<?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-9134955662606040112</id><updated>2011-12-30T20:55:21.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paper mache</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-3177264032695131835</id><published>2010-07-30T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:31:06.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you  are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover  that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of  hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second  symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into  death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous  illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like  this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They  picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock  treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and  saves them from death. Some never awaken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/7190.Ana_s_Nin" class="authorNameRegular"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-3177264032695131835?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/3177264032695131835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=3177264032695131835' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/3177264032695131835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/3177264032695131835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-3670452047126984772</id><published>2010-07-30T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:47:39.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow Anais Nin (L)</title><content type='html'>"I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-3670452047126984772?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/3670452047126984772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=3670452047126984772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/3670452047126984772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/3670452047126984772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow-anais-nin-l.html' title='wow Anais Nin (L)'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-5730482202260678007</id><published>2010-07-17T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:31:39.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz.</title><content type='html'>Si mi corazón, mis manos, mente y alma no se equivocan.. estoy enamorada. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:] . además, de la persona mas perfecta que existe sobre la tierra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Por que si el pesimismo arruino mi blog por tanto tiempo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta no puede ser una simple razón de presumir mi felicidad ?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-5730482202260678007?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/5730482202260678007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=5730482202260678007' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/5730482202260678007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/5730482202260678007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/07/feliz.html' title='Feliz.'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-2217819637651370637</id><published>2010-06-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:16:55.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimientos.</title><content type='html'>Tantas palabras, tantas voces, tantos sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes una cosa?, creo que a mi edad ya puedo distinguir sentimientos. Soy capaz de distinguir, cariño, odio, coraje, desastre ( si, es un sentimiento ), celos, desconfianza, desorientación, pasión, confianza, ausencia, fuerza, dolor, hambre, gula, disgusto, felicidad, amor... bueno, no los voy a decir todos,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicidad, amor se que es = a tu.tus manias, tus caras, tu sonrisa, tus abrazos, tus ojos, tu simple existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasión = diseño, arte, de nuevo tu, crear, creatividad, nuevos sentimientos, independencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cariño = amigos, compañeros, familia, tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desastre = my stupid thinking, pasado, peleas, tu...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gula = tacos, pizza, sushi, cerveza , tu .. (jaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que mas puedo decir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ausencia = te extraño. quiero convertirte en una extencion de mi y cargarte por todas partes. =) si no te llama mucho la atencion la idea, puedes solo vivir conmigo y vemos de ahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inLOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-2217819637651370637?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/2217819637651370637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=2217819637651370637' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2217819637651370637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2217819637651370637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/06/sentimeintos.html' title='Sentimientos.'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-679192287773540126</id><published>2010-02-11T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:28:43.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUch</title><content type='html'>I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-679192287773540126?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/679192287773540126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=679192287773540126' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/679192287773540126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/679192287773540126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='OUch'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-7090965733019973273</id><published>2010-02-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:14:12.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrando las palabras perfectas./fuera de mi/wuow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn’t lie to you when I said I was used to this relationship. I guess I was just mistaken.. but lookin’ back on how I’ve been feeling, I’m not used to this at all. Many times, I wonder to myself if I’ve lost my feelings for you because honestly, everything seems so chill. We love, we appreciate, and we keep becoming stronger. Without the agony, the pain, and the bullshit to worry about.. I guess I just wondered when it was going to start. Don’t get me wrong ‘cause I’m not bored. You could say I’m just kinda amazed by it and I have to question our relationship often because everyone else who I’ve truly loved always found a way to hurt me. Yeah, that’s it. Because they always hurt me, I learned that the pain was something people that truly love me were bound to do. Since you haven’t, I sit here and I become oh so confused.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m still somewhat of the girl I was back then when it comes to these tactics and methods that I use. Day by day, I scream at myself to stop all this bullshit because if I don’t, I’ll lose the one that’s so true to me. I have to train myself to be a more loving person because with you, I find myself still being the girl who didn’t want to care because if I did, it’d only hurt. I find myself wanting to say, “I’ll talk to you later” whenever something seriously bad pops up, but I can’t. Just a minute without talking to you when I know I have the chance kills me. We can deal with the days without talking to each other; we already do so with distance, but when I know I can be having an amazing conversation with you but I’m spending it being doubtful or mad, I get angry at no one else but myself. At times, I find myself wanting to go incognito so you’ll miss me and I’ll see that you care.. but the thing is, I know you already do. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I put you through bullshit that you did nothing to deserve? I’m just so used to the pain. I kept making the same mistakes and spending my days with people who did nothing to hurt me because after awhile, the pain no longer affected me. That way, I was able to love them no matter what they did.. until I realized that they never loved me to start out with. Unrequited love was the start and end of it all for me. In a way, I’m still bitter about love and when it comes to loving someone who refuses to give up, I’m left in awe, wondering what to do since I’m so new to love that won’t stop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I apologize for not making sense and I’m also sorry that you have to put up with my ways of insane thinking&lt;/span&gt;. My heart still has tons of things to repair and my mind is still in the what-the-fuck stage from realizing that you won’t close the door on it. I just want to better myself, every second of every day.. because yes, that’s what you deserve - the best of me, nothing less but everything more. In the end, I’ll either give you my worst or I’ll give you my best..&lt;b&gt; but I will give you my all&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-7090965733019973273?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/7090965733019973273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=7090965733019973273' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/7090965733019973273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/7090965733019973273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/02/encontrando-las-palabrasfuera-de-mi.html' title='Encontrando las palabras perfectas./fuera de mi/wuow'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-9153558871113917284</id><published>2010-01-27T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:22:02.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ds</title><content type='html'>Hago planes, hablo ideas. Me idealizo, lo idealizo... todo.&lt;br /&gt;Y de repente abro los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo espero ver el resultado un dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tomo desiciones en base a planes de futuros que no se si existen,&lt;br /&gt;el tonto ejercicio de pensar en el futuro y ver q ese pensamiento se convierte en &gt; pasado y el "futuro" en el que pensaste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca llegó&lt;/span&gt; por que solo mientras vivias pensabas  y no actuabas. ya no suena tan tonto / confuso pero no tonto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero una solucion inmediata. quiero una liberación de pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;dejar de masturbarme la mente  como decia mi qrida ex amiga.&lt;br /&gt;oo .. dejar d buscar soluciones y vivir. ODIO EL FUTURO. pensar en el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo&lt;br /&gt;en busca de pasión y coherencia. asi. juntas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-9153558871113917284?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/9153558871113917284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=9153558871113917284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/9153558871113917284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/9153558871113917284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/01/ds.html' title='ds'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-1747991146180906679</id><published>2010-01-18T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:38:30.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>ya te habrás dado cuenta amor&lt;br /&gt;que yo no hago cosas normales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;º∆º&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-1747991146180906679?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/1747991146180906679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=1747991146180906679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/1747991146180906679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/1747991146180906679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-8881031747109933396</id><published>2010-01-15T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:56:52.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo año . Nuevas Ideas.</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes you've got to let everything go, purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything...whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find that when you're free, your true creativity, your true self comes out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  / purge yourself  \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer entre letras me encontre en otros tiempos.&lt;br /&gt;Pedia con ansia cosas que he conseguido y me doy cuenta ahora que soy capaz. que puedo hacer lo que me propongo. solo tengo que desearlo con las mismas ganas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si lo pienso bien perdi lo que queria perder, gane lo que queria ganar.&lt;br /&gt;Mis quejas solo son por los estragos, el ardor que queda por abusar de las sensaciones fuertes.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy bien. GAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi primer Plan de este año, es planearme una gran fiesta de cumpleaños.&lt;br /&gt;Por las buenas desiciones de estos dos ultimos años yyy por que al fin se olviden las malas desiciones, que aunq fueron malas.. muy bien disfrutadas tambíen. No es queja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuuuuuu Fiesta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npaper.mache. k1judith / reality doesn't impress me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-8881031747109933396?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/8881031747109933396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=8881031747109933396' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/8881031747109933396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/8881031747109933396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuevo-ano-nuevas-ideas.html' title='Nuevo año . 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Encuentro en el una zona de alivio, algoq ue conozco y lo unico desde hace tiempo. Trate de escapar y me diste la mano y solo la empuje pensando que estaria mejor asi, por que lo desconocido me aterra, por que me niego a seguir un patron.&lt;br /&gt;He descubierto que este hueco es de 2 por 2. que lo nuevo es viejo, que la oscuridad es desgastante, que este sentimiento de extasis aunque es por lo que vivo me empuja cada vez mas fuerte hacia el fondo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora extraño tu mano, y escucho en mi cabeza todas esas veces que me tratabas de convencer que lo que conozco y pienso que existe no es lo unico, que hay mas, que estas tu y todas esas caras felices, que cada dia las veo menos falsas.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas tu eras la contraparte, en efecto, eras la mejor contraparte. Con suerte y te encuentro de nuevo y me enseñas eso que no quise aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; another phase of finding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-2778879421213447058?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/2778879421213447058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=2778879421213447058' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2778879421213447058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2778879421213447058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/12/hueco.html' title='HUECO'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-6449480075099631916</id><published>2009-12-07T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:01:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday afternoon / rachael .</title><content type='html'>Me caso.&lt;br /&gt;Lamejor cnión la amo.&lt;br /&gt;los dias d lluvia quiero Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a choice to stay&lt;br /&gt;It's a dream yeah and I wanna wake&lt;br /&gt;You have blood on your hands and I'm feeling faint&lt;br /&gt;And honey yeah, you can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a drug you don't wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;Smoke your cigarette and make your love flow&lt;br /&gt;You poured blood in my heart, I can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning and you can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about geography or happenstance&lt;br /&gt;You need to fly and take a chance&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to soar to emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And float on high and forever dance alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're scared 'cause I feel like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice and I knew right away&lt;br /&gt;If you were here what your eyes would say&lt;br /&gt;I have blood on my feet as I walk away&lt;br /&gt;Rivers are red, it's starting to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna live for you or die for you&lt;br /&gt;Won't do anything anymore for you&lt;br /&gt;Because you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;You leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't live for you or die for you&lt;br /&gt;Won't do anything anymore for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;Shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;At least not 'til Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-6449480075099631916?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/6449480075099631916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=6449480075099631916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/6449480075099631916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/6449480075099631916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-afternoon-rachael.html' title='sunday afternoon / rachael .'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-2131152982161397568</id><published>2009-12-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:00:52.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let us be in love tonight //</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-2131152982161397568?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/2131152982161397568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=2131152982161397568' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2131152982161397568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2131152982161397568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-us-be-in-love-tonight.html' title='let us be in love tonight //'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-3701980287855650504</id><published>2009-10-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:52:23.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLATICANDO CON MI IDEA</title><content type='html'>stupid love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se como describir todo esto que siento.&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que quiero sentirme libre, quiero sentirme despejada para volver a sentir mi libertad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo planes, buenos planes siempre. y la tonta vida y su sociedad me detiene. quiero liberarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al fin vivo sola, al fin puedo sentir que tengo una libertad que estaba buscando.. igual me sigo amarrando a cosas tontas, sigo siendo arrastrada por una corriente que me tiene desorientada y sin rumbo. Necesito enfocarme en ser fuerte. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que no todos pueden ser libres?, libres de sentir, de pensar. de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que todos sienten cierta necesidad, pero nadie la enfrenta, todos tienen ganas de sentir el aire en su cara. de estar solos por un momento y respirar y sentirse completamente capaces de sobrevivir sin la ayuda de alguien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pasa con todas estas personas que se dejan llevar? terminan viviendo una rutina, que mas adelante, les hace reprimir su persona, su sentimientos, su vida.&lt;br /&gt;se trata de sacrificios? unas por otras?. que sentido tiene. Para poder tener momentos, momentos de dias, minutos. y el plan cual es? / el concepto de felicidad lo buscan en el diccionario. Los "planes" en esta vida se basan en una serie de pasos que millones y millones de personas han realizado. . quien definio en su momento estos pasos? . Me imagino que no se definieron en base a la felicidad de las personas, si no a la comodidad de un ciento en su tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. felicidad : amor. pasion. libertad. salud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familia?&lt;br /&gt;otro concepto sacado del diccionario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;npaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-3701980287855650504?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/3701980287855650504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=3701980287855650504' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/3701980287855650504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/3701980287855650504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-love.html' title='PLATICANDO CON MI IDEA'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-5211448746452701957</id><published>2009-08-19T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:41:36.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>expect the BEST, be prepared for the worst, fuck what others think &amp;amp; do your own thing&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n•p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-5211448746452701957?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/5211448746452701957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=5211448746452701957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/5211448746452701957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/5211448746452701957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-1948956794042470442</id><published>2009-08-19T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:18:01.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi secreto</title><content type='html'>2:09 . &lt;div&gt;espero 3 horas mas, 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mientras mi mente trabaja me encuentro con cosas escondidas, me imagino mi cabeza como un bahul, con miles de personitas trabajando, que al mover cosas se encuentran con otras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recuerdo de la nada tu sonrisa, recuerdo muchas cosas, muchas personas, muchos momentos, pero siempre tu sonrisa, tu vieja sonrisa. Entre eso estan colores y figuras, olores y sabores, de entre todo aún es muy fácil recordar tus reclamos por mi ortografía, no estoy mintiendo ni enganiando, me pasa. Puede ser que este muy lejos ya de lo que fui. Solo que hoy me di cuenta lo mucho que aprendí a vivir, lo mucho que aprendí de ti. Se que alguien más me ensenia ahora, y sé también que tendré que saltar de persona en persona por un tiempo más. Solo queria enviarte un gracias, y esconderlo ahi entre tus cosas, para que lo recuerdes de vez en vez como yo tu vieja sonrisa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good luck! . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-1948956794042470442?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/1948956794042470442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=1948956794042470442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/1948956794042470442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/1948956794042470442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/08/mi-secreto.html' title='mi secreto'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-2659278388506055657</id><published>2009-08-05T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:50:44.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purple dot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/SnnGZtLc1MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/B9CM9FBNM18/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 55px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/SnnGZtLc1MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/B9CM9FBNM18/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366538575915308226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-2659278388506055657?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/2659278388506055657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=2659278388506055657' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2659278388506055657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/2659278388506055657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/08/purple-dot_05.html' title='purple dot'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/SnnGZtLc1MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/B9CM9FBNM18/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-1807312073023243790</id><published>2009-05-03T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:40:19.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRPL</title><content type='html'>Se cuentan la separación, se preparan y guardan en una caja esas cosas que los mantendrán vivos, son como pequeñas porciones (migajas)... las llaman provisiones. No son mas que imágenes y palabras que se acumulan, agrandando un amor que, ambos saben, debe morir.&lt;br /&gt;Entre besos y abrazos se esconden del fantasma que busca acabar con sus ganas, es imposible, las garras de esta pasión se enfrentan contra los mas grandes enemigos para ganar tiempo, aunque es verdad que poco a poco pierde su energia y se desgasta con engaños y mentiras, ha sobrevivido ya por un tiempo, tomando fuerza entre tantas mentes desorientadas.&lt;br /&gt;Noches largas, donde sus besos transforman miedos en deseos, donde sus manos se convierten en pilares que sostienen en lo mas alto estos encuentros para alejarse hasta el cielo, piel con piel, un amor que parece disfrazado por ser tan sensible, que parece mentira por ser tan real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-1807312073023243790?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/1807312073023243790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=1807312073023243790' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/1807312073023243790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/1807312073023243790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2009/05/prpl-drs.html' title='PRPL'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134955662606040112.post-6629850281906816559</id><published>2008-05-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T04:42:07.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NECESIDAD SIN SENTIDO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que pasa con esta necesidad? se puede llamar crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;la crisis de la necesidad se presenta y salgo corriendo al lado opuesto... harta de estar atada a cosas que no entiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/albums/ee256/elcuetemaria/?action=view&amp;amp;current=minecesidad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9134955662606040112-6629850281906816559?l=inpapermache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/feeds/6629850281906816559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9134955662606040112&amp;postID=6629850281906816559' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/6629850281906816559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9134955662606040112/posts/default/6629850281906816559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inpapermache.blogspot.com/2008/05/necesidad-sin-sentido.html' title='NECESIDAD SIN SENTIDO.'/><author><name>karlaJudith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496986291598950444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta7QXi9EZH4/S1Dl-D7KBtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/97-yq207IVU/S220/IMG_1574.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
