<?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-5506835172406053586</id><updated>2011-09-01T15:52:54.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-                You are the only exception                -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-1498441867825310852</id><published>2011-09-01T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:52:54.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hay sensaciones en&amp;nbsp;mi vida que no tienen explicación. La más fuerte que sentí hasta ahora es ver volar a un ave. Pero ¿Qué es lo que realmente siento cuando veo un pájaro desplegar sus alas, y tomar vuelo? Nostalgia. Alegría. Mariposas en la panza. Es como si todas mis emociones se mezclaran, y&amp;nbsp;explotaran a su máxima potencia. Como si estuviera viendo la obra más bella del mundo... Pero, ¿Por qué? ¿Qué es lo que realmente me causa estas sensaciones? ¿Por qué algo tan simple y tan delicado causa tanto en mí? Será que no sé de donde vienen, ni a donde van. No tienen rumbo, o tal vez, sólo siguen su instinto. Vuelan siempre acompañados, pero siempre hay alguno que se perdió en el camino. No tienen problemas, porque cuando se elevan olvidan todo, viven una vida distinta en cada vuelo. Les cuesta aprender a hacerlo, pero nunca lo olvidan. No tienen rocas en su camino, sólo aire, nubes, sol y luna. Nada los ata, pueden ir a donde quieran, cuando quieran, sin cadenas u órdenes, sin tareas, problemas ni restricciones. Creo que lo que realmente me gusta de las aves volando, es cómo son, porque, me gustaría ser una de &lt;strong&gt;ellas&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sp2_3dUiRMc/TmALDa4pizI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qe1fWNwQ6TY/s1600/c2fe52685364e0ffb0295de0afc9ae33_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sp2_3dUiRMc/TmALDa4pizI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qe1fWNwQ6TY/s320/c2fe52685364e0ffb0295de0afc9ae33_large.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-1498441867825310852?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/1498441867825310852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/1498441867825310852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/09/hay-sensaciones-en-vida-que-no-tienen.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sp2_3dUiRMc/TmALDa4pizI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qe1fWNwQ6TY/s72-c/c2fe52685364e0ffb0295de0afc9ae33_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-6547659070245865464</id><published>2011-07-29T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:56:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I hate how much I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you boy, but I just can &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;let you go.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-6547659070245865464?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/6547659070245865464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/6547659070245865464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hate-how-much-i-love-you-boy-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-2135929442685127344</id><published>2011-06-15T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T18:32:02.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Cómo estás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sé que la gente tal vez se interesa o preocupa por mí, pero cuando me toca contestar lo hago, como siempre, con esa palabra rutinaria, utilizada por personas cobardes o reservadas. Tal vez es porque creo que mi situación no tiene solución, o porque da más trabajo explicarlo que entender qué es realmente lo que me pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNZzH9E9Ado/Tflb9fLBYWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N5BRfhvsYm8/s1600/IMG_4791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNZzH9E9Ado/Tflb9fLBYWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N5BRfhvsYm8/s320/IMG_4791.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Estoy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-2135929442685127344?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2135929442685127344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2135929442685127344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/06/como-estas.html' title='¿Cómo estás?'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNZzH9E9Ado/Tflb9fLBYWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N5BRfhvsYm8/s72-c/IMG_4791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-2851422516314389350</id><published>2011-06-15T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:37:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Look for the girl with the broken smile ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Me das una mirada de compasión silenciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;me quedo con un retortijón el estómago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;una sensación minuciosa y oculta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;tratando de encontrar una salida al exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEzPVRkLnxA/TflPPXmIuJI/AAAAAAAAACs/g6yDcEeJ6uQ/s1600/IMG_1598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEzPVRkLnxA/TflPPXmIuJI/AAAAAAAAACs/g6yDcEeJ6uQ/s320/IMG_1598.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;feel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lonely&lt;/i&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/5506835172406053586-2851422516314389350?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2851422516314389350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2851422516314389350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/06/me-das-una-mirada-de-compasion.html' title='~ Look for the girl with the broken smile ~'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MEzPVRkLnxA/TflPPXmIuJI/AAAAAAAAACs/g6yDcEeJ6uQ/s72-c/IMG_1598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-2938880536177343633</id><published>2011-06-14T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:40:18.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRjumWzQJ3w/TfealQfHheI/AAAAAAAAACg/SBtCqNflCJA/s1600/IMG_7400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRjumWzQJ3w/TfealQfHheI/AAAAAAAAACg/SBtCqNflCJA/s320/IMG_7400.JPG" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;just came&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-2938880536177343633?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2938880536177343633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2938880536177343633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-came-to-say-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRjumWzQJ3w/TfealQfHheI/AAAAAAAAACg/SBtCqNflCJA/s72-c/IMG_7400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-7748840734025396373</id><published>2011-05-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:42:27.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Me estás destruyendo. Te lo aseguro. Aunque parezca estar bien, lentamente me voy muriendo. Y sé que no te importo, solo me usas. Pero te necesito tanto, que no me importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;- Esta vez, el esclavo se escapó -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-7748840734025396373?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/7748840734025396373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/7748840734025396373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-estas-destruyendo.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-6107541670187706387</id><published>2011-05-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:20:12.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Son esas raras&amp;nbsp;transiciones, las que me destruyen &lt;i&gt;completamente&lt;/i&gt;. Cuando la historia da un giro de 360º, y yo me perdí en la mitad del camino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Porque, yo creí que eras diferente. Yo creí, que por fin había encontrado a esa persona, con la que quería pasar el resto de mi adolescencia, la que me alegraría todas las mañanas, con una sonrisa de complicidad y unas caricias suaves y delicadas.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo creí&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan duro, pensar que ahora es todo tan diferente entre nosotros. Todo tan frío. Tan complicado. Ni siquiera un "Hola" puede salir de tu boca, para yo sentir tu cálido aliento. No puedo, en verdad, no puedo sacarte de mi mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnM1JnrZE50/Tcs75QdF5ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/MHcQGw7rT6E/s1600/IMG_6474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnM1JnrZE50/Tcs75QdF5ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/MHcQGw7rT6E/s320/IMG_6474.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo es tan duro desde que te fuiste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-6107541670187706387?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/6107541670187706387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/6107541670187706387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/05/son-esas-raras-las-que-me-destruyen.html' title='You&apos;re gone.'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnM1JnrZE50/Tcs75QdF5ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/MHcQGw7rT6E/s72-c/IMG_6474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-6284607251560066149</id><published>2011-05-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:34:41.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L♥ve g4me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Estoy devastada.&amp;nbsp;Tratando de buscar una manera para amortiguar mi dolor, me susurrás al&amp;nbsp;oído tiernas palabras dichas con despecho y&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sin ningún sentimiento&lt;/i&gt;. Yo caigo tontamente en el mismo juego, la misma ilusión de siempre, pensando que todo va a estar bien, y que por fin vas a cambiar. Pero cuando te veo repitiendo tus acciones sin remordimiento, no conmigo, me doy cuenta que nunca voy a ser única para vos. Mi corazón se rompe en mil pedazos, incrustándose simultáneamente en mi estómago, y el juego empieza de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qUaUm1s-1kg/TclrlwkFXvI/AAAAAAAAACI/YOzFJeiM6YU/s1600/subirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qUaUm1s-1kg/TclrlwkFXvI/AAAAAAAAACI/YOzFJeiM6YU/s320/subirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como en un juego de niños, en el que crees que nadie va a salir lastimado. Pero en verdad, ¿Lo crees?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/5506835172406053586-6284607251560066149?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/6284607251560066149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/6284607251560066149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/05/lve-game.html' title='L♥ve g4me.'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qUaUm1s-1kg/TclrlwkFXvI/AAAAAAAAACI/YOzFJeiM6YU/s72-c/subirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-3094037725370225382</id><published>2011-05-10T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:42:46.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d e s a p e g o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Es tan tonta, la manera en la que quiero desapegarme de las cosas. Porque lo doy como un hecho, sabiendo que &lt;i&gt;me estoy mintiendo a mi misma&lt;/i&gt;. Ocultándome la verdad y mis verdaderos sentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-Pero más me duele no intentarlo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMTi-S-519I/Tclh9DxSnJI/AAAAAAAAACE/6ySngZ1QxtI/s1600/IMG_6275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMTi-S-519I/Tclh9DxSnJI/AAAAAAAAACE/6ySngZ1QxtI/s320/IMG_6275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me importás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-3094037725370225382?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/3094037725370225382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/3094037725370225382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/05/d-e-s-p-e-g-o.html' title='d e s a p e g o'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMTi-S-519I/Tclh9DxSnJI/AAAAAAAAACE/6ySngZ1QxtI/s72-c/IMG_6275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-8921163866644177909</id><published>2011-05-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:59:49.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love  truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you  smile. Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we  should dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQLxTfX_OK4/TcTDaJY9e4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DIQ0Nop0gkg/s1600/you+are+the+only+one.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQLxTfX_OK4/TcTDaJY9e4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DIQ0Nop0gkg/s320/you+are+the+only+one.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-8921163866644177909?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/8921163866644177909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/8921163866644177909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-short-break-rules-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gQLxTfX_OK4/TcTDaJY9e4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/DIQ0Nop0gkg/s72-c/you+are+the+only+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-5367667895238996244</id><published>2011-04-28T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:17:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ama a quién llora por tí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sí, lo sé, tal vez me busco amores demasiado &lt;i&gt;imposibles&lt;/i&gt;. Sé que tengo que dejar de sufrir, y buscar otro camino. Pero, ¿Si amamos al que llora por nosotros, no estamos haciendo una cadena infinita, en la que todos amamos al &lt;u&gt;equivocado&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-5367667895238996244?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/5367667895238996244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/5367667895238996244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/04/ama-quien-llora-por-ti.html' title='Ama a quién llora por tí.'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-3015973786247277358</id><published>2011-04-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:06:55.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusión.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Estoy demasiado confundida. Vos me confundís. ¡No te entiendo! ¿La querés a ella o a mí? ¡Decidite! No podés tenernos a las dos. O a otras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Odio no poder odiarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Odio no poder olvidarme de vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Odio no dejar de pensar en vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Odio tener que quererte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xarleen.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/corazon-ventana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://xarleen.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/corazon-ventana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-3015973786247277358?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/3015973786247277358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/3015973786247277358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/04/confusion.html' title='Confusión.'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-2541699331235186765</id><published>2011-04-27T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:06:37.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿No ilusionarse nunca o perder la ilusión?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dicen que hay que tener esperanzas, porque si algo se desea mucho, ocurre. Lo único que consigo teniendo esperanzas es ilusionarme. Invento un mundo nuevo, en el que todo es perfecto. Mi imaginación vuela, y no deseo nada más que ello. Pero luego, nunca nada sale como lo planeamos. Consigo trae una gran desilusión, y caigo en una depresión profunda, y de nuevo el nudo en la garganta. Conclusión: No hay que esperar nada de nadie. ¿Cierto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq7ER2sc45E/TbjAQEACoNI/AAAAAAAAABs/OnW6XrZvzvA/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq7ER2sc45E/TbjAQEACoNI/AAAAAAAAABs/OnW6XrZvzvA/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dogs days are over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-2541699331235186765?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2541699331235186765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2541699331235186765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-ilusionarse-nunca-o-perder-la.html' title='¿No ilusionarse nunca o perder la ilusión?'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq7ER2sc45E/TbjAQEACoNI/AAAAAAAAABs/OnW6XrZvzvA/s72-c/IMG_1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-414047289196722355</id><published>2011-04-24T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:06:17.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Este es uno de esos días, en los que me gustaría no hacer nada, y estar acostada en mi cama escuchando canciones cursis. Odio, juro que &lt;u&gt;odio&lt;/u&gt; ese nudo en la garganta. Cuando el estómago se retuerce y casi no puedo respirar. Detesto estar así. Y lo que más detesto es no poder solucionarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;¡Hay gente tan odiosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Es como si les gustaría hacer sufrir a los demás, como un pasatiempo. Quisiera tirar todo, e irme bien lejos. Al campo, en el medio de la nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Sal por los campos, contempla la naturaleza y el sol, corre al aire libre y trata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de reencontrar a la dicha en tí misma y en lo que te rodea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ana Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"&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&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtu7peI5nE4/TbXi49jkJxI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hu3iaHKzTiM/s1600/IMG_3878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtu7peI5nE4/TbXi49jkJxI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hu3iaHKzTiM/s320/IMG_3878.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;h8u&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/5506835172406053586-414047289196722355?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/414047289196722355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/414047289196722355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/04/odio-juro-que-odio-ese-nudo-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtu7peI5nE4/TbXi49jkJxI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hu3iaHKzTiM/s72-c/IMG_3878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-2664140585267550676</id><published>2011-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:38:22.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cuando empiezo a escribir, pienso: ¿A &lt;u&gt;alguien&lt;/u&gt; le importará lo que YO tenga que decir? ¿Alguien mirará más allá de su nariz para descifrarme a mí? ¿Alguien se tomará cinco minutos para intentar comprender mi mundo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tal vez me estoy haciendo demasiadas expectativas, no soy tan importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Uno siempre busca algo de qué aferrarse, algo que le produzca emociones, o que lo conmueva. Yo no vengo a escribir sobre dos personas enamoradas, solo vengo a contar mi historia. Tal vez crean, que soy una despechada, sin sentimientos, pero cada uno tiene su alter ego&lt;i&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Está asociado con el&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;ranstorno de identidad disociativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;en el cual cada una de las personalidades del 'yo' perciben e interactuan con el mundo de diferente modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, en el que esconden sus verdaderos sentimientos. Sobre todo la gente como yo, que es como una cebolla. Lo sé, es gracioso, pero tras capas y capas de frialdad, siempre encontramos una chica insegura, con demasiados sentimientos, reprimidos desde hace ya mucho tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Quiero salir-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Espero no hacerlos llorar con mis capas de cebolla. Dudo que lo logre, pero ¿Quién sabe? Solo quiero, que haya gente lo suficientemente buena para entenderme, o comparta opiniones conmigo. Porque eso es lo que nadie quiere: estar solo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9ME2k6n3yI/TbHGHjz3A4I/AAAAAAAAABI/DLOC4bIsH0I/s1600/IMG_5349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9ME2k6n3yI/TbHGHjz3A4I/AAAAAAAAABI/DLOC4bIsH0I/s320/IMG_5349.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;¿Lo estoy?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-2664140585267550676?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2664140585267550676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/2664140585267550676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/04/empiezo-escribir-pienso-alguien-le.html' title=''/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9ME2k6n3yI/TbHGHjz3A4I/AAAAAAAAABI/DLOC4bIsH0I/s72-c/IMG_5349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5506835172406053586.post-7540263274157162836</id><published>2011-04-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:31:30.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry fields for ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Dicen que para escribir tenés que estar realmente "jodido". Tenés que ser un libro abierto, de par en par, y exponerte, a las críticas y a las felicitaciones. Nunca voy a saber si soy realmente buena, pero voy a empezar, y, espero, mejorar con el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;El nombre del blog viene de el título de mi canción favorita: Across the world, de los inmejorables beatles. Como el título completo estaba usado, cambié la palabra across por la palabra through. A mi me gusta, tal como es, porque le puse algo &lt;i&gt;mío&lt;/i&gt; a algo de &lt;i&gt;ellos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Algo de mí: Me llamo Rocío, tengo 14 años. La ciudad que más amo es Nueva York. Me gusta demasiado la fotografía, ya creo que es una obsesión. Mi parte preferida es editar las fotos, y mejorarlas, o destacar lo que quiero demostrar. También estoy obsesionada del inglés, es el idioma que me gustaría hablar de por vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_n3Oer1sFg/TbDHEe4LDYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oghmJCkOPDU/s1600/IMG_4696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_n3Oer1sFg/TbDHEe4LDYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oghmJCkOPDU/s400/IMG_4696.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506835172406053586-7540263274157162836?l=throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/7540263274157162836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5506835172406053586/posts/default/7540263274157162836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://throughtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/04/que-para-escribir-tenes-que-estar.html' title='Strawberry fields for ever.'/><author><name>The girl with the broken smile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670521027872011708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHDtivLziHA/TbDEAYvhOnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WpdO6hRfKc8/s220/IMG_4580.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S_n3Oer1sFg/TbDHEe4LDYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oghmJCkOPDU/s72-c/IMG_4696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
