<?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-9031294149666096136</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:42:23.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(R)ox.&amp;.Кueeи</title><subtitle type='html'>♫ dejate llevar, por las eмocioиes, que hay en tu vida ♫</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(R)oxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876175280227895926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031294149666096136.post-3817073534276704890</id><published>2007-08-18T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:03:05.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/Rsczndsnk8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Vi3M6-La_fs/s1600-h/DSCN3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/Rsczndsnk8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Vi3M6-La_fs/s320/DSCN3329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100101856100062146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ella es mi waren del alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;es mi hija, la adoro, amo demasiado. es la unica qe esta siemrpe, sin decir nada y sin contar nada, obiamente, pero qe nunca me a fallado. aunqe me tnga las manos exas mioercoles... llenas de rasguños y cosas por el estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;el 7 de agosto, cumplio un año viviendo en mi casa, ella ya debe tener casi un año y dos meses. es demasiado linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;estoy envovada con ella.&lt;br /&gt;se llama cucha, y la gata grande a amltrata too el rato.&lt;br /&gt;soy feliz, porqe la tengo a ella, el anima mas lindo del mundo, junto con mi freddyto y la luna.&lt;br /&gt;un beso...&lt;br /&gt;a mi cucha n especal!&lt;br /&gt;ñiauuuuu!&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/9031294149666096136-3817073534276704890?l=boohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/3817073534276704890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031294149666096136&amp;postID=3817073534276704890' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/3817073534276704890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/3817073534276704890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/2007/08/ella-es-mi-waren-del-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>(R)oxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876175280227895926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/Rsczndsnk8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Vi3M6-La_fs/s72-c/DSCN3329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031294149666096136.post-351146935934823417</id><published>2007-08-05T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:46:16.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ Te buzque ♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrY2e2oNX_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/l_p5LwiOYO8/s1600-h/wallpaperssun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrY2e2oNX_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/l_p5LwiOYO8/s320/wallpaperssun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095319932104433650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;♫ Te busque - Mecano ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Te busque debajo del colchon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y en el polvo de la habitacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;te busque con un ordenador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y con la antena del televisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Te busque por toda la ciudad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y en el pozo de la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;te busque en los ojos del dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y en los ojos de la diversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Te busque en el corazon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y alli estabas tu en un rincon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; te busque en el corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y en silencio oi tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Te busque en el oro y el placer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; y en el cuerpo de alguna mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;te busque en las drogas y el alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y en los vicios y en la corrupcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Te busque en los templos de oracio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; y en los libros que hablan del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;te busque por toda la ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y en el pozo de la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9031294149666096136-351146935934823417?l=boohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/351146935934823417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031294149666096136&amp;postID=351146935934823417' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/351146935934823417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/351146935934823417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/2007/08/te-buzque.html' title='♫ Te buzque ♫'/><author><name>(R)oxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876175280227895926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrY2e2oNX_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/l_p5LwiOYO8/s72-c/wallpaperssun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031294149666096136.post-910010767572701998</id><published>2007-08-04T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:00:32.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Кαdα diα, cαdα seguиdo...  Estαs мαs deиtro de мi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrV0b2oNX9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RgT5uSu5xVI/s1600-h/colores.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrV0b2oNX9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RgT5uSu5xVI/s320/colores.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095106575309037522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta foto, va con especial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dedicacion&lt;/span&gt;. Mas que la foto, lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;escribiré&lt;/span&gt;.  Hoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; por primera vez que te necesito con migo, tenia tanta tristeza, era una angustia enorme, sentir que deseo, quiero, anhelo mas que nada en el mundo estar a tu lado, y que no se puede por los malditos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kilómetros&lt;/span&gt; y limites terrestres. Pero se, y tengo la esperanza, de que siempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt;, y que alguna vez en nuestras vidas, nos podremos abrazar, como e querido tantas veces.&lt;br /&gt;Hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; en que no siento su pasar, y siento que avanzan sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;detención&lt;/span&gt;, pero es cuando estoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt;, frente a la pantalla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hablándote&lt;/span&gt;, es cuando siento que todo fluye. Incluso aveces, me sonrojo. Y es que te amo tanto tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces te he dicho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuánto&lt;/span&gt; te quiero, y te juro, que aunque no lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;creases mucho&lt;/span&gt; mas de lo que lo nombro. Es tan grande, tan inimaginable, que aveces ni yo puedo creer que tanto cariño pueda estar dentro de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Te prometo que esto nunca acabara, te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;querré&lt;/span&gt; para siempre. Te amo...&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/9031294149666096136-910010767572701998?l=boohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/910010767572701998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031294149666096136&amp;postID=910010767572701998' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/910010767572701998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/910010767572701998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/2007/08/cada-dia-cada-segundo-estas-mas-dentro.html' title='Кαdα diα, cαdα seguиdo...  Estαs мαs deиtro de мi...'/><author><name>(R)oxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876175280227895926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrV0b2oNX9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/RgT5uSu5xVI/s72-c/colores.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031294149666096136.post-6017402430237830078</id><published>2007-08-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:01:44.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Кαмbiαriαs tu destiиo???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrPoq2oNX5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PHK6qru9vUw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrPoq2oNX5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PHK6qru9vUw/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094671426402475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;¿cambiaremos el destino que no deseamos que siga en nuestro camino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para partir, mira hacia atrás. vez lo que haz hecho? cuesta darnos cuenta de nuestro actuar a diario. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si no fuese porque hay días en que nos detenemos a pensar en que haremos,  nuestras vidas seguirían sin curva ni detención alguna, pero de que nos sirve? si al final  la vida se hizo para que nosotros los humanos,  los sobrevivientes de este mundo pudieran detenerce y mirar su entorno, darse cuenta, en que hemos fallado? que hemos hecho bien?. sacar de las cosas pequeñas, lo mejor de ellas, su máximo esplendor. Tal ves, es mejor seguir y no parar, para que si ya esta todo hecho verdad? pero, si te das cuenta, lo que esta atrás, quizás esta bien, pero y si esta mal? dejaras que siga pasando???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &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/9031294149666096136-6017402430237830078?l=boohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/6017402430237830078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9031294149666096136&amp;postID=6017402430237830078' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/6017402430237830078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9031294149666096136/posts/default/6017402430237830078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boohemia.blogspot.com/2007/08/cambiaremos-el-destino-que-no-deseamos.html' title='Кαмbiαriαs tu destiиo???'/><author><name>(R)oxanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15876175280227895926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xi9IcpLXcuw/RrPoq2oNX5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PHK6qru9vUw/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
