<?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-4488731417746491987</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:50:30.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se nos suicidan los motivos de seguir.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4289923648463835679</id><published>2012-02-16T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:50:30.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOGfSyO-m1Q/Tz3cVbaTieI/AAAAAAAAAz8/28g8SarpQR0/s1600/GEMELAS-OLSEN-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOGfSyO-m1Q/Tz3cVbaTieI/AAAAAAAAAz8/28g8SarpQR0/s320/GEMELAS-OLSEN-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que te conocí, te tuve un momento y te viví, que nos hicimos bien y luego tuvimos que partir. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que nunca supimos como llamar esto que nos hizo, que el piso se nos movió y todo quedó distinto.&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/4488731417746491987-4289923648463835679?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4289923648463835679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-te-conoci-te-tuve-un-momento-y-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4289923648463835679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4289923648463835679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-te-conoci-te-tuve-un-momento-y-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOGfSyO-m1Q/Tz3cVbaTieI/AAAAAAAAAz8/28g8SarpQR0/s72-c/GEMELAS-OLSEN-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-6775767461769672638</id><published>2012-02-16T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T13:19:32.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Que no podamos estar juntos no significa que no te ame" G.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckj6lDDidPk/Tz1vTbT5peI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-iQvD3lWIdA/s1600/7BULuWdkOxY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckj6lDDidPk/Tz1vTbT5peI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-iQvD3lWIdA/s1600/7BULuWdkOxY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNuU_OwiN58/Tz1vXhQeN0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/4t8ofBvmZcE/s1600/417057_184612511642573_121349481302210_270131_1952290103_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNuU_OwiN58/Tz1vXhQeN0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/4t8ofBvmZcE/s1600/417057_184612511642573_121349481302210_270131_1952290103_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-6775767461769672638?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6775767461769672638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-no-podamos-estar-juntos-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6775767461769672638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6775767461769672638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-no-podamos-estar-juntos-no.html' title='&quot;Que no podamos estar juntos no significa que no te ame&quot; G.G'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckj6lDDidPk/Tz1vTbT5peI/AAAAAAAAAzs/-iQvD3lWIdA/s72-c/7BULuWdkOxY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-5841396858402105653</id><published>2012-02-15T02:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T02:53:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iC5PWiddJWc/TzuOl1RTL_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/qppIWRjBctc/s1600/407339_185136021586198_163983490368118_241758_1778032566_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitivamente no. Nadie cambia de la noche a la mañana. Nadie cumple una promesa que ya prometió tres veces antes. Si no lo hizo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no lo va hacer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. ¿La solución? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprender a &lt;u&gt;dejarlo ir&lt;/u&gt; y esperar que el tiempo traiga algo &lt;b&gt;mejor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&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/4488731417746491987-430903648337724965?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/430903648337724965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/definitivamente-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/430903648337724965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/430903648337724965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/definitivamente-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2925976873150004401</id><published>2012-02-14T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:03:07.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAY VECES QUE TE TENÉS QUE OLVIDAR DE LO QUE SENTÍS Y RECORDAR LO QUE MERECÉS.&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/-OAppQCbQEY8/TztYUC98JEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/D_1I7dtBL5E/s1600/tumblr_lzccsabqwX1rnbhyqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAppQCbQEY8/TztYUC98JEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/D_1I7dtBL5E/s320/tumblr_lzccsabqwX1rnbhyqo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&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/4488731417746491987-2925976873150004401?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2925976873150004401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/hay-veces-que-te-tenes-que-olvidar-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2925976873150004401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2925976873150004401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/hay-veces-que-te-tenes-que-olvidar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OAppQCbQEY8/TztYUC98JEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/D_1I7dtBL5E/s72-c/tumblr_lzccsabqwX1rnbhyqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-5430526571219730376</id><published>2012-02-13T23:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T23:04:51.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFwhQbdv-jA/TzoHZBpbM7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/wkIgaTMyrto/s1600/a3msc.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFwhQbdv-jA/TzoHZBpbM7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/wkIgaTMyrto/s640/a3msc.png" width="640" /&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/4488731417746491987-5430526571219730376?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/5430526571219730376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/5430526571219730376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/5430526571219730376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yFwhQbdv-jA/TzoHZBpbM7I/AAAAAAAAAyo/wkIgaTMyrto/s72-c/a3msc.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-46477647549129999</id><published>2012-02-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:42:04.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmGZpZN1NTA/Tzm7dE1XdGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aKWjMskZyHk/s1600/tumblr_lzccv8AhDr1rnbhyqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmGZpZN1NTA/Tzm7dE1XdGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aKWjMskZyHk/s320/tumblr_lzccv8AhDr1rnbhyqo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;¿Por qué siempre nos damos cuenta de las cosas que hemos perdido cuando ya no podemos recuperarlas? &lt;/span&gt;Pero de nada sirven las lamentaciones, ni ponernos a revolver como locos los armarios o revivir sentimientos que ya no están ahí, y querer recuperar el tiempo perdido a fuerza de vivir más aprisa, o &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;pedir perdón cuando ya no queda nadie que nos pueda perdonar nada&lt;/span&gt;. Hay tantas cosas que echamos de menos... Porque no importa lo que perdamos: un libro, un familiar, &lt;u&gt;el amor de nuestra vida&lt;/u&gt;…&lt;b&gt; Lo perdido, perdido está para siempre&lt;/b&gt;.&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/4488731417746491987-46477647549129999?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/46477647549129999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/por-que-siempre-nos-damos-cuenta-de-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/46477647549129999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/46477647549129999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/por-que-siempre-nos-damos-cuenta-de-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmGZpZN1NTA/Tzm7dE1XdGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aKWjMskZyHk/s72-c/tumblr_lzccv8AhDr1rnbhyqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-419505839498805389</id><published>2012-02-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:28:13.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;No existe el olvido, no se puede olvidar a una&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;persona o un hecho, simplemente, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;se supera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Superas relaciones, superas miedos, superas pérdidas, superas heridas, continuamente superamos cosas,&lt;u&gt; pero no las olvidamos&lt;/u&gt;. No desaparecen de un día para el otro ni de un año a otro de nuestra mente, simplemente comenzamos a darle importancia a otras cosas u otras personas que nos van alejando de lo que nos causa daño hasta que logramos que no nos afecten más. Es una cuestión más que nada, de &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;tiempo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwK1cbF5zqQ/TzlHyIyt8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xW0l7xUpk4Y/s1600/DelightBC_NewDay_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwK1cbF5zqQ/TzlHyIyt8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xW0l7xUpk4Y/s320/DelightBC_NewDay_large.jpg" width="320" /&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/4488731417746491987-419505839498805389?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/419505839498805389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-existe-el-olvido-no-se-puede-olvidar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/419505839498805389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/419505839498805389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-existe-el-olvido-no-se-puede-olvidar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwK1cbF5zqQ/TzlHyIyt8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xW0l7xUpk4Y/s72-c/DelightBC_NewDay_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-1818209242934532781</id><published>2012-02-12T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T16:25:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3msc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KjoVzyclE8/TzhVOSQ4aqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jcefii9BMJ8/s1600/3MSC01_galeriaBig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KjoVzyclE8/TzhVOSQ4aqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jcefii9BMJ8/s320/3MSC01_galeriaBig.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;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He aprendido una pequeña verdad, el mundo te quiere rápido para que llegues a tiempo. Te quiere veloz para recordar sólo el sonido de tus pasos y es por eso que cuando te acuerdas que no vas a ningún lado y aceleras."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vz6_JTYP3o/TzhWZTv8ryI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6jpW3eNR2o8/s1600/28122_129388977085358_108225709201685_259981_2793972_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Vz6_JTYP3o/TzhWZTv8ryI/AAAAAAAAAyA/6jpW3eNR2o8/s320/28122_129388977085358_108225709201685_259981_2793972_n.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;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Siempre hay un momento en el que el camino se bifurca, &lt;b&gt;cada uno toma una dirección pensando que al final los caminos se volverán a unir&lt;/b&gt;. Desde tu camino ves a la otra persona cada vez más pequeña, no pasa nada, estamos hechos el uno para el otro, al final estará ella, pero al final solo ocurre una cosa..."&lt;/i&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCK3r_KCzRQ/TzhWcQKcHJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RMd_q9Icg-4/s1600/Tres-Metros-Sobre-El-Cielo-tres-metros-sobre-el-cielo-28604362-720-304.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCK3r_KCzRQ/TzhWcQKcHJI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RMd_q9Icg-4/s320/Tres-Metros-Sobre-El-Cielo-tres-metros-sobre-el-cielo-28604362-720-304.png" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Ya no hay vuelta atrás, lo sientes. Y justo entonces intentas recordar en que momento comenzó todo, y descubres que todo empezó antes de lo que pensabas, mucho antes, y es ahí, justo en ese momento, &lt;b&gt;cuando te das cuenta de que las cosas solo ocurren una vez&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Y por mucho que te esfuerces ya no volverás a sentir lo mismo, ya nunca tendrás la sensación de estar a tres metros sobre el cielo&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WH5LN7Sve08/TzhWdJxn4rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/e9I8JjxU7WQ/s1600/3MSC05_galeriaBig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WH5LN7Sve08/TzhWdJxn4rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/e9I8JjxU7WQ/s320/3MSC05_galeriaBig.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4488731417746491987-1818209242934532781?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/1818209242934532781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/3msc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/1818209242934532781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/1818209242934532781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/3msc.html' title='3msc.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KjoVzyclE8/TzhVOSQ4aqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Jcefii9BMJ8/s72-c/3MSC01_galeriaBig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2434442436111741059</id><published>2012-02-11T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:03:25.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbH0WPgt6GE/TzbzgR5ifpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6Bs9eCdtofc/s1600/tumblr_lz79cv6ile1rnu4eoo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbH0WPgt6GE/TzbzgR5ifpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6Bs9eCdtofc/s320/tumblr_lz79cv6ile1rnu4eoo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Si te mostré pedazos de piel que la luz del sol aún no toca y tantos lunares que ni yo misma conocía.. te mostré mi fuerza bruta, mi talón de Aquiles, mi poesía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-2434442436111741059?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2434442436111741059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/si-te-mostre-pedazos-de-piel-que-la-luz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2434442436111741059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2434442436111741059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/si-te-mostre-pedazos-de-piel-que-la-luz.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbH0WPgt6GE/TzbzgR5ifpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6Bs9eCdtofc/s72-c/tumblr_lz79cv6ile1rnu4eoo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-6710437505998327340</id><published>2012-02-10T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:22:47.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qga3XUTjIFU/TzWmVBfBImI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kmdH4XYvXi4/s1600/6809597083_3f164c0e68_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qga3XUTjIFU/TzWmVBfBImI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kmdH4XYvXi4/s320/6809597083_3f164c0e68_z_large.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No quise retenerlo, ¿&lt;b&gt;de qué hubiera servido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;deshacer las maletas del olvido&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Pero no sé qué diera por tenerlo ahora mismo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mirando por encima de mi hombro lo que escribo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Le di mis noches y mi pan, mi angustia, mi risa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a cambio de sus besos y su prisa&lt;i&gt;;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;con el descubrí que hay amores eternos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que duran lo que dura un corto invierno.&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/4488731417746491987-6710437505998327340?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6710437505998327340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-quise-retenerlo-de-que-hubiera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6710437505998327340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6710437505998327340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-quise-retenerlo-de-que-hubiera.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qga3XUTjIFU/TzWmVBfBImI/AAAAAAAAAxg/kmdH4XYvXi4/s72-c/6809597083_3f164c0e68_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-849647060779544147</id><published>2012-02-09T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:13:04.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recibimos flores y balas en un mismo corazón.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkOsQn71DqE/TzSLAKvTxII/AAAAAAAAAxI/8_MulmcA8Cw/s1600/409490_171275676307894_1661451632_n_large+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkOsQn71DqE/TzSLAKvTxII/AAAAAAAAAxI/8_MulmcA8Cw/s1600/409490_171275676307894_1661451632_n_large+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-849647060779544147?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/849647060779544147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/recibimos-flores-y-balas-en-un-mismo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/849647060779544147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/849647060779544147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/recibimos-flores-y-balas-en-un-mismo.html' title='Recibimos flores y balas en un mismo corazón.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkOsQn71DqE/TzSLAKvTxII/AAAAAAAAAxI/8_MulmcA8Cw/s72-c/409490_171275676307894_1661451632_n_large+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-833232653233513972</id><published>2012-02-09T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:14:46.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin embargo, hoy te quiero más.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukpwYMM1xZA/TzRvKYqOwTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/euh8kZ5aC7M/s1600/girly384.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukpwYMM1xZA/TzRvKYqOwTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/euh8kZ5aC7M/s320/girly384.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estoy tan cansado y acostumbrado a no esperar nada de vos. Igual que ayer no estoy, igual que ayer me voy soñando, &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;esperando un milagro de vos&lt;/span&gt;.&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/4488731417746491987-833232653233513972?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/833232653233513972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/sin-embargo-hoy-te-quiero-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/833232653233513972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/833232653233513972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/sin-embargo-hoy-te-quiero-mas.html' title='Sin embargo, hoy te quiero más.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ukpwYMM1xZA/TzRvKYqOwTI/AAAAAAAAAw4/euh8kZ5aC7M/s72-c/girly384.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4209615412128759032</id><published>2012-02-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:01:31.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>☮</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Aprenderás que las nuevas amistades continúan creciendo a pesar de las distancias, y que no importa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que es lo que tienes, sino a quien tienes en la vida, y que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;los buenos amigos son la familia que nos permitimos elegir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. Aprenderás que no tenemos que cambiar de amigos, si estamos dispuestos a aceptar que los amigos cambian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwhBC4IRymg/TzNEDFTJovI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Lpp65N2Uf3w/s1600/409509_372938296056236_100000202063822_1702447_538647291_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwhBC4IRymg/TzNEDFTJovI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Lpp65N2Uf3w/s320/409509_372938296056236_100000202063822_1702447_538647291_n.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: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9yOMDmTqZiA/TzNEmWxMTZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/rfW5NMXR910/s1600/380845_349175858432480_100000202063822_1618392_1747987880_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9yOMDmTqZiA/TzNEmWxMTZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/rfW5NMXR910/s320/380845_349175858432480_100000202063822_1618392_1747987880_n.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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-4209615412128759032?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4209615412128759032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4209615412128759032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4209615412128759032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='☮'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwhBC4IRymg/TzNEDFTJovI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Lpp65N2Uf3w/s72-c/409509_372938296056236_100000202063822_1702447_538647291_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-7128240251264049410</id><published>2012-02-08T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T19:48:39.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dicen que al mal tiempo buena cara, que después de la tormenta siempre llega la calma, pero que al fin y al cabo las cosas nunca cambian. Que todo lo que sube baja, pero que agua que pasa no mueve molinos. También dicen que todo el mundo merece una segunda oportunidad, pero que &lt;b&gt;segundas partes nunca fueron buenas&lt;/b&gt;; que quien tiene boca se equivoca y que rectificar es de sabios. Que&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; querer es poder&lt;/span&gt; y hace más quien quiere que quien puede, pero que &lt;i&gt;quien todo lo quiere todo lo pierde&lt;/i&gt;, además que &lt;i&gt;de donde no hay no se puede sacar&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que quien no arriesga no gana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que quien la sigue la consigue. Que no por mucho madrugar amanece más temprano, pero que a quien madruga Dios le ayuda. Que si te pica te rascas, que todo lo que escuece cura. Que no hay mas ciego que el que no quiere ver, que a palabras necias oidos sordos pero que a buen entendedor pocas palabras bastan. Que la confianza da asco. Y que quien no corre vuela, que ya se sabe que&lt;u&gt; las apariencias engañan&lt;/u&gt; y que por supuesto que no es oro todo lo que reluce. Y mira que quieres que te diga si &lt;i&gt;quien avisa no es traidor&lt;/i&gt;, que si te he visto no me acuerdo, y que a rey muerto rey puesto. &lt;b&gt;Que más vale solo que mal acompañado&lt;/b&gt;.&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/-i71OCC2zEkE/TzNB9sbhB6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/evoEX42VyoQ/s1600/tumblr_lw2c9fXt7g1qfik8to1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i71OCC2zEkE/TzNB9sbhB6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/evoEX42VyoQ/s320/tumblr_lw2c9fXt7g1qfik8to1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 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/4488731417746491987-7128240251264049410?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/7128240251264049410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicen-que-al-mal-tiempo-buena-cara-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/7128240251264049410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/7128240251264049410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicen-que-al-mal-tiempo-buena-cara-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i71OCC2zEkE/TzNB9sbhB6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/evoEX42VyoQ/s72-c/tumblr_lw2c9fXt7g1qfik8to1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-741715236353321530</id><published>2012-02-08T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:56:16.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd2aWTv90AQ/TzK2lshV37I/AAAAAAAAAv4/CwyUO2gS6JM/s1600/fashion,floral,shoes-5d1bf24c6e02718268d37b168bb647f9_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd2aWTv90AQ/TzK2lshV37I/AAAAAAAAAv4/CwyUO2gS6JM/s320/fashion,floral,shoes-5d1bf24c6e02718268d37b168bb647f9_h_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No hay más mendigo, ni más que pagar, que de &lt;i&gt;echarte de menos sin más que contar&lt;/i&gt;. No hay más miedo sincero que no respirar, no hay más vida, ni tiempo, ni más que pensar. No hay más, ni versos, ni noches, no hay más principios, ni fe, ni final. No hay más problemas, ni ganas de andar, no hay distancia más grande que donde tu estas. No hay palabras, risas, cuentos, no hay destinos ni momentos, no hay caricias, no hay desprecios, no hay canciones ni recuerdos. No hay más. No hay más imposibles que no verte, más mal sueños que perderte, no hay silencios que callen por ti.&lt;i&gt; No hay más ilusiones que tenerte, más riquezas que quererte, no hay un pobre más pobre sin ti&lt;/i&gt;. No hay más, ni versos, ni noches, ni besos, ni abrazos, principios, ni fe, ni final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-741715236353321530?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/741715236353321530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-hay-mas-mendigo-ni-mas-que-pagar-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/741715236353321530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/741715236353321530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-hay-mas-mendigo-ni-mas-que-pagar-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd2aWTv90AQ/TzK2lshV37I/AAAAAAAAAv4/CwyUO2gS6JM/s72-c/fashion,floral,shoes-5d1bf24c6e02718268d37b168bb647f9_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8615255303102037862</id><published>2012-02-07T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:35:57.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yo no quiero darte más dolores de cabeza, ni mirar la cuerda como se tensa y ni mucho menos ser tu parte negativa, cuando tu me has dado tanta alegría. Y no puedo decirte que te vayas o te quedes, &lt;b&gt;pero si te quedas te lo voy a agradecer&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/4488731417746491987-8615255303102037862?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8615255303102037862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/yo-no-quiero-darte-mas-dolores-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8615255303102037862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8615255303102037862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/yo-no-quiero-darte-mas-dolores-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4457660716884414963</id><published>2012-02-07T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:04:54.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But don't you remember?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Don't you remember?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The reason you loved me before,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Baby, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;please remember me once more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEXuRJAyAPY/TzHX7-8Tt4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/zmq61rAR1Xg/s1600/409372_2754465216005_1088916420_32701684_525645457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEXuRJAyAPY/TzHX7-8Tt4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/zmq61rAR1Xg/s320/409372_2754465216005_1088916420_32701684_525645457_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When was the last time you thought of me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Or have you completely erased me from your memory?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I often think about where I went wrong,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The more I do, the less I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-4457660716884414963?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4457660716884414963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/but-dont-you-remember-dont-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4457660716884414963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4457660716884414963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/but-dont-you-remember-dont-you-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mEXuRJAyAPY/TzHX7-8Tt4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/zmq61rAR1Xg/s72-c/409372_2754465216005_1088916420_32701684_525645457_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4727552435967754714</id><published>2012-02-07T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T17:47:45.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover.</title><content type='html'>Tocaste mi corazón, me llegaste al alma, cambiaste mi vida y todas mis metas. Me di cuenta que el amor es ciego cuando me cegaste el corazón. Bese tus labios, sostuve tu cabeza. Compartí tus sueños, compartí tu cama. Te conozco bien, reconozco tu olor. Has sido mi gran adicción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYbgQpoZjAk/TzHUDvWP4pI/AAAAAAAAAuA/y74UOsZmdro/s1600/tumblr_lyxwpicQ201qhyrg0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYbgQpoZjAk/TzHUDvWP4pI/AAAAAAAAAuA/y74UOsZmdro/s320/tumblr_lyxwpicQ201qhyrg0o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&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/4488731417746491987-4727552435967754714?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4727552435967754714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodbye-my-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4727552435967754714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4727552435967754714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hYbgQpoZjAk/TzHUDvWP4pI/AAAAAAAAAuA/y74UOsZmdro/s72-c/tumblr_lyxwpicQ201qhyrg0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-1444092890211639625</id><published>2011-12-22T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:43:12.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52XL6az6DG0/TvPqsLxTslI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WopHHK0Xzf4/s1600/DSC05876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52XL6az6DG0/TvPqsLxTslI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WopHHK0Xzf4/s320/DSC05876.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y sí, también intento meterme en la cabeza eso de que hay que olvidar lo que uno siente y recordar lo que uno merece, pero cuanto más lo pienso más me hundo. ¿Cómo voy a olvidar &amp;nbsp;tu risa cuando decías mi nombre? ¿Cómo voy a olvidar esa sonrisa que intentabas ocultarte, esa que solo provocaba yo? ¿Cómo voy a olvidar cada una de esas historias sin pies ni cabeza con las que conseguías que me riera en la cara de los problemas? &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;¿Cómo voy a olvidar que fuiste la persona que más me marcó, la que consiguió, a fuerza de peleas, discusiones y reconciliaciones, ser una pieza&lt;b&gt; fundamental&lt;/b&gt; para mí? &lt;/span&gt;¿Cómo voy a conseguir olvidarte, si tengo todos tus gestos más interiorizados que lo míos incluso? ¿Cómo voy a conseguir olvidarte si me sigo sorprendiendo a mí misma pensando que seguro que tal cosa u otra te va a hacer gracia, cuando &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;sé perfectamente que ni siquiera me voy a atrever a hablarte&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? ¿Cómo voy a conseguir olvidarte cuando ni yo tengo claro si es mejor para mí intentar salvarnos de nuevo o nadar a contracorriente fuera de todo esto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-1444092890211639625?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/1444092890211639625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-si-tambien-intento-meterme-en-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/1444092890211639625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/1444092890211639625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/12/y-si-tambien-intento-meterme-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52XL6az6DG0/TvPqsLxTslI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WopHHK0Xzf4/s72-c/DSC05876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-6763351067745061589</id><published>2011-12-11T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:05:18.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigo por vos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;orque no sabes el dolor que se siente al perderlo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-575249631300458318?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/575249631300458318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/porque-no-sabes-el-dolor-que-se-siente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/575249631300458318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/575249631300458318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/porque-no-sabes-el-dolor-que-se-siente.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-3791273547134044233</id><published>2011-10-24T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:34:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="line-height: 18.7pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;Siempre al mirar tu foto se me nublaba la vista, pesimista he sido siempre y creo que seguiré siendo porque todo me va igual y en recuerdos te sigo viendo. No fue buena tu intención no pude olvidar tu traición, porque murió, se rompió y dejo de latir mi corazón, me encerraste en tu prisión sin previa justificación &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;¿por qué te fuiste?&lt;/b&gt; te pregunto sin darme una explicación.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-3791273547134044233?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/3791273547134044233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/siempre-al-mirar-tu-foto-se-me-nublaba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tti1vgYVuw/TqNKgtvRoAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-_MkkAVNIRQ/s1600/dgfdg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7tti1vgYVuw/TqNKgtvRoAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-_MkkAVNIRQ/s320/dgfdg.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT Ext Condensed Bold', sans-serif; line-height: 110px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;y &amp;nbsp;olvidarme un rato que ahí estás para lastimarme siempre&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/4488731417746491987-3224937849134688472?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 28.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que funcione o no, que este bien o mal, vivirlo con &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;vos&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;para mi es la gloria&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tw Cen MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 28.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-8873581053299883335?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8873581053299883335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2240907528947598683</id><published>2011-10-20T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:13:56.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin palabras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Tw Cen MT', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="197238_138230792912451_114982095237321_241607_6657142_n_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16416321/197238_138230792912451_114982095237321_241607_6657142_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Hand Of Sean&amp;quot;; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;Si no hay mal que por bien no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16416027/tumblr_ltdz2dKz1k1qzlicjo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Hand Of Sean&amp;quot;; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;venga, ¿Qué bien te tra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Hand Of Sean&amp;quot;; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Hand Of Sean&amp;quot;; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;o hasta mí?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Hand Of Sean&amp;quot;; font-size: 17.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-4347076872796280577?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4347076872796280577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-no-hay-mal-que-por-bien-no-venga-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4347076872796280577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4347076872796280577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/si-no-hay-mal-que-por-bien-no-venga-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-3101882362606467136</id><published>2011-10-20T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:08:32.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's never too late to be whoever you want to be"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="150512_1562399913545_1641754825_1229535_8008288_n_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16415988/150512_1562399913545_1641754825_1229535_8008288_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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be&quot;'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-5814930311805688202</id><published>2011-10-20T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:06:52.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No se pierde lo que no tuviste, no se mantiene lo que no es tuyo y no puedes aferrarte a algo que no se quiere quedar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lsrb6wlhte1qf7nzeo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16415997/tumblr_lsrb6wLHte1qf7nzeo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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quiere quedar.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-1775200653801682794</id><published>2011-10-18T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:49:03.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #100b24; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;No te quemes la cabeza por un poco de placer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-396621857468966566</id><published>2011-10-16T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:05:01.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lsvm6gfeth1qhxhfvo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16230278/tumblr_lsvm6gfEth1qhxhfvo1_500_large.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always remember you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-396621857468966566?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/396621857468966566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-always-remember-you_16.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/396621857468966566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/396621857468966566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-always-remember-you_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8219825473266291427</id><published>2011-10-16T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:03:34.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 16.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;”No quiero retenerme en algo que pudo haber sido y que no fue. Hoy me suelto, te suelto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 16.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mañana… mañana no lo se”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 16.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lrix2atupu1qa9qtvo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16230047/tumblr_lrix2aTUpu1qa9qtvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-8219825473266291427?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8219825473266291427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-quiero-retenerme-en-algo-que-pudo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8219825473266291427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8219825473266291427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-quiero-retenerme-en-algo-que-pudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2535871948273071440</id><published>2011-10-16T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:01:34.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;No puedo decir que ahora mismo esté bien. Y mucho menos asegurar que mañana no me vaya a hundir de nuevo. Porque yo tampoco puedo controlar lo de que tú decidas sonreírme una vez más, no puedo prometerme que dejaré de seguir con la mirada esos pasos que se alejan de mí. Y es que, ¿qué se puede hacer si tus latidos están codificados según su corazón? ¿Qué se puede hacer si te gustaría regalarle cada palabra y él está más ciego que cuando tú le enseñaste a ver? &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;¿Qué se puede hacer, cuando lo único que deseas es vivir en el pasado?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ¿Qué puedes hacer tú, qué puedo hacer yo si esos ojos oscuros que me miraban tan ilusionados se han mudado a mi retina y no me permiten ver otra cosa?&amp;nbsp;¿Qué se puede hacer si ya has escrito tanto, si ya has llorado tanto que en ocasiones piensas que te ha dejado vacía pero que solo te puedes agarrar a él? ¿Qué se puede hacer, cuando lo mucho que lo quieres ya no te cabe dentro y necesitas gritarlo porque ya no aguantas más? Que alguien me explique qué diablos se puede hacer si, a pesar de que él ya te ha fallado de todas las formas posibles y bisiestas, tú te niegas a olvidar, a dejar que los recuerdos vuelvan por donde vinieron, solo para no perder lo que, en realidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;amás tuviste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lt2t6qdsdt1qehefto1_1280_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/16230282/tumblr_lt2t6qDSDt1qehefto1_1280_large.jpg" /&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/4488731417746491987-2535871948273071440?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2535871948273071440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-puedo-decir-que-ahora-mismo-este.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2535871948273071440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2535871948273071440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-puedo-decir-que-ahora-mismo-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8563756550646952296</id><published>2011-10-10T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:35:45.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll always remember you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;amás pensé que nos iríamos, con tantas alegrías y tanto dolor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Es muy difícil decir adiós, pero el ayer se &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ha ido y tenemos que salir adelante. Estoy muy agradecida por los momentos, me alegro de haber llegado a conocerte. Los momentos que tuvimos los guardare como una foto que siempre tendré en mi corazón, siempre te recordaré.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-8563756550646952296?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8563756550646952296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-always-remember-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8563756550646952296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8563756550646952296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-always-remember-you.html' title='I&apos;ll always remember you.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2266499848333350010</id><published>2011-10-08T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:04:01.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No valgo por lo que tengo, valgo por lo que perdí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OU36JS7pJU/TpCQck1q_mI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iw_t04UsodQ/s1600/180403_1790069682683_1567857228_2306417_4498304_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OU36JS7pJU/TpCQck1q_mI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iw_t04UsodQ/s1600/180403_1790069682683_1567857228_2306417_4498304_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-2266499848333350010?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2266499848333350010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-valgo-por-lo-que-tengo-valgo-por-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2266499848333350010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2266499848333350010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-valgo-por-lo-que-tengo-valgo-por-lo.html' title='No valgo por lo que tengo, valgo por lo que perdí.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7OU36JS7pJU/TpCQck1q_mI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iw_t04UsodQ/s72-c/180403_1790069682683_1567857228_2306417_4498304_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4770094093060660640</id><published>2011-10-08T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:01:45.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="1009522949c5ff74ea_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15789456/1009522949c5ff74ea_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Frugal Sans&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;No se me va de la cabeza esta manera que tienes de fingir que ni nos conocemos; que nunca me hiciste reír, que jamás fui esa persona con la que te sentiste tan feliz. Aunque creo que mucho peor son esas sonrisas falsas que pinto en mi cara cada vez que nos cruzamos para aparentar que nada duele en absoluto. Y no, tampoco sabes qué es lo que más dolor le causa a este corazón destemplado. Me está consumiendo no poder actuar, no poder presentarme por sorpresa y conseguir como solía que esa nube negra se alejara de ti, y yo sin ninguna razón a la que agarrarme, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;porque ya me has fallado de toda las formas posibles&lt;/i&gt;, sigo preguntándome que será de mí el resto de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Frugal Sans&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-4770094093060660640?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4770094093060660640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-se-me-va-de-la-cabeza-esta-manera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4770094093060660640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4770094093060660640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-se-me-va-de-la-cabeza-esta-manera.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-6933066004914395933</id><published>2011-10-05T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:55:32.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo tuyo fue la intermitencia y la melancolía, lo mío fue aceptarlo todo porque te quería.</title><content type='html'>Te extraño de una&amp;nbsp;manera&amp;nbsp;increíble, me haces &lt;b&gt;tanta&lt;/b&gt; falta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-6933066004914395933?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6933066004914395933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/lo-tuyo-fue-la-intermitencia-y-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6933066004914395933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6933066004914395933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/lo-tuyo-fue-la-intermitencia-y-la.html' title='Lo tuyo fue la intermitencia y la melancolía, lo mío fue aceptarlo todo porque te quería.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4670567838320467744</id><published>2011-10-05T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:52:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Yo tengo un sillón de Marruecos que extraña tu espalda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;un falso Picasso que cobra el retrato en que estabas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;catorce adoquines que exigen tus huellas descalzas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;yo vivo del aire que expulsa el olor de tu blusa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yo tengo temor a perderte, y terror a que vuelvas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;no puedo vivir junto a ti, y sin ti es imposible,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;me muero por verte otra vez y me matas si vuelves,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;que bueno seria despertar y que tú no existieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Si tú no existieras, serian más cortos los días,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;no habría que revolcarse en esta historia inconclusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;que es jugar ruleta rusa con ganas de perder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Si tú no existieras, sería más fácil el aire,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;no habría que respirar todo el aroma que dejaste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;desde el día en que te marchaste,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;si tu no existieras.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Tu tienes el don de lo extremo no hay cómo evitarlo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;jamás fui infeliz y feliz como he sido contigo&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;tu tienes el don de lo absurdo y hay que soportarlo,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;seria mejor desde luego que tú no existieras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lslpsj6ydn1r1is1go1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15664682/tumblr_lslpsj6ydN1r1is1go1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-4670567838320467744?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4670567838320467744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/yo-tengo-un-sillon-de-marruecos-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4670567838320467744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4670567838320467744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/10/yo-tengo-un-sillon-de-marruecos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-1964837690070317216</id><published>2011-09-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:42:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tumblr_ls8zdtqzcc1qbkdaqo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15406118/tumblr_ls8zdtqZCc1qbkdaqo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Para las chicas que están enamoradas de un idiota, un típico nene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Para las que no se cansan de ser rechazadas y siguen intentando&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #31849b; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Para aquellas que aún con el corazón roto lo siguen queriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. Para nosotras que cuanto más forro, más nos encanta y cuando menos nos habla mas los buscamos. Para el famoso ''te juro que no le hablo nunca mas''. Para vos que le revisas el facebook y te ponés a llorar cuando le coquetea a otras minas, y si, llorás con los pañuelos Elite delante de la pc, como una pelotuda. Para vos que te hacés la que sos feliz pero te re dolió su indiferencia. Para todas, que aunque se arrepientan de haberle hablado por chat porque no les contesto, lo siguen haciendo. Para aquellas que buscan cualquier excusa con tal de hablarle. Para vos que abrís su conversación y por orgullo no le hablás, pero mirás su fotito con cara de idiota durante 30 min, para que después aparezca el cartel de ...ESTÁ DESCONECTADO/A y te quieras matar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Para vos que lo amas y el no te da ni cabida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Porque aunque este de novio, seguimos pensando que hay esperanzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. Porque aunque sea un pirata y ande con 10 más soñas con que algún día se ''ponga las pilas''. Para vos que decís ''el se lo pierde'' cuando en el fondo te duele perderlo vos a él. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76923c; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent3; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Para vos que cuando lo estas superando el siempre aparece y te caga la vida TARADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76923c; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent3; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Para vos que todo te hace acordar a él, las sabanas, las cortinas, las llaves y la puta que la parió, que miras el partido de fútbol de su equipo para saber como le fue. Para vos que putiás a la otra minita que se come, le decís gato, y sabemos bien que la mina no tiene nada que ver, que es otra pobre idiota como vos que lo quiere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #943634; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Para vos que lees mensajes viejos de él una y otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #943634; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1c2a47; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Para vos que, para no mirarlo, le preguntas a tus amigas qué esta haciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #945694; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-1964837690070317216?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/1964837690070317216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-las-chicas-que-estan-enamoradas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/1964837690070317216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/1964837690070317216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-las-chicas-que-estan-enamoradas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2605903515244167990</id><published>2011-09-24T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:01:24.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Agency FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 30.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pero dé&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;ame comprenderte, me estoy entregado a un amor que con el tiempo va cambiando. Tal vez ya esperé demasiado, &lt;u&gt;quisiera que estuvieras aquí&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="302143_253106674727290_157716417599650_642915_1915830094_n_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/15182598/302143_253106674727290_157716417599650_642915_1915830094_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Agency FB', sans-serif; font-size: 40px; line-height: 46px;"&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/4488731417746491987-2605903515244167990?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2605903515244167990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-j-ame-comprenderte-me-estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2605903515244167990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2605903515244167990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-j-ame-comprenderte-me-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2769092948686737865</id><published>2011-09-21T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:25:48.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qVZaezEaDM/TnpyIjj3e2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yixvo7LOqqM/s1600/digital+4+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qVZaezEaDM/TnpyIjj3e2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yixvo7LOqqM/s320/digital+4+051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;No sabes como duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;. No, no lo sabes. No sabes lo que es darte cuenta de que es ella, &lt;s&gt;no tú&lt;/s&gt;, la que lo llena. La que es capaz de hacerle feliz sin proponérselo, la que entró en su vida sin llamar y sin pedir permiso. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;La que no tiene ni maldita idea de la espléndida persona que tiene a su lado&lt;/b&gt;. No sabes lo que es que te digan un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;"tranquila, no durarán mucho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;y tener enquistado en el corazón un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;"sé que lo harán".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;No sabes lo que es sentirte tan sumamente inútil por no haber conseguido en el triple de tiempo lo que ella consiguió sin esfuerzo. (¿El triple? Más bien tres veces el triple.) &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;No sabes lo que es morirte por sus huesos, querer ser la que sale en esas fotos, la que está en su mente aún cuando sus labios hablan de otras cosas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. No sabes lo que es este deseo tan hondo de respirar su aire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;no sabes cómo duele tenerlo tan cerca y a la vez tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.5pt; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;, que eres capaz de imaginar lo que sería una vida a su lado, pero te ves incapaz de conseguir su felicidad. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;No sabes lo que es tener mil razones para odiarle, tener presente todas esas ocasiones en que te ha decepcionado pero que todo te resulte algo sin importancia al lado de su sonrisa&lt;/b&gt;. No sabes lo que es perdonarle una, otra y otra vez, sin que él haga nada por disculparse, simplemente porque no puedes acostumbrarte a pasar un día entero sin palpar esa mirada. No sabes lo que es sentirte morir cuando la nombra, querer esconderte y no asomar la cabeza en años porque &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;se te cae el alma al ver lo mucho que le importa&lt;/b&gt;. Y sobre todo, no sabes lo que es seguir a pesar &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;de todo&lt;/b&gt;, a las buenas y a las malas, no sabes cómo duele ser esa que nunca le falla aunque él al dar la vuelta a la esquina la olvide, se preocupe aún menos de lo que suele por si llora, ríe o no puede dormir porque no deja de pensar en él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-2769092948686737865?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2769092948686737865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-sabes-como-duele.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2769092948686737865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2769092948686737865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-sabes-como-duele.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4qVZaezEaDM/TnpyIjj3e2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yixvo7LOqqM/s72-c/digital+4+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-7459681504535483822</id><published>2011-09-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:40:04.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #92cddc; font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;¿No decías que lo abrazarías hasta el fin de los tiempos? ¿No decidiste que te arriesgarías por el? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #92cddc; font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;Y siento vergüenza, vergüenza de mi misma; por haber sido una ingenua, por haber creído en que algo era posible. Sí, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;hoy siento que un océano nos separa; y me he dado cuenta de que yo nunca aprendí a nadar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #92cddc; font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/-MPbPNUF58ag/Tm1wtoD_W3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/iun0TT1HVbo/s1600/DSC05235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbPNUF58ag/Tm1wtoD_W3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/iun0TT1HVbo/s640/DSC05235.JPG" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #92cddc; font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-7459681504535483822?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/7459681504535483822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-decias-que-lo-abrazarias-hasta-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/7459681504535483822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/7459681504535483822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-decias-que-lo-abrazarias-hasta-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MPbPNUF58ag/Tm1wtoD_W3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/iun0TT1HVbo/s72-c/DSC05235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-3445838786073226918</id><published>2011-09-11T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:32:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14615523/tumblr_lrc1swKPnn1qzrkblo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lrc1swkpnn1qzrkblo1_400_large" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14615523/tumblr_lrc1swKPnn1qzrkblo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;¿Por qué siempre consigo que lo que mas quiero, que lo que necesito se acabe ale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;ando de mi? ¿Por qué no te di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;e que sé perfectamente las horas, minutos y segundos que pasaron desde que me di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e34803; font-family: 'MS Mincho'; font-size: 24px;"&gt;iste al oído esas palabras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-3445838786073226918?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/3445838786073226918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/por-que-siempre-consigo-que-lo-que-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3445838786073226918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3445838786073226918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/por-que-siempre-consigo-que-lo-que-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-3347579543818058752</id><published>2011-09-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:31:09.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;En estos momentos mi vida es una llamada en espera, sin vistas a un revulsivo que rompa la aparente tranquilidad. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Todo por no haber echado fuera de mí esas palabras, por no haberle besado, por no haberle llamado cuando aun estaba a tiempo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lrbwyohc1p1qh45rso1_400_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14615527/tumblr_lrbwyohC1P1qh45rso1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Muchas veces, es mejor encontrarse de bruces contra la realidad que seguir anclada en unos ojos cuando &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;hace tiempo que estos han dejado de mirar en tu dirección&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/4488731417746491987-3347579543818058752?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/3347579543818058752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/en-estos-momentos-mi-vida-es-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3347579543818058752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3347579543818058752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/en-estos-momentos-mi-vida-es-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-5041684055429947090</id><published>2011-09-09T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:52:59.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14523483/tumblr_lra71mhpnj1qlrgyyo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lra71mhpnj1qlrgyyo1_400_large" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14523483/tumblr_lra71mhpnj1qlrgyyo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e5b8b7; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 102;"&gt;No se puede salvar lo que ya se quebró, si en la piel está escrito el final, &lt;u&gt;fuiste el único amor en que creí&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e5b8b7; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 102;"&gt;pero el tiempo mató lo que te di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-5041684055429947090?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/5041684055429947090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-se-puede-salvar-lo-que-ya-se-quebro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/5041684055429947090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/5041684055429947090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-se-puede-salvar-lo-que-ya-se-quebro.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-471638631053770575</id><published>2011-09-08T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:58:08.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Es solo una cosa la que pido;¡como querría que la distancia se hiciera nada! Te echo de menos. Oír como me dices que me quieres. Sentir que le importo a alguien; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;si bien no sea tanto como tu me importas a mi&lt;/b&gt;. Sin saber a ciencia cierta que en este momento en que yo pienso en ti, tu también estas haciéndolo. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Y esta claro que no soy perfecta, ¡te asustarías si te dijera de un golpe la cantidad de defectos que tengo!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;¿Te he dicho ya que me muero por oír tu voz?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 72.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Vuelve, por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Que yo se que para ti no es importante; pero yo muero por una conversación de esas que me encantan contigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #945694; font-family: &amp;quot;Bell MT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-471638631053770575?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/471638631053770575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/es-solo-una-cosa-la-que-pidocomo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/471638631053770575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/471638631053770575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/es-solo-una-cosa-la-que-pidocomo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-3724876462824512728</id><published>2011-09-08T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:55:57.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te extraño tanto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lr4dg8grnz1qeu53ao1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14485190/tumblr_lr4dg8grNZ1qeu53ao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Y qué decir, si esto es lo más cerca que he estado de sentir que tú has vuelto. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Quizá sea porque regresan las mismas sensaciones&lt;/b&gt;, quizá ocurra de nuevo este no sé cómo te aguanto pero no puedo ser sin ti Y lo que está claro es que tú hubieras sido capaz de hacerme reír sin pretenderlo siquiera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Pero no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Y no creo que vuelvas nunca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;. Y sí, he leído por ahí que a veces, hay que olvidar lo que uno siente y recordar lo que uno merece. ¿Sabes? Todo va bien hasta que trato de dejar la mente en blanco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Porque entonces me acuerdo de todo lo bueno que hemos compartido, entonces se me hace imposible pensar que tú no eres ese que fuiste a mi lado durante tanto tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt; Y es en ese momento cuando pienso que sí, probablemente me merezca algo más que tú, pero que me da igual. Que me dan igual las mentiras, que me da igual que cuando estés enfadado con el mundo solo parezca que estás enfadado conmigo. Que me da igual que entre tus mayores aficiones se encuentre sacarme de mis casillas, que me da igual que en ocasiones solo cuentes conmigo para lo que te interesa. Que me da igual lo que digan de ti, que me da igual que pierdas la cabeza por cualquiera a la primera de cambio. Que me da exactamente igual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76923c; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-themecolor: accent3; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Que es en esos momentos cuando cambiaría casi cualquier cosa porque pudieras quererme como yo te quiero a ti. Porque si algo quedó claro, es que a mí me cuesta horrores olvidar lo que siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-3724876462824512728?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/3724876462824512728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/te-extrano-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3724876462824512728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3724876462824512728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/te-extrano-tanto.html' title='Te extraño tanto.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4444835592430957147</id><published>2011-09-05T19:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:51:36.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;Como quiero verte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;no me es suficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;es desesperante como duele cuando te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;y me quedo aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;. Soy sincera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;y es que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;no se como de&lt;b&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003333; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;no se como vivir sin tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330033; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;no quiero perderte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666600; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;no se como seguir sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;Y es que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;es mas fácil recordarte que intentar olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;eres mi perdición y no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;;"&gt;te cambio por nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Mincho&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-4444835592430957147?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4444835592430957147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-quiero-verte-no-me-es-suficient-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4444835592430957147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4444835592430957147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-quiero-verte-no-me-es-suficient-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-127889724911120874</id><published>2011-09-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:50:18.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14358860/blonde-braid-girl-hair-Favim.com-138461_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blonde-braid-girl-hair-favim.com-138461_large" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14358860/blonde-braid-girl-hair-Favim.com-138461_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Mejor me ausentaré por un tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;hasta que sienta que el viento dejó de hablarme de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;. Mejor no recordaré tu cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;porque &lt;b&gt;el dolor nunca para cuando me acuerdo de ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mejor no pregunto a nadie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;con quien estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;no creo poder soportar una herida más,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;ni una herida más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Mejor ya no me pruebo a mi mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;, que hago más grande el abismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;de donde quiero salir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;. Mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;ya no digo tu nombre, porque guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;palabras, miradas, momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;que viven muy dentro de mi soledad; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;no puedo aguantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e36c0a; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4488731417746491987-127889724911120874?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/127889724911120874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/mejor-me-ausentare-por-un-tiempo-hasta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/127889724911120874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/127889724911120874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/mejor-me-ausentare-por-un-tiempo-hasta.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8210159799383080316</id><published>2011-09-05T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:45:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mi mente viaja mientras contemplo tu ausencia y sólo de vez en cuando, recurro a echarte de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pero te seguiré queriendo hasta que me enseñes lo contrario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lqbf61vyvt1qgjysmo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14359100/tumblr_lqbf61VyVt1qgjysmo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-8210159799383080316?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8210159799383080316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/mi-mente-viaja-mientras-contemplo-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8210159799383080316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8210159799383080316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/mi-mente-viaja-mientras-contemplo-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-961890320677226385</id><published>2011-09-01T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:28:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias por no volver, por estar lejos de mí, gracias por olvidar lo que nunca te dí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/285365_2050741703357_1088916420_32239169_2998617_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-961890320677226385?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/961890320677226385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/gracias-por-no-volver-por-estar-lejos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/961890320677226385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/961890320677226385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/gracias-por-no-volver-por-estar-lejos.html' title='Gracias por no volver, por estar lejos de mí, gracias por olvidar lo que nunca te dí.'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-7087806617821763325</id><published>2011-09-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:27:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14195545/tumblr_lqv3z99d3t1qafmqno1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lqv3z99d3t1qafmqno1_400_large" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14195545/tumblr_lqv3z99d3t1qafmqno1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Yo no creo que esté todo bien si salto por la ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;todo fue muy bueno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;y extraño hoy tu cuerpo en mi habitación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Perdona si te lastimé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;pero &lt;s&gt;quería que esto terminara&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;i&gt;lamento no haber sido lo mejor para vos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Cuando te dejé te dije que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;por un par de años más te amaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;porque aunque no quiera &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;estoy pensando cómo pude alejarme de vos&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Pero &lt;s&gt;sé que te olvidaré&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;, pero hasta que llegue ese día, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quiero que sepas que&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a442a; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fuiste lo me&lt;/b&gt;j&lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4a442a; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 64;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt; Dame un tiempo para poderlo pensar, es que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;estoy rodeado de emociones que me ahogan, pensé en decirte de intentarlo una vez más,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;pero no quisiera comenzar de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #948a54; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #948a54; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-7087806617821763325?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/7087806617821763325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/yo-no-creo-que-este-todo-bien-si-salto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/7087806617821763325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/7087806617821763325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/yo-no-creo-que-este-todo-bien-si-salto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8308456965842557036</id><published>2011-09-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:24:04.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;Yo buscaba que no me olvides el domingo. Vos no buscabas nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;. Esa palabra definió bastante lo que vos veías de nuestra relación. &lt;u&gt;Admito que hubo veces que me lamentaba por haberte encontrado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;y &lt;u&gt;quería borrar de tu vida mi presencia&lt;/u&gt;, quería salir corriendo para algún lado sin pasar por ridícula y tropezarme en la nerviosa fuga con otro que me quiera a mi manera. Pero como &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;nunca antes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; me había pasado, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;algo me ato a vos&lt;/b&gt;. Me hiciste sentir la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;desesperación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;de comprender que si yo elegía, se estaría terminando, se estaría perdiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;aquello que no duró y que no fue mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"&gt;. Entonces retrocedía todos esos pasos adelante que había dado, agachaba la cabeza, y &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;volvía arrastrada a vos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #352579; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lqtkckppfp1qinfveo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14195788/tumblr_lqtkckppFp1qinfveo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-8308456965842557036?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8308456965842557036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/yo-buscaba-que-no-me-olvides-el-domingo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8308456965842557036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8308456965842557036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/yo-buscaba-que-no-me-olvides-el-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-674675777889891043</id><published>2011-09-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:45:15.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lnj2a0g1af1qck324o1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14188021/tumblr_lnj2a0g1aF1qck324o1_500_large.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT Condensed&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;Estoy tan cansada y acostumbrada a no esperar nada de vos, igual que ayer no estoy, igual que ayer me voy, soñando, esperando un milagro de vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-674675777889891043?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/674675777889891043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/estoy-tan-cansada-y-acostumbrada-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/674675777889891043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/674675777889891043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/estoy-tan-cansada-y-acostumbrada-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-2937226237873868445</id><published>2011-09-01T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:44:07.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;Ni san ni sa ni brisa ya, corren mi nube de algodón.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni los, ni nos, ni vos ni yo debemos cargar esta cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Comprender, aceptar.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hicimos nuestro camino al caminar, y &lt;b&gt;hoy decidimos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;frenar acá,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;no vamos al mismo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traté de hacer a mí bien tú bien, y ves bien que me salió mal&lt;/span&gt;, no acostumbro a fracasar.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dijiste &lt;b&gt;hasta acá ya fue me voy, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;mi vida no está junto a vos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Ya me canse que te de igual si soy feliz o no lo soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comprender, aceptar,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;parecía tan fácil como sumar, tu amor y&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mi lealtad, mi ternura y tu amistad&lt;/span&gt;. A veces Marte y Venus se llevan mal.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;No es cuestión de maldad, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;es duro aprender a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Y acá estoy&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;despidiéndome, mascando tu rencor, lo sé.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me quedo más que&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;aceptar,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;soy tan culpable como vos&lt;/b&gt;, yo también deje de regar la flor de la superación&lt;/span&gt;. Comprender, aceptar,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;prometiste cuidarme sin importar y hoy ya no importa mi bienestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;, lo importante es tu ansiedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;. Rigió mi vida al azar una vez ¿Sabes? No me gusta apostar, siempre me tocó pagar.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #365f91; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Yo me propuse superar tu ausencia a pesar del dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;Vos preferís no analizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;, seguís en busca del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text1;"&gt;. Comprender, aceptar. Por más gotas de sal que le robe al mar, por más flores que un &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;rosal, hoy nos toca despegar. Por más gritos de paz, por más soledad que hoy castigue mi voluntad.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por los dos ya no va más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Y acá estoy despidiéndome, mascando tu rencor, lo sé.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estoy confiando que el tiempo nos dirá qué hacer&lt;/span&gt;, y acá estoy despidiéndome mascando tu rencor, lo se.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estoy &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;confiando que el tiempo nos dirá que así estuvo bien&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4488731417746491987-2937226237873868445?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2937226237873868445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2937226237873868445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/2937226237873868445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/09/crisis.html' title='Crisis'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-4635277712954835401</id><published>2011-08-31T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:34:28.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sadmuffin.me/layoutshere/graphics/photography-graphics/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Muchas veces me pregunto &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;por qué pasa todo esto&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;por qué tus mil 'te quiero' siempre se los lleva el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;, &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;no entiendo para qué me besas, para qué me llamas&lt;/span&gt;, si cuando yo te necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;faltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;No se que buscas y no quiero pensar que es un juego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;, prefiero creer que muchas veces no te queda tiempo para que me respondas y &lt;u&gt;aparezcas en mi vida&lt;/u&gt;, en cuerpo y alma y no en mis pensamientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt;"&gt;¿Qué estas buscando de mí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Dime qué puedo darte que no te haya dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;no creo merecer todo esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;, ¿Que está pasando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que no te vuelva lo que estas dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #100b24; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Agency FB&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-4635277712954835401?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4635277712954835401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/muchas-veces-me-pregunto-por-que-pasa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4635277712954835401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/4635277712954835401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/muchas-veces-me-pregunto-por-que-pasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-508757518891485553</id><published>2011-08-31T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:08:25.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14128524/taylor-swift-teen-vogue-7_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #31849b; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt;Porque hay un corazón que se parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #31849b; font-family: Consolas; font-size: 9.5pt;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;cuando te vas a ninguna parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14128524/taylor-swift-teen-vogue-7_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Taylor-swift-teen-vogue-7_large" border="0" height="308" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14128524/taylor-swift-teen-vogue-7_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="3_f41a1613effd01bb189ae9073bdefc5b8d860bca_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14128645/3_f41a1613effd01bb189ae9073bdefc5b8d860bca_large.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d81506; font-family: &amp;quot;Airplanes in the Night Sky&amp;quot;; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quizá por aquello de negarme a creer que lo que un día me hizo rematadamente feliz ha cambiado sin remedio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-201494424597469880?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/201494424597469880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/quiza-por-aquello-de-negarme-creer-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/201494424597469880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/201494424597469880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/quiza-por-aquello-de-negarme-creer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-3996651333307518159</id><published>2011-08-30T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:04:00.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/223625_2072028875523_1088916420_32268274_7494034_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;Y me gustaría no tener que decidir si &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;morirme de rabia o matarme de celos al imaginarte a su lado&lt;/i&gt;. Gritarte que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;me niego a perderte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;, al menos esa mínima parte que me toca ahora. Y volver a creer que no eres perfecto; pero que firmo cada uno de tus defectos, insufribles en ocasiones, &lt;u&gt;por una eternidad a tu lado&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Decirte que mi risa ya no quiere de&lt;b&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;arse oír si no es contigo, confesar que me acuerdo de tus o&lt;b&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;os más de lo que se pudiera considerar sano. Pero que no me importa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 20.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;que te sigo queriendo a morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;; como aquel día prometí. Y que voy a estar aquí &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;siempre&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, aceptando todo lo que eso conlleve. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Y quizá sean estas palabras las que he dicho de forma más seria y sincera en toda mi vida&lt;/i&gt;. O tal vez aquello de que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;amás te olvidaría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a6a6a6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-themecolor: background1; mso-themeshade: 166;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-3996651333307518159?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/3996651333307518159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-me-gustaria-no-tener-que-decidir-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3996651333307518159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/3996651333307518159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-me-gustaria-no-tener-que-decidir-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8243867159423823713</id><published>2011-08-30T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:55:36.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14113498/tumblr_lqrobp95Ga1qgg9fco1_250_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lqrobp95ga1qgg9fco1_250_large" border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14113498/tumblr_lqrobp95Ga1qgg9fco1_250_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 37px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9933; font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dicen que el tiempo es el mejor remedio para dejar las cosas atrás, dicen que no hay mal que dure cien años y &lt;u&gt;no es verdad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 22.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dicen que del odio al amor solamente un paso hay y aunque lo intento mil veces, &lt;u&gt;no puedo dejarte de amar&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-8243867159423823713?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8243867159423823713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/dicen-que-el-tiempo-es-el-mejor-remedio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8243867159423823713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8243867159423823713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/dicen-que-el-tiempo-es-el-mejor-remedio.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-6069994070428219910</id><published>2011-08-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:53:41.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: .9pt; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 36.0pt; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 28.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que te recuerdo lo dicen todos mis recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8064a2; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 28.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 28.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Freestyle Script&amp;quot;; font-size: 28.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Que no te olvido lo garantizan todos mis olvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lqrohynsmi1qja1jho1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14113532/tumblr_lqrohynSMI1qja1jho1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-6069994070428219910?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6069994070428219910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-te-recuerdo-lo-dicen-todos-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6069994070428219910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/6069994070428219910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-te-recuerdo-lo-dicen-todos-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8363382434150549033</id><published>2011-08-30T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:04:41.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You've got a million ways to make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: #548dd4; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You're lookin' out for me; you've got my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's so good to have you around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You know the secrets I could never tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;And when I'm quiet you break through my shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Don't feel the need to do a rebel yell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Cause you keep my feet on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You're a true friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;You're here till the end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You pull me inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;When something ain't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Talk with me now and into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;'Til it's alright again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You're a true friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You don't get angry when I change the plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Somehow you're never out of second chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Won't say "I told you" when I'm wrong again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm so lucky that I've found&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;True friends will go to the ends of the earth &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Till they find the thing you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Friends hang on through the ups and the downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Cause they've got someone to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/259934_1901763783502_1223919788_31533113_7854231_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-8363382434150549033?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8363382434150549033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8363382434150549033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8363382434150549033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/te-amo.html' title='Te amo!'/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488731417746491987.post-8551008160928165616</id><published>2011-08-30T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:15:45.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJGOP9_G1Cw/Tl1gLmh-fOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LzXEMOTJncw/s1600/DSC05182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJGOP9_G1Cw/Tl1gLmh-fOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LzXEMOTJncw/s400/DSC05182.JPG" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d99594; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 48px;"&gt;Incluso en estos tiempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 18.7pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d99594; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;en los que soy feliz de otra manera,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 18.7pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d99594; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;todos los días tienen ese instante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 18.7pt; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d99594; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;en que me &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;ugaría la primavera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d99594; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;por tenerte delante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d99594; font-family: Angelina; font-size: 36.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themetint: 153;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4488731417746491987-8551008160928165616?l=back-tothepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8551008160928165616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/doadjasodjsaod.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8551008160928165616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4488731417746491987/posts/default/8551008160928165616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://back-tothepast.blogspot.com/2011/08/doadjasodjsaod.html' title=''/><author><name>Mica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05765742596579792042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVrnk6VAdSw/TzHdov8m0II/AAAAAAAAAvM/FJCvPQSeedc/s220/dsds.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJGOP9_G1Cw/Tl1gLmh-fOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LzXEMOTJncw/s72-c/DSC05182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
