han dejado de sonar las bombas, los tanques, la guerra. “No decimos ‘¿Por qué no das una oportunidad a la paz?’, no, decimos ‘Dad una oportunidad a la paz’, es una orden, una necesidad”, dijo Sean Lennon, hijo de John y Yoko, en 1991, durante la Guerra del Golfo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será genial… Será genial cuando nos levantemos todos, un buen día, incluídos civiles y militares, hombres y mujeres, ricos y pobres, y decidamos que, en lugar de salir de casa a hacer la guerra, nos quedaremos en la cama haciendo el amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1646020117236164116?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1646020117236164116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1646020117236164116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/suelo-creer-que-cuando-una-persona-da-y.html' title='Haz el amor, no la guerra.'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4_5MlEvNTc/TVyWMHZTkwI/AAAAAAAAEMs/o4zod_fWNak/s72-c/lennonyokoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-816472314716299009</id><published>2011-02-16T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:06:07.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus can´t be tamed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MgAEuoUYqsQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-816472314716299009?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/816472314716299009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/816472314716299009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/miley-cyrus-cant-be-tamed.html' title='Miley Cyrus can´t be tamed.'/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MgAEuoUYqsQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4911948934499763538</id><published>2011-02-16T09:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:40:25.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nunca supo tomar bien sus decisiones, o en realidad, nunca supo tomarlas, ni para bien ni para mal. Aprendió a convivir con la frustracion de no saber elegir bien las cosas, de no poder darse cuenta si lo que estaba haciendo estaba bien o estaba mal. Se acostumbró a que la lastimen, y a todas las veces, cerrar los ojos y hacer borrón y cuenta nueva, definitivamente su temor a la soledad superaba cualquier cosa. Tenía tantas caídas como días vividos, pero su sonrisa rara vez se le borraba de la cara. Su autoestima había desaparecido hace rato. Su vida venía en caída libre, y sabía que nadie podía ayudarla, esa sensacion de ser insignificante, de sentirse permanentemente invisible, habían logrado que pierda su confianza ante absolutamente todo. Sin embargo, siempre creyó ser feliz, tenia esa virtud de conformarse con muy poco, porque había aprendido a no esperar nada más de nadie. Estaba decepcionada de mucha gente, muchisima, pero principalmente de ella misma, y a pesar de todo, su mentalidad feliz estaba intacta, "nada que un helado de chocolate relleno no pueda remediar" .&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/6918774379677956232-4911948934499763538?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4911948934499763538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4911948934499763538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/nunca-supo-tomar-bien-sus-decisiones-o.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4986427718219359639</id><published>2011-02-16T09:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:33:58.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j97hLmAs7fY/TVvEKTjvQrI/AAAAAAAAEMc/sn93pqID-A8/s1600/2807344_UBk1Ovmy_c_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574264645129028274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j97hLmAs7fY/TVvEKTjvQrI/AAAAAAAAEMc/sn93pqID-A8/s400/2807344_UBk1Ovmy_c_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Necesito la soledad, y cuando está conmigo quiero que se vaya. Lloro, duele... Si me voy con ella pierdo todo, y si la dejo ir me pierdo yo. La misma búsqueda a kilómetros de acá puede terminar en el mismo lugar, y aunque vuelva miles de veces, cada regreso será distinto.&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/6918774379677956232-4986427718219359639?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4986427718219359639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4986427718219359639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/necesito-la-soledad-y-cuando-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j97hLmAs7fY/TVvEKTjvQrI/AAAAAAAAEMc/sn93pqID-A8/s72-c/2807344_UBk1Ovmy_c_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6012483304934512138</id><published>2011-02-11T19:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:34:17.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I don't wanna be into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you´re not looking for true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No, I don´t wanna start seeing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I can't be your only one&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/6918774379677956232-6012483304934512138?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6012483304934512138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6012483304934512138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/but-i-dont-wanna-be-into-you-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4950793295076999220</id><published>2011-02-11T18:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:01:05.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now I´m just trying to be honest with myself, with you, with the world.&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/6918774379677956232-4950793295076999220?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4950793295076999220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4950793295076999220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-trying-to-be-honest-with-myself-with.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-7742518013425236235</id><published>2011-02-11T18:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:22:18.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(I've been missing you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-7742518013425236235?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7742518013425236235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7742518013425236235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wanna-be-with-one-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4724023265716719241</id><published>2011-02-10T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:33:02.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No extrañarte se me hace dificil en días como éstos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sin ningún compromiso)&lt;/strong&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/6918774379677956232-4724023265716719241?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4724023265716719241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4724023265716719241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-extranarte-se-me-hace-dificil-en.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3439323280808195313</id><published>2011-02-10T21:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:15:08.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MZNsaMyfVE/TVSAz6cxdSI/AAAAAAAAEL8/oZjZpbNp5rU/s1600/tumblr_ldhl9eYDM41qepeq4o1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572220268315768098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MZNsaMyfVE/TVSAz6cxdSI/AAAAAAAAEL8/oZjZpbNp5rU/s400/tumblr_ldhl9eYDM41qepeq4o1_500_large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-3439323280808195313?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3439323280808195313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3439323280808195313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/estar-en-cualquiera-y-bueno-es-la-edad.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MZNsaMyfVE/TVSAz6cxdSI/AAAAAAAAEL8/oZjZpbNp5rU/s72-c/tumblr_ldhl9eYDM41qepeq4o1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1562855295861115354</id><published>2011-02-07T17:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:44:12.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TVBZfOe8xII/AAAAAAAAELc/bScrxNLWcqQ/s1600/lindsay-lohan-judaismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571051132056028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TVBZfOe8xII/AAAAAAAAELc/bScrxNLWcqQ/s400/lindsay-lohan-judaismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't pretend to be who I'm not and there are things you need from me I haven't got.&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/6918774379677956232-1562855295861115354?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1562855295861115354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1562855295861115354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-pretend-to-be-who-im-not-and.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TVBZfOe8xII/AAAAAAAAELc/bScrxNLWcqQ/s72-c/lindsay-lohan-judaismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5733340258520086593</id><published>2011-02-06T13:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:21:00.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TU7MOPu649I/AAAAAAAAEJc/udR6EChm0rc/s1600/3994004754_0a1fc87dbf_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570614334217446354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TU7MOPu649I/AAAAAAAAEJc/udR6EChm0rc/s400/3994004754_0a1fc87dbf_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No sé si esperarte de nuevo por una mañana o dos. El jugo en mi sombra es ardiente, la buena noticia sos vos, sos vos. La noche se agota de verme, quizá es mejor descansar. Afuera hace frío y es tarde el hoy del reloj se durmió y se fue. Y vendrás con una sonrisa envuelta en la brisa, y me verás inútil demente inconcientemente. Yo pisaré tu cama de fosas (y no mariposas). Resolveré la última prosa, resuelve mis cosas, en soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5733340258520086593?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5733340258520086593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5733340258520086593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-se-si-esperarte-de-nuevo-por-una.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TU7MOPu649I/AAAAAAAAEJc/udR6EChm0rc/s72-c/3994004754_0a1fc87dbf_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-696247641274841635</id><published>2011-02-03T23:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:39:33.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Siento que pierdo todo hasta quedar vacía, donde ya no hay más nada que perder.&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/6918774379677956232-696247641274841635?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/696247641274841635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/696247641274841635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/02/siento-que-pierdo-todo-hasta-quedar.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-9089234601861885662</id><published>2011-01-25T00:52:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:43:19.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A veces, lo que más deseas nunca se cumple y a veces, lo que menos esperas que suceda, se cumple. Conoces a cientos de personas y ninguna te marca y de repente conoces a una persona y te cambia la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; PARA SIEMPRE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-9089234601861885662?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/9089234601861885662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/9089234601861885662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/mi-novio-no-lo-sale-decirme-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-240216523628411289</id><published>2011-01-23T16:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:10:48.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sos lo mejor que me pasó en la vida mi amor, gracias por este año entero de amor que no paraste de brindarme. Gracias por seguir estando conmigo todo el tiempo, gracias por acompañarme, sos la persona que todo el mundo desea que un día le llegue a su vida, vos ya estás en la mía, y se que vas a estar en ella por un largo largo tiempo. TE AMO.&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/6918774379677956232-240216523628411289?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/240216523628411289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/240216523628411289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoy-que-estoy-en-tus-brazos-recuerdo-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-1620611065530439788</id><published>2011-01-21T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:33:36.858-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTkMjZzPFbI/AAAAAAAAEI4/R6nzQuu5Dvs/s1600/1999-girl-interrup_1117973i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564492616953697714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTkMjZzPFbI/AAAAAAAAEI4/R6nzQuu5Dvs/s400/1999-girl-interrup_1117973i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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;&lt;div&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; &lt;/div&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;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son la belleza personificada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-1620611065530439788?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1620611065530439788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/1620611065530439788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/son-la-belleza-personificada.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTkMjZzPFbI/AAAAAAAAEI4/R6nzQuu5Dvs/s72-c/1999-girl-interrup_1117973i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2776795999183419064</id><published>2011-01-19T13:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:47:58.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTcVtET11yI/AAAAAAAAEIw/8sr5Um3eSCw/s1600/tumblr_l1ggf3Lnlv1qabupso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563939728634795810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTcVtET11yI/AAAAAAAAEIw/8sr5Um3eSCw/s320/tumblr_l1ggf3Lnlv1qabupso1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fotografiemos los buenos momentos, para no olvidarlos nunca.&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/6918774379677956232-2776795999183419064?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2776795999183419064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2776795999183419064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/fotografiemos-los-buenos-momentos-para.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTcVtET11yI/AAAAAAAAEIw/8sr5Um3eSCw/s72-c/tumblr_l1ggf3Lnlv1qabupso1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-7280108182225945424</id><published>2011-01-18T19:31:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:47:45.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTYYfoWPRGI/AAAAAAAAEIg/Mi_6PZ9pw0k/s1600/IMG_5369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563661321348531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTYYfoWPRGI/AAAAAAAAEIg/Mi_6PZ9pw0k/s400/IMG_5369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Cuántas veces nos salvó el pudor, y mis ganas de siempre buscarte?. Pedacito de amor delirante, colgado de tu cuello un sábado de lluvia a las cinco de la tarde. Sabe Dios como me cuesta dejarte y te miro mientras duermes, mas no voy a despertarte, es que hoy se me agoto la esperanza, porque con lo que nos queda de nosotros ya no alcanza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eres lo que más he querido en la vida, lo que más he querido. Eres lo que más he querido en la vida, lo que más he querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Cuántas veces quise hacerlo bien y pequé por hablar demasiado?. No saber dónde, cómo, ni cuándo. Todos estos años caminando juntos ahora no parecen tantos. Sabe dios todo el amor que juramos, pero hoy ya no es lo mismo, ya no vamos a engañarnos. Es que soy una mujer en el mundo, que hizo todo lo que pudo no te olvides ni un segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eres lo que más he querido en la vida, lo que más he querido. Eres lo que más he querido en la vida, lo que más he querido.&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-7280108182225945424?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7280108182225945424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7280108182225945424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuantas-veces-nos-salvo-el-pudor-y-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TTYYfoWPRGI/AAAAAAAAEIg/Mi_6PZ9pw0k/s72-c/IMG_5369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-867067301197179152</id><published>2011-01-16T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:05:32.201-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Es lindo tocar el corazón de otras personas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;muy lindo.&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/6918774379677956232-867067301197179152?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/867067301197179152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/867067301197179152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/es-lindo-tocar-el-corazon-de-otras.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-7135061061349204105</id><published>2011-01-16T01:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:24:36.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy que estoy sola, es cuando tengo ganas de hablar con vos más que &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;unca&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/6918774379677956232-7135061061349204105?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7135061061349204105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7135061061349204105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoy-que-estoy-sola-es-cuando-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-2340784375866578816</id><published>2011-01-15T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:51:04.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stars, all we ask for is right to twinkle.&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/6918774379677956232-2340784375866578816?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2340784375866578816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/2340784375866578816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/stars-all-we-ask-for-is-right-to.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6438194703947523854</id><published>2011-01-14T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:24:42.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allá al fondo está la muerte, pero no tenga miedo. Sujete el reloj con una mano, tome con dos dedos la llave de la cuerda, remóntela suavemente. Ahora se abre otro plazo, los árboles despliegan sus hojas, las barcas corren regatas, el tiempo como un abanico se va llenando de sí mismo y de él brotan el aire, las brisas de la tierra, la sombra de una mujer, el perfume del pan. ¿Qué más quiere, qué más quiere? Atelo pronto a su muñeca, déjelo latir en libertad, imítelo anhelante. El miedo herrumbra las áncoras, cada cosa que pudo alcanzarse y fue olvidada va corroyendo las venas del reloj, gangrenando la fría sangre de sus rubíes. Y allá en el fondo está la muerte si no corremos y legamos antes y comprendemos que ya no importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-6438194703947523854?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6438194703947523854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6438194703947523854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/alla-al-fondo-esta-la-muerte-pero-no.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4020112698588125605</id><published>2011-01-14T22:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:39:49.202-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;No soy nadie especial. Sólo una mujer común, con pensamientos comunes. He tenido una vida común. No me han dedicado monumentos, y mi nombre pronto será olvidado. Pero en una cosa tuve éxito y gloria como nadie que haya vivido jamás antes. Te he querido con todo mi corazón y toda mi alma. Y para mí, siempre ha sido suficiente.&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/6918774379677956232-4020112698588125605?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4020112698588125605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4020112698588125605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-soy-nadie-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5915538985091280446</id><published>2011-01-14T22:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:15:44.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;La vida es corta, quiebra reglas, perdone rápido, bese lento, ame de verdad, ríase sin control, y nunca deje de sonreír, por más extraño que sea el motivo. Puede ser que la vida no sea la fiesta que esperábamos, pero en tanto estamos aquí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;debemos bailar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-5915538985091280446?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5915538985091280446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5915538985091280446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-vida-es-corta-quiebra-reglas-perdone.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-7953849223673278843</id><published>2011-01-14T22:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:14:40.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dejame perder el equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;jugando a darte el mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&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/6918774379677956232-7953849223673278843?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7953849223673278843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/7953849223673278843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/dejame-perder-el-equilibrio-jugando.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-535399384061054866</id><published>2011-01-05T18:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:08:55.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He aquí un buen consejo compañera:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quita el peso de tus hombros, hecha la bolsa hacia atrás y emprende un nuevo camino pensando que él está jodido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;es lindo escribir desde el corazón &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-535399384061054866?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/535399384061054866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/535399384061054866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-aqui-un-buen-consejo-companera-quita.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5039314051881224961</id><published>2011-01-05T13:56:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:51:23.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TSSlNKlLdbI/AAAAAAAAEII/MDFA758N97A/s1600/Charlie-Sheen-leavin-Two-and-a-Half-Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749485679211954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TSSlNKlLdbI/AAAAAAAAEII/MDFA758N97A/s320/Charlie-Sheen-leavin-Two-and-a-Half-Men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have thought that you have come back lately, to take my soul away from me, cause when i see you you rip my heart out, but all the same you're not to blame. Baby I love you still. I need your heart beating next to my heart. In love I am. I need your heart beating next to my heart. In love am. Do you remember how I met you child?, I was down and i fell for you, completely. When I wanted your heart and, you didn't want me now, you did? you did?. I need your heart beating next to my heart. In love I am. I need your heart dancing next to my heart. In love i am. Baby, do you love me still? Because i miss you. &lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-5039314051881224961?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5039314051881224961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5039314051881224961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-thought-that-you-have-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TSSlNKlLdbI/AAAAAAAAEII/MDFA758N97A/s72-c/Charlie-Sheen-leavin-Two-and-a-Half-Men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-574617512895856554</id><published>2011-01-03T00:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:59:46.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CRECIENDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-574617512895856554?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/574617512895856554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/574617512895856554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-cumple-mejor-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-3677364753060363303</id><published>2010-12-28T00:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:03:49.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ni tus propios enemigos te pueden hacer tanto daño como tus propios pensamientos."&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/6918774379677956232-3677364753060363303?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3677364753060363303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/3677364753060363303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/ni-tus-propios-enemigos-te-pueden-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8829832977878967314</id><published>2010-12-22T13:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:02:54.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause I was born to tell you I love you and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine. Stay with me tonight.&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/6918774379677956232-8829832977878967314?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8829832977878967314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8829832977878967314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/cause-i-was-born-to-tell-you-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-8621372293016573488</id><published>2010-12-22T12:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:10:59.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TRIjCCJVpVI/AAAAAAAAEGE/YGoNIw5MGq4/s1600/IMG_2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553539808343991634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TRIjCCJVpVI/AAAAAAAAEGE/YGoNIw5MGq4/s400/IMG_2693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me that we will never be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We could be, over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We could be, forever.&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-8621372293016573488?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8621372293016573488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/8621372293016573488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/siente-me-rompiste-el-corazon.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TRIjCCJVpVI/AAAAAAAAEGE/YGoNIw5MGq4/s72-c/IMG_2693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-9015670701619578600</id><published>2010-12-19T17:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:18:31.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Los que escriben, sienten. Los que sienten, escriben.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta es la ley, no hay nada que se de por una "pura coincidencia".&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/6918774379677956232-9015670701619578600?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/9015670701619578600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/9015670701619578600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/los-que-escriben-sienten.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5277530285887475784</id><published>2010-12-19T17:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:10:46.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoy me pasó algo que no me pasaba hace mucho tiempo. Lloré.&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/6918774379677956232-5277530285887475784?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5277530285887475784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5277530285887475784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoy-me-paso-algo-que-no-me-pasaba-hace.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6623866026842292807</id><published>2010-12-19T17:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:12:26.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;SIEMPRE HAY UN AMOR INCONTROLABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552488770215215202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ5nHkAGAGI/AAAAAAAAEFk/4O7ZcAlyQzw/s400/winona%2Bryder3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-6623866026842292807?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6623866026842292807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6623866026842292807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/siempre-hay-un-amor-incontrolable.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ5nHkAGAGI/AAAAAAAAEFk/4O7ZcAlyQzw/s72-c/winona%2Bryder3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-6250094816085987272</id><published>2010-12-19T17:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:15:34.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdiste todo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero, ¿realmente lo perdiste porque lo deseaste, o lo perdiste culpa del destino. O lo perdiste por culpa de la suerte, o de los sentimientos. Por culpa del subconciente o de la razón. Realmente lo perdiste por amor, por pena o por odio. Por un poco de ilusión o por una triste desilución?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Quién sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6918774379677956232-6250094816085987272?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6250094816085987272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/6250094816085987272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/perdiste-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5533373860750604648</id><published>2010-12-19T13:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:58:58.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ45nYP1w_I/AAAAAAAAEEc/RLxWKo5uc24/s1600/460953844_64faaed210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552438739280970738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ45nYP1w_I/AAAAAAAAEEc/RLxWKo5uc24/s400/460953844_64faaed210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ahora que tu ya no estás, vivo en la soledad.&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/6918774379677956232-5533373860750604648?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5533373860750604648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5533373860750604648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahora-que-tu-ya-no-estas-vivo-en-la_19.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ45nYP1w_I/AAAAAAAAEEc/RLxWKo5uc24/s72-c/460953844_64faaed210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4478201195567664701</id><published>2010-12-18T18:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T14:00:12.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ1FYQlMtUI/AAAAAAAAEEM/ttPoPeAI6j0/s1600/yesiiiii%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se hunde en su almohada y piensa cómo llegó a sentir tanto. Se hunde en su mente y se pregunta cómo escribir una&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;canción&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ1FYPyhO0I/AAAAAAAAEEE/yC3HNBl3Jy8/s1600/yesiiiii%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6918774379677956232-4478201195567664701?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4478201195567664701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4478201195567664701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-hunde-en-su-almohada-y-piensa-como.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-4514113791597468088</id><published>2010-12-18T18:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:14:22.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ0pMQ0k4GI/AAAAAAAAED0/NDjEbW37S-w/s1600/30707_1428516348323_1095246020_31228034_7799415_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552139206268346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ0pMQ0k4GI/AAAAAAAAED0/NDjEbW37S-w/s400/30707_1428516348323_1095246020_31228034_7799415_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My intentions are good. I use my intuition, it takes me for a ride but I never understood other people's superstitions, it seemed like suicide. As i play the game of life I´lI try to make it better each and every dayand when I struggle in the night, the magic of the music seems to light the way. Intuition takes me there, intuition takes me everywhere. Well my instincts are fine I had to learn to use them in order to survive, and time after time confirmed an old suspicionit's good to be alive. And when i'm deep down and out and lose communication with nothing left to say, it's then iI realize it's only a conditionof seeing things that way.&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/6918774379677956232-4514113791597468088?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4514113791597468088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/4514113791597468088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-intentions-are-good.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQ0pMQ0k4GI/AAAAAAAAED0/NDjEbW37S-w/s72-c/30707_1428516348323_1095246020_31228034_7799415_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918774379677956232.post-5618886324811999223</id><published>2010-12-16T15:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:20:32.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQpeVBvtVjI/AAAAAAAAEDs/ynL96B8HKTA/s1600/winona%2Bryder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551353206026360370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQpeVBvtVjI/AAAAAAAAEDs/ynL96B8HKTA/s400/winona%2Bryder1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca te vas a cansar de ser egoista, nunca te vas a cansar de estar solo.&lt;/span&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/6918774379677956232-5618886324811999223?l=yesica-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5618886324811999223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6918774379677956232/posts/default/5618886324811999223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesica-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/nunca-te-vas-cansar-de-ser-egoista.html' title=''/><author><name>YESICA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TDzYSaFGroI/AAAAAAAADwM/pZ9TxgR9KJc/S220/IMG_9343.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WV92QJiUvXs/TQpeVBvtVjI/AAAAAAAAEDs/ynL96B8HKTA/s72-c/winona%2Bryder1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
