<?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-585302427280400935</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:56:56.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you can't make it on your own</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/1785954122220900248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SREKH58AHBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mg1kEitTTTA/s72-c/01AwcAX3_kM2MAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-4885917576763379894</id><published>2008-10-31T02:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:06:56.997-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no se...hay cosas q van y vienen en la mente de uno...&lt;br /&gt;es como si x momentos uno sintiera la felicidad plena y por momentos siente que todo se le viene abajo.....&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas q aunque uno no quiera hay que dejar que se vayan, que se vayan y tomen su camino, su rumbo,dejar que sigan su vida....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.por que sera que cuando uno pretende y decide reanudar sus cosas ya sin esas otras,los otros que deberian aceptar la situacion siguen revolviendo algo q ya esta disuelto? xq sera no?...si justamente esas otras cosas fueron las que llevaron a uno a tomar este camino no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es tiempo de relax, es tiempo de dejarse llevar, fluir,transitar nuevas vias de conocimiento...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de que sirve hoy en dia apegarse a algo lo cual ya no tiene sentido no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol...deja que fluya&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.definitely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 de octubre 3:57 am...&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-844674098785706069</id><published>2008-09-26T01:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:12:06.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Esa estrella era mi lujo"(los redondos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;¿era todo? pregunté.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soy un iluso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no nos dimos nada más,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sólo un buen gesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordí el anzuelo una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre un iluso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuestra estrella se agotó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y era mi lujo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella fue por esa vez&lt;br /&gt;mi héroe vivo, bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fue mi único héroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en este lío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la más linda del amor&lt;br /&gt;que un tonto ha visto soñar&lt;br /&gt;metió mi rocanrol bajo este pulso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volta al blog...see...despues de años luz.....cuando pense que ya lo tenia cerrado.....&lt;br /&gt;see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-844674098785706069?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/844674098785706069'/><link 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engañaría&lt;br /&gt;con cualquiera,&lt;br /&gt;te cambiaría por  cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni tan arrepentido ni encantado&lt;br /&gt;de haberme conocido, lo  confieso.&lt;br /&gt;Tú que tanto has besado&lt;br /&gt;tú que me has enseñado,&lt;br /&gt;sabes  mejor que yo que hasta los huesos&lt;br /&gt;sólo calan los besos&lt;br /&gt;que no has dado, &lt;br /&gt;los labios del pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque una casa sin ti es una emboscada, &lt;br /&gt;el pasillo de un tren de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;un laberinto&lt;br /&gt;sin luz ni vino  tinto,&lt;br /&gt;un velo de alquitrán en la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me envenenan los besos  que voy dando&lt;br /&gt;y, sin embargo, cuando&lt;br /&gt;duermo sin ti contigo sueño,&lt;br /&gt;y  con todas si duermes a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;y si te vas me voy por los tejados&lt;br /&gt;como  un gato sin dueño&lt;br /&gt;perdido en el pañuelo de amargura&lt;br /&gt;que empaña sin  mancharla tu hermosura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No debería contarlo y, sin embargo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando  pido la llave de un hotel&lt;br /&gt;y a media noche encargo&lt;br /&gt;un buen champán  francés&lt;br /&gt;y cena con velitas para dos,&lt;br /&gt;siempre es con otra, amor, &lt;br /&gt;nunca contigo,&lt;br /&gt;bien sabes lo que digo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque una casa sin ti es  una oficina,&lt;br /&gt;un teléfono ardiendo en la cabina,&lt;br /&gt;una palmera&lt;br /&gt;en el  museo de cera,&lt;br /&gt;un éxodo de oscuras golondrinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando vuelves hay  fiesta&lt;br /&gt;en la cocina&lt;br /&gt;y bailes sin orquesta&lt;br /&gt;y ramos de rosas con  espinas,&lt;br /&gt;pero dos no es igual que uno más uno&lt;br /&gt;y el lunes al café del  desayuno&lt;br /&gt;vuelve la guerra fría&lt;br /&gt;y al cielo de tu boca el purgatorio&lt;br /&gt;y  al dormitorio&lt;br /&gt;el pan de cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y sin embargo te quiero- Joaquin Sabina)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-5965004715612158185?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5965004715612158185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=5965004715612158185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/5965004715612158185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/5965004715612158185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/y-sin-embargo.html' title='Y sin embargo.....'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-6465547700834986368</id><published>2008-03-05T03:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T03:32:29.417-02:00</updated><title type='text'>all by myself...celine dion</title><content type='html'>When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;And making love was just for  fun&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Livin' alone&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the friends I've  known&lt;br /&gt;When I dial the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by  myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be  sure&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;And loves so distant and  obscure&lt;br /&gt;Remains the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by  myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live&lt;br /&gt;All by  myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;Making  love was just for fun&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna  be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna  live&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live&lt;br /&gt;By myself, by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;By  myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna live&lt;br /&gt;I never, never,  never&lt;br /&gt;Needed anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-6465547700834986368?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-2072988931648829281</id><published>2008-02-25T02:17:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:03.042-02:00</updated><title type='text'>como olvidarlo......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R8JBufwns0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IdWRQUB-Mck/s1600-h/ScannedImage-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R8JBufwns0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IdWRQUB-Mck/s200/ScannedImage-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170767589229966146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Como hago compañero pa' decirle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que no he podido olvidarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que por mas que lo intente sus recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;siempre habitan en mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que no puedo pasar siquiera un dia sin verla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;asi sea desde lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que siento enloquecer al verla alegre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sonreir y no es conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo se que le falte a su amor tal vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque ame otra ilusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me sonreia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y no pense que sin ella en mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;se me acabaria el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo se que estas arrepentido y duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pero ya no eres nadie en su vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ella encontro por quien vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y el que la busques ya es un absurdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No es facil para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;por eso quiero hablarle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;si es preciso rogarle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que regrese a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Intentalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Es que no puedo hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;si por dejar sus sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;le cause mil heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ya tiene otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ve y busca otra ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Es que no dejan los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;si yo le enseñe a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fui su primer amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No salen de mi pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aun ella vive aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dentro del corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ya tiene otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ve y busca otra ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sabrosura, sabrosura, sabrosura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hermano es tu deber luchar para olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;asi a quien no te quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A quien gracias a Dios ya te olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y encontro amor en su camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No se si por venganza o por rencor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o porque tu no le convienes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O tal vez fue que nunca perdono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que tu le hirieras el cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mira que tu jugaste a los amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cuando lo era todo en su mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo se que le falte debo pagarle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pero que me perdone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo ya la vi llorar amargas noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cuando injustamente la cambiabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo estoy arrepentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y quiero que ella olvide que tuve errores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yo no lo quiero hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;luchare por tenerla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;es el cielo y las estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ella es todo en mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;la quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no te digo mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y aunque sepas el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;por ella doy la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ya tiene otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ve y busca otra ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ya tiene otro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olvidala, mejor olvidala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;arrancala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ve y busca otra ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(olvidala-los palmeras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-2072988931648829281?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2072988931648829281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=2072988931648829281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/2072988931648829281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/2072988931648829281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/como-olvidarlo.html' title='como olvidarlo......'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R8JBufwns0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IdWRQUB-Mck/s72-c/ScannedImage-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-6626893423293682415</id><published>2008-01-29T02:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:03.187-02:00</updated><title type='text'>holding back the tears-Take That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R56vtnkknoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FZKIvUW5V0g/s1600-h/camino_dehesas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R56vtnkknoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FZKIvUW5V0g/s200/camino_dehesas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160755421264518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of keep asking myself little questions&lt;br /&gt;Like where do I go from here&lt;br /&gt;I seem to keep loosing track of time and how long it's been&lt;br /&gt;Since I last had you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a painful road to a door that's closed&lt;br /&gt;Been a gamble that I knew I couldn't win&lt;br /&gt;Been a lonely conversation to this photograph of you&lt;br /&gt;In the mirror there's a sing I must give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not holding back the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;tryin' escape the heartache, tryin' escape emotion&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not holding back the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's my memory reminding me of all the time&lt;br /&gt;I depended on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to enjoy spending my time on my own here&lt;br /&gt;Watching the jaded people pass&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am sharing their pain and their lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;And walking a road of broken glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a constant fight to get through each day and night&lt;br /&gt;It's a war between the present and the past&lt;br /&gt;And the face that's in your mind every time you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;What's the reason, what's the answer, how long will this last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not holding back the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;tryin' escape the heartache, tryin' escape emotion&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not holding back the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's my memory reminding me of all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time since I heard your last goobdye&lt;br /&gt;Still I hear it clearly every day and night&lt;br /&gt;What's the point in love when you have to give it up&lt;br /&gt;Yet still you need it and it's nowhere you can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not holding back the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;tryin' escape the heartache, tryin' escape emotion&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not holding back the tears anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's my memory reminding me of all the time&lt;br /&gt;I depended on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-6626893423293682415?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6626893423293682415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=6626893423293682415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/6626893423293682415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/6626893423293682415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/holding-back-tears-take-that.html' title='holding back the tears-Take That'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R56vtnkknoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FZKIvUW5V0g/s72-c/camino_dehesas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-4657160135307225166</id><published>2008-01-28T01:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:52:33.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'>si...sabelo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e me agiganta un gran amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y un gran deseo de escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mas si estas lejos mas yo sufro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;porque aunque sea de tu voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de tu figura y de tu andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hoy me alimento y me mantengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;como quisiera ser tu dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;para traerte junto a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y asi no muera mi alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;como quisiera comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;que ya por siempre te perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y solamente eres un sueño......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(los palmeras-como deseo ser tu amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-4657160135307225166?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4657160135307225166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=4657160135307225166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4657160135307225166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4657160135307225166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/sisabelo.html' title='si...sabelo.....'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-7767219357169465210</id><published>2008-01-08T19:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:57:02.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'>empezando el año.....</title><content type='html'>y si, ya empezando un nuevo año, lleno de espectativas y cosas x cumplir.....siguiendo buscando ese ingrediente extra q todavia no llega.....pero q llegara en algun momento....eso lo se....&lt;br /&gt;extrañando, raro en mi, pero si...extrañando......&lt;br /&gt;espero hayan empezado el año con todo.....&lt;br /&gt;los dejo con una letra de un tema de U2, que la estoy escuchando seguido, q es "all I want is you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds on a ring of gold&lt;br /&gt;You say you want&lt;br /&gt;Your story to remain untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the promises we make&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say youll give me&lt;br /&gt;A highway with no one on it&lt;br /&gt;Treasure just to look upon it&lt;br /&gt;All the riches in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say youll give me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes in a moon of blindness&lt;br /&gt;A river in a time of dryness&lt;br /&gt;A harbour in the tempest&lt;br /&gt;But all the promises we make&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want&lt;br /&gt;Your love to work out right&lt;br /&gt;To last with me through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you want&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds on a ring of gold&lt;br /&gt;Your story to remain untold&lt;br /&gt;Your love not to grow cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the promises we break&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You...all I want is...&lt;br /&gt;You...all I want is...&lt;br /&gt;You...all I want is...&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-7767219357169465210?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7767219357169465210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=7767219357169465210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/7767219357169465210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/7767219357169465210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/empezando-el-ao.html' title='empezando el año.....'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-5782313615768265319</id><published>2007-12-23T03:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T03:08:35.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>un show inolvidable...como solo el lo puede hacer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.1santafe.com.ar/img_events/108_1_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.1santafe.com.ar/img_events/108_1_medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a pesar de que ya lo habia visto, lo habia conocido personalmente en una oportunidad, no puedo dejar de decir que el show q realizo hoy fue magico, sorprendente, sin palabras.&lt;br /&gt;hice solo 2 años de danza y me sirvio para darme cuenta de cuan magico y placentero es ese mundo.....adoro la tecnica de barra y todo aquello que tenga que ver con estilizar el cuerpo......es algo unico....por eso me encanto tanto esta funcion.........&lt;br /&gt;cambiando de tema, ya vamos entrando en la etapa final del año, donde todo esta a flor de piel, donde no se puede evitar aquello que ya esta en el aire, aquello lo cual uno ansio y espero tanto tiempo...aunque el ingrediente extra q hable en este blog en un principio aun no llega....pero a no desesperar...llegara en su momento exacto.......y cuando tenga que ser......&lt;br /&gt;a todo aquel que pase x aca le deseo felicidades y que empecemos el año lo mejor posible y con todas las pilas necesarias.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-5782313615768265319?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5782313615768265319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=5782313615768265319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/5782313615768265319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/5782313615768265319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/pesar-de-que-ya-lo-habia-visto-lo-habia.html' title='un show inolvidable...como solo el lo puede hacer...'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-3449591126410420240</id><published>2007-12-15T03:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T03:21:16.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>y si, es algo que ya no se puede evitar, ya esta x fuera de uno, evade todo tipo de sentidos, se transforma, se emerge, en lo mas profundo de uno en si, es tentador, se hace notar de todas maneras,es evidente, instantaneo, original, imposible de omitir, y sobre todo de resistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unforgetable, in every way"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-3449591126410420240?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3449591126410420240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=3449591126410420240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/3449591126410420240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/3449591126410420240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-6720080969140238156</id><published>2007-12-09T02:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:03.328-02:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah  I'd die for you .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1t9ZusOH9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ScVJu4dQ9N8/s1600-h/1197083427_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1t9ZusOH9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ScVJu4dQ9N8/s200/1197083427_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141841280557260754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into your  heart - you will find&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' there to hide&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am - take my life&lt;br /&gt;I would give it all - I would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more&lt;br /&gt;Ya know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bryan Adams-(Everything I do) I do it for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-6720080969140238156?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6720080969140238156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-1735137922103965958</id><published>2007-12-08T02:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T02:24:10.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no tengo paz.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Una sombra vacía eres para mí&lt;br /&gt;Laberinto sin fin donde me perdí&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se quitarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo decir que no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días se van&lt;br /&gt;Y no volverán&lt;br /&gt;Creí poder volar&lt;br /&gt;Sólo pude llegar&lt;br /&gt;Al mismo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele cuando vuelvo a despertar&lt;br /&gt;No tengo paz&lt;br /&gt;Miénteme una vez más&lt;br /&gt;Dibujas mi mejor sueño&lt;br /&gt;Quiero soñar&lt;br /&gt;Miénteme una vez más&lt;br /&gt;(Paulina Rubio-Mienteme una vez mas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si.....es algo q ya no se puede evitar......como sea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-1735137922103965958?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1735137922103965958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=1735137922103965958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/1735137922103965958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/1735137922103965958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-tengo-paz.html' title='no tengo paz.........'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-4007417908453406993</id><published>2007-12-02T01:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:03.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite  movie: notting hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ANNA (julia roberts)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; "The fame thing isn't really real, you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget -- I'm also just a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; girl.  Standing in front of a boy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking him to love her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"When You Say Nothing At All" (Ronan Keating)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1I4EusOH8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/uHj7tbza5ik/s1600-R/185616437_d012817718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1I4EusOH8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xoohFxDc-DU/s200/185616437_d012817718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139231778687295426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you don't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best..when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;Try as they may they can never define&lt;br /&gt;What's been said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know that you need me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know that you need me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-4007417908453406993?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4007417908453406993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=4007417908453406993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4007417908453406993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4007417908453406993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-favorite-movie-notting-hill.html' title='my favorite  movie: notting hill'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1I4EusOH8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/xoohFxDc-DU/s72-c/185616437_d012817718.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-6909321747094704304</id><published>2007-12-01T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:03.815-02:00</updated><title type='text'>the road to mandalay</title><content type='html'>By robbie williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Save me from drowning in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Beat me up on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What a lovely holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There's nothing funny left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This sombre song would drain the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But it won't shine until it's sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; No water running in the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The saddest place we've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1De-OsOH6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/IMbrVuI5ZNk/s1600-R/ScannedImage-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1De-OsOH6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VR9ATc1Vk2A/s200/ScannedImage-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138852335506562978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Everything I touched was golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Everything I loved got broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; On the road to Mandalay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Every mistake I've ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Has been rehashed and then replayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As I got lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There's nothing left for you to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The truth is all that you're left with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Twenty paces then at dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We will die and be reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I like to sleep beneath the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Have the universe at one with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Look down the barrel of a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And feel the Moon replace the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Everything we've ever stolen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Has been lost returned or broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; No more dragons left to slay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Every mistake I've ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Has been rehashed and then replayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As I got lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Save me from drowning in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Beat me up on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What a lovely holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; There's nothing funny left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-6909321747094704304?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6909321747094704304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=6909321747094704304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/6909321747094704304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/6909321747094704304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/12/road-to-mandalay.html' title='the road to mandalay'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R1De-OsOH6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VR9ATc1Vk2A/s72-c/ScannedImage-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-4501832674246136114</id><published>2007-11-27T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:03.949-02:00</updated><title type='text'>nos sobran los motivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0uRWa-d22I/AAAAAAAAADo/JPNdKSgiDA8/s1600-h/1194139958_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0uRWa-d22I/AAAAAAAAADo/JPNdKSgiDA8/s200/1194139958_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137359614330657634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este adiós, no maquilla un "hasta luego", &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este nunca, no esconde un "ojalá", &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estas cenizas, no juegan con fuego, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este ciego, no mira para atrás. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este notario firma lo que escribo, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta letra no la protestaré, &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahórrate el acuse de recibo &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estas vísperas, son las de después &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A este ruído, tan huérfano de padre &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No voy a permitirle que taladre &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Un corazón, podrido de latir &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este pez ya no muere por tu boca &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este loco se va con otra loca &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos ojos no lloran mas por ti. &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta sala de espera sin esperanza, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estas pilas de un timbre que se secó &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este helado de fresa de la venganza &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta empresa de mudanza &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Con los muebles del amor &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta campana mora en el campanario, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta mitad partida por la mitad, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos besos de Judas, este calvario, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este look de presidiario, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta cura de humildad. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este cambio de acera de tus caderas, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estas ganas de nada menos de ti &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este arrabal sin grillos en primavera, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni espaldas con cremalleras, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni anillos de presumir. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta casita de muñecas de alterne &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este racimo de pétalos de sal &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este huracán sin ojos que lo gobierne &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este jueves, este viernes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y el miércoles que vendrá &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No abuses de mi inspiración, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No acuses a mi corazón &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan maltrecho y ajado &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que está cerrado por derribo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por las arrugas de mi voz &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se filtra la desolación &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De saber que estos son &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Los últimos versos que te escribo, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para decir “condios” a los dos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nos sobran los motivos. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este nido de pájaro disecado &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este perro andaluz sin domesticar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este trono de príncipe destronado &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta espina de pescado &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta ruina de Don Juan. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta lágrima de hombre de las cavernas, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta horma del zapato de Barba Azúl, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Qué poco rato dura la vida eterna &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por el túnel de tus piernas, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Entre Córdoba y Maipú. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta guitarra cínica y dolorida &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Con su terco knock knocking´in heaven´s door, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos labios que saben a despedida &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A vinagre en las heridas &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A pañuelo de estación &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Este ladrón aparcado en tu toga &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La rueca de Penélope en Luna Park &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estos celos que sueñan que te desnudan &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta caracola viuda &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin la pianola del mar &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No abuses de mi inspiración, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No acuses a mi corazón &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tan maltrecho y ajado &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que está cerrado por derribo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por las arrugas de mi voz &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se filtra la desolación &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De saber que estos son &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Los últimos versos que te escribo, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Para decir “condios” a los dos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nos sobran los motivos. (joaquin sabina-nos sobran los motivos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-4501832674246136114?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4501832674246136114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=4501832674246136114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4501832674246136114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4501832674246136114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/nos-sobran-los-motivos.html' title='nos sobran los motivos'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0uRWa-d22I/AAAAAAAAADo/JPNdKSgiDA8/s72-c/1194139958_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-7752915964899153874</id><published>2007-11-26T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:04.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'>nada puede cambiarme..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0sz26-d2zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tpFs1IyLw30/s1600-h/enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0sz26-d2zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tpFs1IyLw30/s200/enough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137256818583395122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando pensaba q lo tenia todo resuelto, resulta que no....como siempre hay algo que lo traba......&lt;br /&gt;cuando pense que x fin empezarian por decirlo de alguna manera mis "vacaciones estudiantiles", todavia me queda una semana de lucha.......espero no sea en vano.&lt;br /&gt;cuando pienso en lo que queda de estos dias para terminar el año, me doy cuenta de las cosas que hice y podria haber hecho.....nunca es tarde para arrepentirse.&lt;br /&gt;Aun sigo pensando en la idea de un nuevo destino para mi.....de encontrar nuevos rumbos, de alguna manera "salir" de la monotonía que uno lleva a diario....pero para eso se que cuento con el soporte de cada una de mis amistades...por mas q nos veamos todos los dias o que nos veamos cuando podamos.....se que estan ahi, eso es lo importante......eso es lo que ayuda a uno a seguir dia a dia......&lt;br /&gt;Igual sigo buscando ese ingrediente extra que aun no llega....pero ya llegara......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-7752915964899153874?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7752915964899153874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=7752915964899153874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/7752915964899153874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/7752915964899153874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/nada-puede-cambiarme.html' title='nada puede cambiarme..............'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0sz26-d2zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tpFs1IyLw30/s72-c/enough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585302427280400935.post-4092414276753391063</id><published>2007-11-25T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:04.331-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0orqK-d2mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SC6vRhz2TPk/s1600-h/25031-sunset2-punta-del-este-uruguay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0orqK-d2mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SC6vRhz2TPk/s200/25031-sunset2-punta-del-este-uruguay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136966328470329954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Viendo mucha gente que tenia blog se me ocurrio crear uno propio tambien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Despues de todo, esta muy bien que haya libre expresion.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Los domingos son dias particulares para mi,de por si no me gustan demasiado,me gusta q se esfumen rapido.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hoy se me dio por el orden y escuchar musica todo el dia...hay q decir q vengo de un dia previo de joda.....por lo que no esta nada mal......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Muchos cambios, sentimientos encontrados que deben ponerse orden, para eso estaran en un tiempito las benditas vacaciones....ahora a esperar la nota de civil q la sabre mañana...espero promocionar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Espero les guste el blog.....la intencion es q me puedan ver como soy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585302427280400935-4092414276753391063?l=carolgaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4092414276753391063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=585302427280400935&amp;postID=4092414276753391063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4092414276753391063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/585302427280400935/posts/default/4092414276753391063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carolgaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/holas.html' title='Holas!'/><author><name>Carol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/SW1nvkzEUfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/JcjHyV5ewzc/S220/S7302823.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTF5ICXtYrM/R0orqK-d2mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SC6vRhz2TPk/s72-c/25031-sunset2-punta-del-este-uruguay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
