<?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-3490588496260040038</id><updated>2012-01-18T03:35:10.430-03:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='L'/><category term='Los Redondos'/><category term='notas personales'/><category term='♥'/><category term='CURSI'/><category term='ociosa'/><category term='M'/><category term='Say No More'/><category term='Recomendado'/><category term='G'/><category term='Sabina'/><category term='encuestas'/><category term='Lo menos'/><category term='comida'/><category term='a mamá mona'/><category term='lo más'/><category term='genialidades'/><category term='Is'/><category term='Bar happy'/><category term='verdades universales'/><category term='escorias'/><category term='la posta'/><category term='Charly'/><category term='mascotas'/><title type='text'>Pasajera en Trance.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2721618933661773443</id><published>2012-01-18T03:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:35:10.435-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Me parece..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Que me gustas mucho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2721618933661773443?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2721618933661773443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2721618933661773443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-parece.html' title='Me parece..'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6826778683576199514</id><published>2011-11-17T16:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:42:06.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades universales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo más'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genialidades'/><title type='text'>Se hizo justicia</title><content type='html'>Una amiga fue testigo de como un colectivero les dijo a unos denominados "negros villeros" que se pongan auriculares, apaguen su&amp;nbsp;música&amp;nbsp;o se bajen del colectivo.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente mi amiga felicito al hombre (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;gustaría&amp;nbsp;ver &amp;nbsp;mas colectiveros justicieros como el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6826778683576199514?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6826778683576199514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6826778683576199514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/11/se-hizo-justicia.html' title='Se hizo justicia'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-242817616303436828</id><published>2011-11-14T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:08:49.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregunta personal frecuente</title><content type='html'>Por qué a todos los Franciscos le dicen "Pancho"?. No entiendo que tienen que ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-242817616303436828?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/242817616303436828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/242817616303436828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/11/pregunta-personal-frecuente.html' title='Pregunta personal frecuente'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1705077011462251863</id><published>2011-10-29T10:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:55:29.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De porque soy tan estupida</title><content type='html'>Muchas gracias señoras y señores, acabo de ser coronada como la persona mas boluda por darle tantas oportunidades a un estupido y dejar que una "amiga" se ria en mi cara tanto tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Este premio se lo dedico:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mi papá que siempre me&amp;nbsp;alentó&amp;nbsp;al fracaso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mi madre por no enseñarme nunca sobre la verdad de los hombres y que los&amp;nbsp;príncipes&amp;nbsp;de Disney solo&amp;nbsp;existían&amp;nbsp;en nuestros video cassetes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Para vos, forrita, que tanto te habras divertido con todo este chow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Para vos, gil, que&amp;nbsp;después&amp;nbsp;de tanto tiempo, no me das un respiro y seguis perturbandome la vida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Y por ultima, y no menos importante, para mi... porque bien merecido tengo mi premio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gracias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1705077011462251863?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1705077011462251863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1705077011462251863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/10/muchas-gracias-senoras-y-senores-acabo.html' title='De porque soy tan estupida'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7021111002820093869</id><published>2011-10-24T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:57:34.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada para otra mujer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Yo creia que estabamos bien,&amp;nbsp;pero un dia decidio volver...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me dijo que se fue,&amp;nbsp;que la habian "engañado",&amp;nbsp;pero ahora decidio volver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Y le dije que perdone,&amp;nbsp;pero estaba ocupado.&amp;nbsp;Atendía&amp;nbsp;a otra mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7021111002820093869?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7021111002820093869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7021111002820093869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/10/balada-para-otra-mujer.html' title='Balada para otra mujer'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8622732557007593516</id><published>2011-10-06T03:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T03:34:40.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aires de primavera</title><content type='html'>¿Con qué permiso entraste vos? .Apenas llegaste y ya causaste un revuelo en mi cabeza ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pero me gusta, mucho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8622732557007593516?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8622732557007593516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8622732557007593516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/10/aires-de-primavera.html' title='Aires de primavera'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2310237303006172154</id><published>2011-09-06T00:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:38:34.777-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades universales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>Otra personal</title><content type='html'>Me molesta la gente que escribe mal a drede. Está bien, yo tengo errores&amp;nbsp;ortográficos, comunes. pero los que escriben cosas como "wolas", "hOolitaz" , "cOmO ztaaz?",&amp;nbsp;sinceramente, merecen la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;Y ni hablar si esos analfabetas superan los 18 años, ya sos grande, no te da&amp;nbsp;vergüenza&amp;nbsp;escribir peor que una criatura de&amp;nbsp;guardería?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2310237303006172154?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2310237303006172154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2310237303006172154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/09/otra-personal.html' title='Otra personal'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3703236224317172966</id><published>2011-09-02T02:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:52:42.727-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascotas'/><title type='text'>Les presento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mi gata, Lamia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSHRA5oWUx4/TmBusCjqSDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5wh_YCGleuM/s1600/103_2082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSHRA5oWUx4/TmBusCjqSDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5wh_YCGleuM/s320/103_2082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Z1Olu7qqso/TmBuvJyZvxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BzbPbdhU6zE/s1600/103_2084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Z1Olu7qqso/TmBuvJyZvxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BzbPbdhU6zE/s320/103_2084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGIRMNyDr68/TmBux8i6ckI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tTce8TMOIY4/s1600/103_2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGIRMNyDr68/TmBux8i6ckI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tTce8TMOIY4/s320/103_2087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Es hermosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3703236224317172966?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3703236224317172966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3703236224317172966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/09/les-presento.html' title='Les presento'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSHRA5oWUx4/TmBusCjqSDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5wh_YCGleuM/s72-c/103_2082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1087920413159368384</id><published>2011-08-27T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:06:07.994-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdades universales'/><title type='text'>Lo dijo facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ese momento incomodo cuando tenes que pasar tu email que te hiciste a los 11 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1087920413159368384?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1087920413159368384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1087920413159368384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/08/lo-dijo-facebook.html' title='Lo dijo facebook'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6891797929836422907</id><published>2011-08-05T16:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:06:33.037-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>De porque no puedo casarme</title><content type='html'>Intente hacer una torta de&amp;nbsp;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fracase horriblemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6891797929836422907?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6891797929836422907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6891797929836422907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-porque-no-pudo-casarme.html' title='De porque no puedo casarme'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1794897666277575324</id><published>2011-07-26T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:40:37.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyan Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUk0el0o_pY/Ti7f4c-aGlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tVPusoomWwA/s1600/CC_326780_inglip_nyan_cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUk0el0o_pY/Ti7f4c-aGlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tVPusoomWwA/s320/CC_326780_inglip_nyan_cat.jpg" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1794897666277575324?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1794897666277575324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1794897666277575324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/07/nyan-cat.html' title='Nyan Cat'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUk0el0o_pY/Ti7f4c-aGlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tVPusoomWwA/s72-c/CC_326780_inglip_nyan_cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6237055131241425349</id><published>2011-07-17T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:25:38.047-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>De gente que tiene tiempo libre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me hackearon la cuenta facebook "Barbara Syvel", al parecer soy lo suficientemente importante como para que alguien se tome el trabajo de hacerlo y hasta de dejarme un mensaje.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguien en el mundo piensa en mi (: ..(?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nuevo Facebook, back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6237055131241425349?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6237055131241425349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6237055131241425349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-gente-que-tiene-tiempo-libre.html' title='De gente que tiene tiempo libre'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5174085156544060311</id><published>2011-07-10T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:32:16.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo sé que dije que iba a actualizar esto, pero me gana la pachorra o me olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Me miento a mi misma en mi blog, soy lo peor (?. Igual nadie me lee así que eso me reconforta (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5174085156544060311?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5174085156544060311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5174085156544060311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/07/yo-se-que-dije-que-iba-actualizar-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8058534903953726316</id><published>2011-06-19T11:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:10:34.552-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>De cambios de humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdEVpxuIkD4/Tf4KxisThuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eJ03XNeWh_0/s1600/ahi+tene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdEVpxuIkD4/Tf4KxisThuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eJ03XNeWh_0/s400/ahi+tene.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahí tene' vo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA TA TE, &amp;nbsp;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8058534903953726316?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8058534903953726316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8058534903953726316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-cambios-de-humor.html' title='De cambios de humor'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdEVpxuIkD4/Tf4KxisThuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eJ03XNeWh_0/s72-c/ahi+tene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1596554429567344497</id><published>2011-06-15T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:16:37.916-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>De gente perseverante</title><content type='html'>Me molesta que si no te di cabida el viernes, no te conteste cuando me hablaste al msn, y rechacé tu solicitud de amistad en windos live, porque en facebook te habras dado cuenta de que te bloquee, sigas molestando..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1596554429567344497?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1596554429567344497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1596554429567344497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-gente-perseverante.html' title='De gente perseverante'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2137044926308152371</id><published>2011-06-13T16:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:09:39.022-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que sera que cuando estoy tranquila y pienso que estas superado, volves a encontrar la forma de perturbar me la vida otra vez? Con que derecho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2137044926308152371?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2137044926308152371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2137044926308152371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-que-sera-que-cuando-estoy-tranquila.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8912244489893823336</id><published>2011-06-10T16:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:40:48.493-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>De amores 3.0</title><content type='html'>Por que el 3.0? esta es la tercera vez que escribo esta entrada. La primera vez que la escribi (hace varios dias) se me fué el maldito arnet antes de llegar a publicarla y sin haberla guardado. La segunda vez, ayer, se colgó el firefox (aguante el chrome) y tuve que reiniciar la pc de mis hrmanas. Dicen que la tercera es la vencida así que aca voy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de controlar un poco el asunto con sujeto M, aparecio otra persona para perturbarme la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Viste cuando te gusta alguien que ves una sola vez y despues no sabes mas nada de esa persona durante un años, y la vida te lo vuelve a poner enfrente , si serás hijadeputa.&lt;br /&gt;Empece a acercarme y a conocer a sujeto L , me invito a su casa, nos mandabamos mensajes siempre, chateabamos todos los dias, despues empezamos a besarnos y hacer otras cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Todo estaba bien y ahí es cuando Bar la caga y empieza a encajetarse con el sujeto pensando que a el le pasa lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Un día sujeto L me pincha la burbuja diciendome que quiere que seamos amigos..&lt;br /&gt;sabes que me molesta? no es el quien me molesta, soy YO porque si no me hubiese encajetado con el esto no me afectaria.&lt;br /&gt;Otro dato sobre el problema con sujeto L es que despues de decirme eso y tener una hermosa despedida, el tipo tiene el tupé de histeriquearme. FLACO, es SI o NO, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me saca, juro que me saca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Todos putos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8912244489893823336?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8912244489893823336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8912244489893823336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-amores-30.html' title='De amores 3.0'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7988421384882209142</id><published>2011-06-09T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:14:14.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lo menos'/><title type='text'>Lo peor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mi pc murió violentamente y ahora estoy usurpando la de mis hnas, que es una mierda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Siento que me arrancaron la vida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;soy patetica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7988421384882209142?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7988421384882209142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7988421384882209142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/06/lo-peor.html' title='Lo peor'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3854404267307308865</id><published>2011-06-01T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:45:47.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Decidí personalizar más mis entradas (no,&amp;nbsp;gráficamente&amp;nbsp;no) y usarlas como medio de descargue público, lo cual no me preocupa porque nadie lee este blog .. o si? (?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aparte es MI blog y yo publico lo que quiero&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener otras posibles traducciones"&gt;take it or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener otras posibles traducciones"&gt;leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" title="Haz clic para obtener otras posibles traducciones"&gt;Bueno, como&amp;nbsp;decía, &amp;nbsp;voy a escribir más abiertamente sobre mis&amp;nbsp;días&amp;nbsp;en la &lt;a href="http://www.diariochaco.com/resizeimagen.php?img=62160&amp;amp;Pwh=w&amp;amp;w=350&amp;amp;tabla=n"&gt;facultad&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;mis aventuras con los niños cochinos (próximamente, foto), mi relacion con madre y padre, los hombres que se encargan de pertubarme la vida, a los cuales llamaremos sutilmente "Hombre X" (inicial del nombre porque me gusta quemarme un poco), etc. Y hasta prometo actualizar mas seguidamente esto, ok.. hasta yo sé que es mentira pero prometo hacer el intento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener otras posibles traducciones"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todo esto y más en las siguientes entradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener otras posibles traducciones"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Haz clic para obtener otras posibles traducciones"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3854404267307308865?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3854404267307308865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3854404267307308865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/06/una-personal.html' title='Una personal'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1156764811021581112</id><published>2011-05-25T15:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:22:53.193-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Say No More'/><title type='text'>Anoche</title><content type='html'>Lo vi a Carlos Alberto Garcia Moreno , mejor conocido como Charly Garcia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuMdau8uoVU/Td1C85NvWJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DC6nQV5-XTo/s1600/1194014152_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuMdau8uoVU/Td1C85NvWJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DC6nQV5-XTo/s320/1194014152_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(momento de felicidad inexplicable)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1156764811021581112?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1156764811021581112'/><link rel='self' 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universales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar happy'/><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>Hace frio, soy muy muy feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4068869376829794962?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4068869376829794962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4068869376829794962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/04/frio.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1869558904408085952</id><published>2011-04-13T02:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:05:51.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy es mi cumpleaños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sentite libre de saludarme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1869558904408085952?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1869558904408085952'/><link rel='self' 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right;"&gt;Te &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Odio&lt;/span&gt;, falso otoño. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Todavia sufro calor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3112766185034627133?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3112766185034627133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3112766185034627133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/04/fail.html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Primer día de otoño,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;se &amp;nbsp;me llena de felicidad el cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1677839454007305139?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1677839454007305139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Estar bien&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Estar bien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7772022086930992078?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7772022086930992078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7772022086930992078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/03/estar-bien-estar-bien-estar-bien-estar_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-852725596828492836</id><published>2011-03-16T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:48:22.243-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>En lo más profundo de mi se[nti] que me quisiste, no importa lo que los demás me digan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-852725596828492836?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/852725596828492836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/852725596828492836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/03/en-lo-mas-profundo-de-mi-senti-que-me.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-9157870484803065630</id><published>2011-03-08T10:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:26:51.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesión</title><content type='html'>Morfología, te odio y siempre lo haré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-9157870484803065630?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/9157870484803065630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/9157870484803065630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/03/confesion.html' title='Confesión'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4936002836222603539</id><published>2011-02-22T04:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:08:46.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Gourmet I</title><content type='html'>Sección&amp;nbsp;de fotos dedicadas a todos aquellos que piensan que no puedo hacer ni un huevo frito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemmon pie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIYmanZDuLs/TWNW3qtjMdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rCgeFIoYouc/s1600/GEDC0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIYmanZDuLs/TWNW3qtjMdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rCgeFIoYouc/s320/GEDC0149.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Empanadas de pollo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCYoGFVLD0I/TWNfVoWfmvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zzz0jNSyr8g/s1600/GEDC2350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCYoGFVLD0I/TWNfVoWfmvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zzz0jNSyr8g/s320/GEDC2350.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4936002836222603539?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4936002836222603539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4936002836222603539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/02/bar-gourmet-i.html' title='Bar Gourmet I'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIYmanZDuLs/TWNW3qtjMdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rCgeFIoYouc/s72-c/GEDC0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5326031747316672441</id><published>2011-02-20T08:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:50:33.639-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recomendado'/><title type='text'>Videos que tenés que ver I</title><content type='html'>Videos random de youtube que alegran mi existencia cuando estoy aburrida y frente a la PC ... ( Ana te amo ♥ )..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;El mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Jag7oTemldY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jag7oTemldY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jag7oTemldY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recomendadisimo para cagarle el picnic a los boludos&lt;/span&gt; (con amor :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/R2RNCRLCE7U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2RNCRLCE7U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2RNCRLCE7U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5326031747316672441?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5326031747316672441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5326031747316672441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/02/videos-que-tenes-que-ver-i.html' title='Videos que tenés que ver I'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5523847644965929734</id><published>2011-02-19T06:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:43:35.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La felicidad y la tristeza son dos caras de la misma moneda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mi moneda tiene nombre y apellido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5523847644965929734?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5523847644965929734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5523847644965929734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-felicidad-y-la-tristeza-son-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5272421075493293054</id><published>2011-02-07T23:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:29:35.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Llueve</title><content type='html'>y nada me hace tan feliz como este clima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Nl7ir53Zndc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nl7ir53Zndc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nl7ir53Zndc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5272421075493293054?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5272421075493293054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5272421075493293054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/02/llueve.html' title='Llueve'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8332483984601025193</id><published>2011-02-02T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:46:07.310-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CURSI'/><title type='text'>Alfonsina</title><content type='html'>De &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;estoy muriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pero &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no puedo amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8332483984601025193?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8332483984601025193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8332483984601025193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/02/alfonsina.html' title='Alfonsina'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7680104721817357327</id><published>2011-02-01T10:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:12:32.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermana hermana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/X-D8vDRa5fI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-D8vDRa5fI?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-D8vDRa5fI?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mis amigos dicen que me&amp;nbsp;parezco&amp;nbsp;a la de anteojos ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yo no creo que sea tan así.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7680104721817357327?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7680104721817357327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7680104721817357327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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y critica a los que están al pedo es mala onda y está celosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8231221637853977493?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8231221637853977493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8231221637853977493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-gente-que-no-esta-al-pedo-y-critica.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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type='text'>De verdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Los tecitos&amp;nbsp;anti gripales&amp;nbsp;(sea la marca que sea) son un &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;asco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-9181564592769764410?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/9181564592769764410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/9181564592769764410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-verdad.html' title='De 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blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;La encuesta del día es "Te parece que Bar es una persona ortiva?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Las respuestas mas repetidas fueron :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*sep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*si,bastante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*demasiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*depende, pero soles ser ortiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*no sé...a mi me caés bien,pero porque te conozco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*si, con la gente que no tenes confianza si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*antes me caías peor (esta me mató)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que le pasa a la gente?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nadie me dijo que soy&amp;nbsp;simpática&amp;nbsp;y buena (?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;muéranse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cambio y fuera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7680249410213485088?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7680249410213485088'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4129374406943405006</id><published>2010-09-26T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:57:01.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paredes de Corrientes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TJ_5vG0npYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/t2r_QZF3ePM/s1600/GEDC1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TJ_5vG0npYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/t2r_QZF3ePM/s320/GEDC1880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521406255860000130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4129374406943405006?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4129374406943405006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4129374406943405006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/09/paredes-de-corrientes.html' title='Paredes de Corrientes'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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Busqué un nesquick y fui a la heladera , no había leche ¬¬ . Revolví toda mi casa en busca de un cartón de leche y nada. Pero sabes que había? Si, un fernet Branca casi lleno y escondidito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adivina ... qué estoy merendando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6442727159278301770?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6442727159278301770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6442727159278301770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-pasa.html' title='Me pasa'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love Natalie Dee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-950575949632726476?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/950575949632726476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/950575949632726476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-natalie-dee.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TH8jfdVUxmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qOaawZ5dj_o/s72-c/everyone-really-needs-to-watch-out-for-catpeoples-feelings-ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-77419712747615312</id><published>2010-08-31T22:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:42:23.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;R A W R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-77419712747615312?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/77419712747615312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/77419712747615312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/r-w-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2883947691554381614</id><published>2010-08-20T04:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T04:18:47.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversaciones (de las nuestras)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Las 7.500 entradas salen a la venta mañana. 100 y 150 pesos son los precios de las generales, mientras que el vip rondará entre 300 y 400 pesos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*http://planetacalamaro.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*podes hacer uso de mi yo google&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no abuces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*okok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*estas pensando en ir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*DESEO ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*y falta poco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*y es el 2 de octubre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pero seguro desp seguro suben las entradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*12 dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*12 dias qe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*te quedan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*te juro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ya em estaba preocupando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*aajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*si ahorras 5 pesos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*desde hoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hasta ese dia vas a tener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*210&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*de una&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*capaz llego y todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*o si no podes ir y levantarte una vieja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*y que te pague la entrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*n.n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AJAJAJA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nunca un viejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*una viejA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*una cheta ntonces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*o podes mendigar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*si te vestis todo feita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*podes sacar 20 por dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jojojo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*o bucar un trabajo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pero solo aceptan bolivianos hoy en dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*me agrada mas lo de mendigar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AJAJAJAJJA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BOLIVIANOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*qe rompe bolas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AJAJAJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bolivillanos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*AJJAJAJAJAJA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*esos son los mas malos de todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*que malchiste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Bar. :)                         I M A G I N A C I O N (R)                  Gordo caú                dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*te juro qe lo pongo en mi blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ajajjaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(La persona que lo dijo tiene vergüenza de poner su nombre) dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2883947691554381614?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2883947691554381614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2883947691554381614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/conversaciones-de-las-nuestras.html' title='Conversaciones (de las nuestras)'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1231654671956195376</id><published>2010-08-17T06:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:22:21.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Por hacerme preocupar al pedo ¬¬ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pero por lo menos sé que están bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1231654671956195376?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1231654671956195376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1231654671956195376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6363933487314238755</id><published>2010-08-17T04:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T04:45:55.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La preocupacion no es lo mio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6363933487314238755?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6363933487314238755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6363933487314238755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-preocupacion-no-es-lo-mio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5219505659932679204</id><published>2010-08-17T04:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T04:36:25.921-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Mi madre y mis hermanas salieron de casa a las 4:30 pm del 16/08 .. En este momento son las 4:35 am del 17/08 , y tienen los telefonos apagados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me preocupo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5219505659932679204?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5219505659932679204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5219505659932679204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4417137118832349738</id><published>2010-08-14T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:46:10.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4417137118832349738?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4417137118832349738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4417137118832349738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-look-back-in-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3430285170164236389</id><published>2010-08-10T04:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T04:27:00.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TGD_MNj06CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MnUQOKgsiZI/s1600/agus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TGD_MNj06CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MnUQOKgsiZI/s320/agus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503679329910188066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella prefiere imaginarse una relación con alguien&lt;br /&gt;ausente que tener una con los que están a su&lt;br /&gt;lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3430285170164236389?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3430285170164236389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3430285170164236389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/ella-prefiere-imaginarse-una-relacion.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TGD_MNj06CI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MnUQOKgsiZI/s72-c/agus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8445170130767515475</id><published>2010-08-09T00:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:42:17.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cita Favorita</title><content type='html'>Y los bestias ignorantes no se rescatan y siguen completando esto con sus pretenciosas ideas de "la cita perfecta"... una frase, muchachos, acá va una FRASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8445170130767515475?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8445170130767515475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8445170130767515475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/cita-favorita.html' title='Cita Favorita'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2481220162923478385</id><published>2010-08-08T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:18:54.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin ispiracion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TF8saUYZcsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pyIKwSwnrck/s1600/jhjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TF8saUYZcsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pyIKwSwnrck/s320/jhjk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503166100329296578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se que me sucede, desde hace días traigo ganas de&lt;br /&gt;NADA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada me satisface, nada me reconforta, todo me sobra,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo escribir, ni leer por que a los pocos minutos&lt;br /&gt;me aburro o encuentro absurdo el libro (cosa que nunca&lt;br /&gt;me había pasado).Siento como si mi inspiración hubiera&lt;br /&gt;muerto, como si yo hubiera cambiado (quisas sea la única&lt;br /&gt;expoliación lógica ) como si mis días no cobraran&lt;br /&gt;sentido, como si algo se hubiera ROTO de un portaso en&lt;br /&gt;mi vida. No encuentro mi lugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy triste &amp; no dejo de preguntar ¿Por que? ¿Por&lt;br /&gt;que? a decir verdad toda mi existencia se ha vuelto un&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que?. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento extraña una desconocía hasta en mi propia&lt;br /&gt;cama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duele algo;Aveces no se si es una herida o melancolía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2481220162923478385?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2481220162923478385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2481220162923478385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/sin-ispiracion.html' title='Sin ispiracion.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TF8saUYZcsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pyIKwSwnrck/s72-c/jhjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6710803689278328326</id><published>2010-08-04T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:47:58.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q75gREOjyFI&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q75gREOjyFI&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6710803689278328326?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6710803689278328326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6710803689278328326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-too-sexy.html' title='I&apos;m Too Sexy'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2446014338748068466</id><published>2010-08-04T03:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T03:07:41.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TFkDcWqpP1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qPTeMpB8EII/s1600/daria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TFkDcWqpP1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qPTeMpB8EII/s320/daria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501432205465435986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2446014338748068466?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2446014338748068466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2446014338748068466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/08/everybody-lies.html' title='Everybody lies'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TFkDcWqpP1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/qPTeMpB8EII/s72-c/daria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3767457632912080210</id><published>2010-07-27T19:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:52:55.102-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>Por favor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Podes dejarme en paz?. Gracias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3767457632912080210?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3767457632912080210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3767457632912080210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-favor.html' title='Por favor'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6665924022204642244</id><published>2010-07-27T04:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:53:12.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te digo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Si, soy una adolescente. No, no estoy embarazada, elevada de tono o con intenciones de robar tus cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6665924022204642244?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6665924022204642244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6665924022204642244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-digo.html' title='Te digo'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7981667263437782794</id><published>2010-07-24T05:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:53:57.552-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'>No es mio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tras meses a veces sigo pensando cuando era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 27px;"&gt;tu nena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, aquellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;besos por el cuello lentamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; y con cariño, que me dabas me llenaban de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 27px;"&gt;esperanza y de ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; sigo recordando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;el día que murió&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7981667263437782794?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7981667263437782794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7981667263437782794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/07/tras-meses-veces-sigo-pensando-cuando.html' title='No es mio.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3585033244976188934</id><published>2010-07-18T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:40:22.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo tengo que dejar plasmado en algun lado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les cuento, - y no es que tenga entre mis planes morirme, pero bueno - , cuando me muera, sea en dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt; o en 80 años, quiero que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1_ que nadie llore.&lt;br /&gt;2_ que se sorteen todas mis cosas entre mis mejores amigos.&lt;br /&gt;3_ que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cremen&lt;/span&gt; y tiren mis cenizas en algún lugar que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proximamente&lt;/span&gt; elegiré&lt;br /&gt;4_ que hagan la fiesta mas loca de todas sus vidas.&lt;br /&gt;5_ amén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3585033244976188934?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3585033244976188934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3585033244976188934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/07/lo-tengo-que-dejar-plasmado-en-algun.html' title='Lo tengo que dejar plasmado en algun lado.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-358726782442016778</id><published>2010-07-14T00:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:58:35.972-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabina'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;Y, mil años después, cuando otros gatos&lt;br /&gt;desordenan mis noches de locura,&lt;br /&gt;evoco aquellos ratos&lt;br /&gt;de torpes calenturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-358726782442016778?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/358726782442016778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/358726782442016778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/07/y-mil-anos-despues-cuando-otros-gatos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-392297472487574216</id><published>2010-06-30T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:38:08.418-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planeaba dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Seguir un simple ejercicio: respirar profunda y  suavemente, pensar sólo en eso, relajar el cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;Imposible.&lt;br /&gt;Durante  el día intento fingir, aún para mí misma, que hay cosas más importantes  en mi vida además de tu recuerdo. Porque sé, mi parte "racional" lo  sabe, que es así.&lt;br /&gt;Pero antes de dormir, cuando sólo el ventilador  interrumpe el silencio, hay palabras que vuelven a sonar en mi mente.  Palabras, frases, imágenes, lugares...&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que no te amé; te quise y  nada´más. Y ahora? A qué?&lt;br /&gt;Dónde puede haber otra cosa que ocupe mi  mente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intento leer, intento pasear, intento encarar cada día  como si nunca te hubiera conocido. Ya no pasó por ciertos lugares, ya no  veo a ciertas personas, ya ni siquiera busco en vano tus fotos en mi  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;. Escondí las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boludeces&lt;/span&gt; que te escribí, y tiré alguna que otra cosa  que guardé.&lt;br /&gt;Pero tengo una marca, 'indeleble', en alguna parte de mi  puta mente. Y cada canción, todavía; cada sonido del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Msn&lt;/span&gt;, algunos  nombres; me siguen trayendo tu recuerdo... Ya no lo quiero más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Objetivo  de mañana: no pensarte, lo mínimo posible. No hablar de vos en un post.  No mencionar tu nombre. No nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la nada que tengo adentro,  quiero tirarla; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;destruirla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-392297472487574216?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/392297472487574216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/392297472487574216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/06/planeaba-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8085012907347995359</id><published>2010-06-24T03:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:16:00.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoja.</title><content type='html'>Besito grande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8085012907347995359?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8085012907347995359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8085012907347995359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/06/paradoja.html' title='Paradoja.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-397929636542798522</id><published>2010-06-16T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:52:10.558-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No fuiste el hombre de mi vida ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo del momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-397929636542798522?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/397929636542798522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/397929636542798522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-fuiste-el-hombre-de-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1708966363353953703</id><published>2010-06-14T05:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T05:23:32.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensar que hace más o menos (exactamente) dos meses estaba en la cima,  ahora estoy en el subsuelo 46.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1708966363353953703?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1708966363353953703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1708966363353953703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensar-que-hace-mas-o-menos-exactamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5102828035908708711</id><published>2010-06-08T17:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:28:39.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El amor es una excusa para que te  lastimen &amp;amp; para lastimar.&lt;br /&gt;- Te gusta lastimar?&lt;br /&gt;-Sí, sí.&lt;br /&gt;-Entonces  lastimame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5102828035908708711?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5102828035908708711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5102828035908708711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/06/el-amor-es-una-excusa-para-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7896156319338558680</id><published>2010-06-06T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:38:07.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, chau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7896156319338558680?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7896156319338558680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7896156319338558680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-chau.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3380124952892731731</id><published>2010-05-07T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:21:04.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me quiero morir,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3380124952892731731?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3380124952892731731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3380124952892731731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-quiero-morir.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3898223405016083956</id><published>2010-05-05T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:40:03.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S-GRHeJyXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3MvvwHiyD_8/s1600/love-you-450x337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S-GRHeJyXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3MvvwHiyD_8/s320/love-you-450x337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467810980143717586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; mimos para el invierno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3898223405016083956?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3898223405016083956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3898223405016083956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/05/se-busca.html' title='Se busca'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S-GRHeJyXNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3MvvwHiyD_8/s72-c/love-you-450x337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2773691491804060084</id><published>2010-05-02T03:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T03:39:26.290-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabina'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo malo de los besos es que crean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adiccion&lt;/span&gt;.                                                                     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2773691491804060084?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2773691491804060084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2773691491804060084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/05/lo-malo-de-los-besos-es-que-crean.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1061540730636704905</id><published>2010-04-23T22:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:27:19.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>De verdad.</title><content type='html'>You'll never leave me and you know it's true, 'cause you like me too much and i like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1061540730636704905?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1061540730636704905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1061540730636704905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-verdad.html' title='De verdad.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4156404224862820581</id><published>2010-04-11T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:01:26.683-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas personales'/><title type='text'>Lo pienso, lo digo.</title><content type='html'>El &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buen&lt;/span&gt; sexo de cumpleaños siempre es bien recibido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4156404224862820581?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4156404224862820581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4156404224862820581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/04/lo-pienso-lo-digo.html' title='Lo pienso, lo digo.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4215517175851848423</id><published>2010-03-23T02:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T02:24:32.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'ts not just for hippies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S6hQbfj6HDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AlvUWe1btMA/s1600-h/7841%7EMarijuana-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S6hQbfj6HDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AlvUWe1btMA/s320/7841%7EMarijuana-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451695782190783538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4215517175851848423?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4215517175851848423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4215517175851848423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-not-just-for-hippies.html' title='I&apos;ts not just for hippies.'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S6hQbfj6HDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AlvUWe1btMA/s72-c/7841%7EMarijuana-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3492576158302453981</id><published>2010-03-08T02:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:22:36.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onirico</title><content type='html'>Aún sigo esperando[te]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3492576158302453981?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3492576158302453981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3492576158302453981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/03/onirico.html' title='Onirico'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2622833643473390189</id><published>2010-02-27T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:19:57.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo dijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Como no tengo pene lo odio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By: Dario Pajor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2622833643473390189?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2622833643473390189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2622833643473390189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/lo-dijo.html' title='Lo dijo'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4696224598932097577</id><published>2010-02-19T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:24:01.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S38dZB1uSWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/W6Ja9p-SCQA/s1600-h/874-500w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S38dZB1uSWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/W6Ja9p-SCQA/s320/874-500w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440099190714550626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que reflejan los deseos más profundos. A mi me gustaría no soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;para no sufrir la realidad al despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4696224598932097577?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4696224598932097577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4696224598932097577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/suenos.html' title='Sueños'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S38dZB1uSWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/W6Ja9p-SCQA/s72-c/874-500w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1877366188262625332</id><published>2010-02-15T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:40:19.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si supieras</title><content type='html'>Lo mucho que te &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel Ross &lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3mw2hkLCAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BVvfobxAJbo/s1600-h/GEDC0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3mw2hkLCAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BVvfobxAJbo/s320/GEDC0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438572475796097026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1877366188262625332?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1877366188262625332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1877366188262625332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-supieras.html' title='Si supieras'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3mw2hkLCAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BVvfobxAJbo/s72-c/GEDC0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8294155869913385406</id><published>2010-02-15T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:05:28.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confieso que</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3mM3U1mQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/odZK0IbCeHI/s1600-h/GEDC0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3mM3U1mQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/odZK0IbCeHI/s320/GEDC0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438532907140793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la lluvia ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8294155869913385406?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8294155869913385406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8294155869913385406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/confieso-que.html' title='Confieso que'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3mM3U1mQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/odZK0IbCeHI/s72-c/GEDC0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2036482720245040372</id><published>2010-02-15T03:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:45:14.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me di cuenta que</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm thinking about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2036482720245040372?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2036482720245040372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2036482720245040372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-di-cuenta-de-que.html' title='Me di cuenta que'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5710358428630821648</id><published>2010-02-14T19:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:22:05.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Es necesario que</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empiece a tomar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cartas&lt;/span&gt; en el asunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5710358428630821648?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5710358428630821648'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esperame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;nadie sabe que soy un poco &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8556226862303498238?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8556226862303498238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8556226862303498238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperame.html' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3V6ALzhfmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AYX1GNMfNYM/s1600-h/martin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3V6ALzhfmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AYX1GNMfNYM/s320/martin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437386268707225186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoy cumple años una de las personas que mas se acerca a la perfección , y este humilde blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; decirle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Felicidades Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6653708325601914795?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6653708325601914795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6653708325601914795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoy-cumple-anos-una-de-las-personas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3V6ALzhfmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AYX1GNMfNYM/s72-c/martin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6509275177520505336</id><published>2010-02-12T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:27:38.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Peperina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3Vy_R_e13I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QZRm8lyoQak/s1600-h/GEDC0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3Vy_R_e13I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QZRm8lyoQak/s320/GEDC0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437378556606732146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te extrañé tanto enfermita :) .Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6509275177520505336?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6509275177520505336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6509275177520505336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/peperina.html' title='Peperina'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3Vy_R_e13I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QZRm8lyoQak/s72-c/GEDC0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-6159805968778577353</id><published>2010-02-12T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:06:11.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>'cuchame</title><content type='html'>Evitá hacer experimentos sexuales con tus amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6159805968778577353?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6159805968778577353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6159805968778577353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuchame.html' title='&apos;cuchame'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5045143139412463945</id><published>2010-02-12T10:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:08:43.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3VS0b8oeTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8QQBTXp6Wh4/s1600-h/P8280290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3VS0b8oeTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8QQBTXp6Wh4/s320/P8280290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437343185928485170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patear el tablero, empezar de cero, resetear todo, reiniciar el ciclo (como dice Fernando Ruíz Díaz), sintonizar otra vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5045143139412463945?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5045143139412463945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5045143139412463945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/patear-el-tablero-empezar-de-cero.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/S3VS0b8oeTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8QQBTXp6Wh4/s72-c/P8280290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8970182870978172725</id><published>2010-02-07T13:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:30:38.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brindemos Princesa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;por esta &lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;BRUTAL PEREZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8970182870978172725?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8970182870978172725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8970182870978172725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/02/brindemos-princesa-por-esta-brutal.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2202692746967072776</id><published>2010-01-29T18:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:50:15.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;y es triste aceptarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero no vale llorarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;uno siempre recibe lo que viene dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no me destruyas &lt;em&gt;mejor desaparece&lt;/em&gt;, no rasques mis alas &lt;em&gt;que me duelen&lt;/em&gt;,no me destruyas más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2202692746967072776?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2202692746967072776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2202692746967072776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-es-triste-aceptarlo-pero-no-vale.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7916166855298918373</id><published>2010-01-28T00:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:27:19.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo pienso que</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SOS&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;MUCHO&lt;/span&gt;MEJORQUELOSDEMÁS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SOSMUCHO&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MEJOR&lt;/span&gt;QUELOSDEMÁS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOSMUCHOMEJOR&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;QUELOSDEMÁS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7916166855298918373?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7916166855298918373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7916166855298918373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/sos-mucho-mejorquelosdemas-sosmucho.html' title='Yo pienso que'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5385265089744660442</id><published>2010-01-20T05:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:51:41.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor, como el viento, un día se van</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Vas y venis, apareces y desapareces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sabes que te amo y te vas... no me hablas... y volves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Te tengo que entender o lo dejamos asi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5385265089744660442?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5385265089744660442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5385265089744660442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-amor-como-el-viento-un-dia-se-van.html' title='El amor, como el viento, un día se van'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8186540342003271999</id><published>2010-01-19T19:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:58:57.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Así es..</title><content type='html'>Usted sabe que se trata de esto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de pasar el rato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8186540342003271999?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8186540342003271999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8186540342003271999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/asi-es.html' title='Así es..'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-4424844825340999562</id><published>2010-01-16T15:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:13:25.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual mañanero</title><content type='html'>Mail, facebook, blog, blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Misma ventana, diferentes pestañas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-4424844825340999562?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4424844825340999562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/4424844825340999562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/ritual-mananero.html' title='Ritual mañanero'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2099602232758866674</id><published>2010-01-14T02:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:50:01.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>maximas para la cordialidad</title><content type='html'>Si alguien te muestra algun producto suyo fruto de su creatividad (corto, pelicula, poema, prosa, cancion) y te pregunta que te parece y vos pensas que es una mierda siempre podes rescatar un elemento que te haya gustado (siempre hay algo) y hablar sobre eso.&lt;div&gt;Todos contentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2099602232758866674?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2099602232758866674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2099602232758866674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/maximas-para-la-cordialidad.html' title='maximas para la cordialidad'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-7117842385439583019</id><published>2010-01-13T02:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:02:48.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me pasa</title><content type='html'>Es una mierda cuando ninguna de las dos opciones te satisface, una verdadera mierda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-7117842385439583019?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7117842385439583019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/7117842385439583019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-pasa.html' title='me pasa'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-8656805851025206956</id><published>2010-01-07T02:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:39:59.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ley</title><content type='html'>Los regalos se dedican, siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-8656805851025206956?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8656805851025206956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/8656805851025206956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/ley.html' title='ley'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5620114133983605173</id><published>2010-01-04T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:07:10.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>deberia pasar</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Si me sigo quemando de a cachos eventualmente tengo que llegar a un bronceado decente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5620114133983605173?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5620114133983605173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5620114133983605173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/deberia-pasar.html' title='deberia pasar'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-1135611313592359834</id><published>2010-01-01T14:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:55:36.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El Extraño mundo de Bar te desea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feliz &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Año &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-1135611313592359834?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1135611313592359834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/1135611313592359834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-extrano-mundo-de-bar-te-desea.html' title='El Extraño mundo de Bar te desea'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-3822664810587315223</id><published>2009-12-31T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:24:35.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Genial es</title><content type='html'>Compartir una coca con una amiga que extrañabas y luego compartir el remis a casa&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                 Alegra el día&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-3822664810587315223?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3822664810587315223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/3822664810587315223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2009/12/genial-es.html' title='Genial es'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2661221272467326557</id><published>2009-12-30T06:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:25:12.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>me pasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada vez que me dicen que me parezco muchisimo a mi difunta abuela en mi mente escucho a mi madre que dice : "Tu abuela era mas fea que la mierda".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sonrio pero me quiero matar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2661221272467326557?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2661221272467326557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2661221272467326557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-pasa.html' title='me pasa'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-979233968197590162</id><published>2009-12-22T07:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:02:57.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las cosas que antes amé ahora están a la venta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-979233968197590162?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/979233968197590162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/StuTd5hLKgI/AAAAAAAAADo/BlXVElOJy5s/s320/644701301_AESQOOPXBAVJAIK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394067120571755010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tienes idea de lo cuanto me enferman tus reproches, que sigas pensando que eres el ombligo de mi mundo, que te ufanes de ello y lo prediques a los demás en forma de lástima. Y la verdad me vale lo que los demás piensen cuando les contagias toda tu lástima mientras te infectas con tu orgullo, no anunciado pero si sobrentendido. Lo que me dolió más que la difamación moral fue la mentira, pues querido, lo que a mí contestabas nunca fue movido por pena ajena y muy por el contrario diría que fui plenamente correspondida, bueno tal vez no tan perfectamente, pero si correspondida, y los sentimientos bien fundados. ¿Tan tonta me creyeron?, simplemente el corazón no ama de a gratis, no quiero decir que pida paga, pero sí que siempre ama por algo y no por nada, aunque muchas veces no sepamos ni que es ese algo.&lt;br /&gt;Por ese lado no fui tonta, a lo mejor si lo fui al creerte, al confiar en aquel juego ilegal, del cual salimos quemados, y las cenizas más que despojo, ferviente prueba de que tú no eres tan inocente y yo no tan inconsciente, sabía que no tenia nada seguro, que las reglas del juego no son las que rigen la realidad, que si yo las hacia posibles en el sueño, esa ya es otra historia.&lt;br /&gt;Te digo, la respuesta siempre fue más que obvia, ¿no lo crees? pero yo no tenía porque reprocharte algo, entonces ¿porque tu si lo haces conmigo? En esta sociedad a hombres como tú les llaman consentidos y a mujeres como yo zorras, pero me sigue valiendo, porque yo nunca he hecho las cosas por deber o cortesía, las hago por convicción y principios, mis principios.&lt;br /&gt;A pesar del intercambio de palabras, promesas y sueños, la distribución nunca cayo en mis manos, yo todo lo veía en ella. Por cierto ella nunca me detuvo, y a ti tampoco.&lt;br /&gt;Y sí, claro debo admitir que yo no soy perfecta, que base de tus quejas siempre me han causado problemas, que tienes razón en reclamarme que no soy tan atenta como debiera, que soy una grosera, que soy demasiado callada y así puedes condenar mi mente, mi boca y mi silencio al igual que yo puedo condenar tu corazón, tu falta de coraje, tus ojos y también tu silencio. Y si a esas vamos te condeno a la conciencia de tu pasado.&lt;br /&gt;¿No te parece justo? Pues a mi tampoco me ha gustado nunca la sensación de culpa que te encanta dejarme, que nunca escuches mis razones, que no tengas una mente tan abierta y perseverante. Odio tu mediocridad, y la manera en que siempre logras dejarme, como quien tuvo todo en las manos y por pendeja lo dejo ir, o eso de que yo tuve la culpa para que tu actuaras de tal manera, odio que lo hagas tan real. Pero amiguito, lo rechazo, y por ser mentira no le debería de dar importancia, por que es lo que siempre hago, ignoro y todo se me resbala. Pero se trata de ti, y te aprecio, te quiero. Eres de esas personas de las que ves y sabes que valen la pena, y muchas veces por lo mismo se miente, se miente a quien se quiere, y se mata a quien se ama, como bien lo expresa Rosario Castellanos.&lt;br /&gt;Y por este amor inventado podría como Manuel Acuña suicidarme en sacrificio para que nunca se convierta en amor real. Tú nunca comprenderías de quien diablos estoy hablando, nunca te interesó, porque habrían de hacerlo estas palabras golpeadas.&lt;br /&gt;Cariño disculpa mis contadas groserías, la verdad soy una mal hablada, hay palabras que cobran cierta fuerza en cierto orden y no me da miedo decirlas. Porque eso sí seré una zorra pero no de cualquiera. Y no me da pena escribir esto porque sabes, la profesora Leyva en alguna clase me comento que el poeta escribe con malicia, ja y tiene razón porque escribe sin consideración pues es lo que siente aunque estas líneas no sean dignas de un trabajo literario, sin embargo no son escritas con menos alma y rabia con la que lo hace el poeta. Y no pretendo ser poeta ni usarte como mi musa, simplemente pretendo dejarte lo que tanto calle, o sea que leas lo que soy palabra por palabra, ni una más ni una menos, heme aquí, lee lo que soy, léeme ahora que soy palabra, léeme en voz alta y compréndeme, léeme entre líneas, cada sarcasmo y cada ironía, pues es la única manera en que sabrás que te digo cariño porque no quiero decir tu nombre, tendrías tú más que perder que yo.&lt;br /&gt;Y también sobrentenderás que no te puedes confiar de mis palabras, de alguien que disfruta de escribir para encausar sus ansias en algo sano, dentro de lo que cabe, no puedes confiar en mi, pues esto es para ti para ti invento de las ganas de crear una historia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-6887617619747337854?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6887617619747337854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/6887617619747337854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-tienes-idea-de-lo-cuanto-me-enferman.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/StuTd5hLKgI/AAAAAAAAADo/BlXVElOJy5s/s72-c/644701301_AESQOOPXBAVJAIK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-5394969334980417402</id><published>2009-10-18T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:13:23.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/StuEtPKZ1BI/AAAAAAAAADg/7C-yWPYExZY/s1600-h/681017183_BATMPICDFRXNCTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/StuEtPKZ1BI/AAAAAAAAADg/7C-yWPYExZY/s320/681017183_BATMPICDFRXNCTS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394050891405448210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que quiero sé en donde está y por eso estoy lejos, huyendo de mi deseo. No estoy aqui por ti, sino por él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero halagos, me enferman ese tipo de alabanzas superfluas.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sola pero no estoy tan necesitada de palabras,&lt;br /&gt;tu conquista es fallida, no me conoces , no me quieres, déjame sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus criterios son diferentes a los míos. No me importa quienes sean tus padres, a que personas conozcas, tu influencia, tu trabajo, tu dinero, el tamaño de tu casa,como sea me sale valiendo tu compañía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me digas como ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ser grosera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor vete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-5394969334980417402?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5394969334980417402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/5394969334980417402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo-lo-que-quiero-se-en-donde-esta-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/StuEtPKZ1BI/AAAAAAAAADg/7C-yWPYExZY/s72-c/681017183_BATMPICDFRXNCTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490588496260040038.post-2572207784070600042</id><published>2009-09-09T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:43:30.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi vida resumida (la vida de un diseñador)</title><content type='html'>1. Ya no te da pena babear en clase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sabes a qué sabe el UHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pierdes la noción del tiempo: preguntas la fecha, luego el día de la semana, luego el mes y te da pena preguntar el año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Peleas con tus materiales de trabajo, al punto de que les hablas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Puedes ver fijamente a alguien a los ojos y aprobar con la cabeza sin escuchar ni UNA sola palabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tu hermano(a) cree que es hijo(a) único(a).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tu novia(o) odia a tu profesor de Taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. No sabías que ya fueron las elecciones presidenciales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No concibes las vacaciones como otra cosa sino tiempo para dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Te has emborrachado junto con tus profesores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Los auxiliares son tus mejores amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Haz cambiado tu vocabulario drásticamente (hablas de "esfera" cuando es una pelota, lámpara o luz por "iluminación", utilizas palabras que nadie entiende como POP, Brief, CS2, CS3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. El 60% de tu dinero va destinado a Lápiz López o Librería Nacional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Puedes modelar un proyecto en Autocad, animarlo en 3D Studio, diagramarlo en Freehand y ponerlo en una página Web, pero no sabes ocupar Excel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A tus seres queridos les da miedo usar las palabras "bonito" o "feo" frente a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. El café y la coca-cola son herramientas, nunca caprichos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Te enervas con las frases: Es que tu no te organizas o ese afán tuyo de trabajar en la Noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Tienes 22 años y tienes: Tendinitis (en ambas muñecas), escoliosis, anteojos, migraña, úlcera, y no tienes amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Has pasado más de dos horas viendo fijamente una maqueta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Darías tu vida por una librería abierta las 24 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Te cuestionas tu carrera 3 veces por semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Te cuestionas tu futuro 3 veces al día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Al llegar al proyecto de título te cuestionas el no haber estudiado Secretariado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Te cuestionas si tanto esfuerzo vale la pena para titularse y darte cuenta que paga no hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Despiertas cuando tu familia come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Entre los 6.000 sobres de carton de la librería, jamás esta el de la medida que necesitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sabes más de la BAUHAUS que de tus Abuelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Toda tu ropa tiene restos de AGOREX o CEMENTO DE CONTACTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. La calavera de la Piroxilina, (signo del veneno) no te asusta en lo mas mínimo. Total con todo lo que has inhalado y para que hablar del uso en ambientes ventilados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Entras a la librería y saludas al guardia y a la cajera que son tus nuevos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Te demoraste todo un año en descubrir el significado&lt;br /&gt;de la palabra ABSTRACTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sabes que el oficio es importantísimo, pero a las 5 de la mañana no estas ni ahí con ponerte guantes o utilizar una jeringa para echar UHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Tiendes a visualizar tu croquera en servilletas, individuales, boletos de micro, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Te altera cuando un extraño utiliza erróneamente conceptos tales como moderno, lámpara, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. En más de una ocasión has ido a parar al hospital, por corte profundo con trincheta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Has andado más de 200mts. con tu sobre de entrega en las manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Estás harto de la gente que te dice "yo iba a ser diseñador/arquitecto/publicista pero no me gusta dibujar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tus amigos que estudian otra cosa no tienen el mismo concepto de TAREA que tu, siempre dicen "Ay pues la haces antes de clase" o "pídesela a alguien" o peor aún "Pues no la hagas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Has dormido más de 20 horas seguidas en un fin de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Puedes discutir con autoridad el contenido de cafeína en distintas bebidas y su respectiva eficacia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. No importa cuanto te esfuerces por hacer tu mejor diseño, alguien siempre dirá "porque no le pones esto" o le cambias aquí" o "vas por buen camino pero todavía le falta" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. No eres visto en público sin ojeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Cuando recibes una invitación, va seguida de la pregunta ¿o tienes mucha tarea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Eres un reciclador efectivo a la hora de imprimir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Has bailado "YMCA" con coreografía y todo a las 4 de la mañana sin UNA gota de alcohol en tu organismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Tomas apuntes y recados con rapidógraf, tiralíneas, estilógrafos y plumones de colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Constantemente creas excusas para explicar a tus profesores de materias que no son de diseño, el por qué no hiciste la tarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Tienes más fotografías de paisajes y elementos para usar en un diseño, que de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. ..alguien alguna vez te dijo "Que eres exagerado...solo tienes que dibujar"...dan ganas de MATARLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Tus pesadillas consisten en no terminar algo o no llegar a tiempo a algún lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Una chica llamada Bárbara estaba al pedo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490588496260040038-2572207784070600042?l=cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2572207784070600042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490588496260040038/posts/default/2572207784070600042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosasqenuncadire.blogspot.com/2009/09/mi-vida-resumida-la-vida-de-un.html' title='Mi vida resumida (la vida de un diseñador)'/><author><name>Bar;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05905395521166443319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j0106g7zDyw/TLG6_u8I1jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fihE6168zQQ/S220/GEDC1662.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
