<?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-408239110432998876</id><updated>2011-09-19T08:05:41.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amelita argentina</title><subtitle type='html'>nunca una explicación, nunca nada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/408239110432998876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408239110432998876.post-3429183851371790346</id><published>2005-02-01T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:16:16.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marzo es en 4 semanas.</title><content type='html'>É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho, É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho&lt;br /&gt;É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol, É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol&lt;br /&gt;É peroba do campo, é o nó da madeira, Caingá, candeia, é o Matita Pereira&lt;br /&gt;É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira, É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou nao queira&lt;br /&gt;É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira, É a viga, é o vao, festa da cumeeira&lt;br /&gt;É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira, Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira&lt;br /&gt;É o pé, é o chao, é a marcha estradeira, Passarinho na mao, pedra de atiradeira&lt;br /&gt;É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chao, É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pao&lt;br /&gt;É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho, No rosto o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho&lt;br /&gt;É um estrepe, é um prego, é uma ponta, é um ponto, é um pingo pingando, É uma conta, é um conto&lt;br /&gt;É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando, É a luz da manha, é o tijolo chegando&lt;br /&gt;É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada, É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada&lt;br /&gt;É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama, É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama&lt;br /&gt;É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma ra, É um resto de mato, na luz da manha&lt;br /&gt;Sao as águas de março fechando o verao, É a promessa de vida no teu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;É uma cobra, é um pau, é Joao, é José, É um espinho na mao, é um corte no pé&lt;br /&gt;Sao as águas de março fechando o verao, É a promessa de vida no teu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma ra, É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terça&lt;br /&gt;Sao as águas de março fechando o verao, É a promessa de vida no teu coraçao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/408239110432998876-3429183851371790346?l=amelitaargentina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/feeds/3429183851371790346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/2005/02/marzo-es-en-4-semanas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smile's returning to their faces&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here we come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,&lt;br /&gt;and I say it's all right&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/408239110432998876-4551034401740419108?l=amelitaargentina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408239110432998876.post-2746175754612339001</id><published>2004-12-27T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:18:52.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Des milliers et des milliers d'années&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ne sauraient suffire&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Pour dire&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;La petite seconde d'éternité&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Où tu m'as embrassé&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Où je t'ai embrassèe&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Un matin dans la lumière de l'hiver&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Au parc Montsouris à Paris&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A Paris&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sur la terre&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;La terre qui est un astre.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands and thousands of years&lt;br /&gt;Would not be enough&lt;br /&gt;To tell of &lt;br /&gt;That small second of eternity&lt;br /&gt;When you held me&lt;br /&gt;When I held you &lt;br /&gt;One morning &lt;br /&gt;In winter's light&lt;br /&gt;In Montsouris Park &lt;br /&gt;In Paris&lt;br /&gt;On earth&lt;br /&gt;This earth &lt;br /&gt;That is a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millares y millares de años&lt;br /&gt;No serían suficientes&lt;br /&gt;Para expresar&lt;br /&gt;Ese pequeño segundo de eternidad&lt;br /&gt;En el que me besaste&lt;br /&gt;En el que te besé&lt;br /&gt;Una mañana a la luz del invierno&lt;br /&gt;En el parque Montsouris en París&lt;br /&gt;En París&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la tierra&lt;br /&gt;La tierra que es un astro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/408239110432998876-2746175754612339001?l=amelitaargentina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/feeds/2746175754612339001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Horóscopo del 5 al 11 de diciembre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;LEO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si debe dar exámenes, competir en un deporte o participar en un concurso, ¡tendrá suerte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor&lt;/b&gt;:  ponga lo mejor de sí, sin pensar en el resultado. Aunque trate de  escapar, la imagen de alguien que despertó su deseo lo seguirá día y  noche. Acepte las razones del corazón sin cuestionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinero&lt;/b&gt;:  si ya no soporta el peso de la rutina, deberá que hacer uso de su  creatividad. Recuerde que la búsqueda de Leo es un camino laboral  alternativo que le ofrezca dinero y satisfacciones personales a la vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clave de la semana&lt;/b&gt;: del odio al amor hay un solo paso; dude si esa persona agrede y agrede.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/408239110432998876-3787599006622532620?l=amelitaargentina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/feeds/3787599006622532620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/2004/12/horoscopo-del-5-al-11-de-diciembre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/408239110432998876/posts/default/3787599006622532620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;por eso cuando voy a comprar faso la veo &lt;br /&gt;ella me dice: "Chico, invitame a fumar que ese es rico" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te asustes por lo que te cuento &lt;br /&gt;pero en mi vecindario todo esto es cierto &lt;br /&gt;todos tienen fierros, yuta tiene miedo &lt;br /&gt;entonces tiran sin preguntar primero &lt;br /&gt;y esquivando balas en mi bicicleta &lt;br /&gt;voy a casa de mi puntero a buscar mi hierba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiene ese faso rico &lt;br /&gt;que cuando lo fumo quedo bien chino &lt;br /&gt;y cuando salgo estoy atento &lt;br /&gt;por que esos putos siempre se están escondiendo &lt;br /&gt;los azules me persiguen por que fumo marihuana &lt;br /&gt;y yo lo mando ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo los pierdo por un camino de tierra &lt;br /&gt;la lancha no me alcanza, esta hecha mierda &lt;br /&gt;algo se baja me empieza a correr &lt;br /&gt;pero no van agarrarme por que se que hacer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a dejar de pedalear &lt;br /&gt;hasta que salga por atrás a la calle Pilar &lt;br /&gt;y voy a doblar en el chandia &lt;br /&gt;por que yo se que ahí hay un solo policía &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese me conoce no me a parar &lt;br /&gt;sabe que no ando en nada ilegal &lt;br /&gt;sabe que solo vengo de comprar mi hierba &lt;br /&gt;para tirarme bajo el sol y fumarme una vela &lt;br /&gt;dos velas, tres velas, cuatro velas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y son solo palabras por que fierro no tengo &lt;br /&gt;pero la yuta quiere allanar mi gheto &lt;br /&gt;me buscan a mí por que no tienen huevos &lt;br /&gt;de tirotearse con esos que mueven a terceros &lt;br /&gt;Yo los espero que vengan cuando quieran &lt;br /&gt;mirando los simpsons y fumando una vela &lt;br /&gt;dos velas, &lt;br /&gt;tres velas, &lt;br /&gt;cuatro velas, &lt;br /&gt;digo cinco velas, &lt;br /&gt;seis velas, &lt;br /&gt;siete velas, &lt;br /&gt;ocho velas, &lt;br /&gt;digo nueve, nueve velas&lt;br /&gt;diez velas&lt;br /&gt;once velas&lt;br /&gt;doce velas&lt;br /&gt;trece velas&lt;br /&gt;catorce velas&lt;br /&gt;quince velas&lt;br /&gt;dieciséis velas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/408239110432998876-875150128004388045?l=amelitaargentina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/feeds/875150128004388045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-creamfields.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/408239110432998876/posts/default/875150128004388045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/408239110432998876/posts/default/875150128004388045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-creamfields.html' title='My Creamfields.'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408239110432998876.post-929552542332780443</id><published>2004-06-21T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:17:07.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un éxito.</title><content type='html'>Qué lindo, vacaciones en Buenos Aires unas semanitas.&lt;br /&gt;Semana uno me llama mi jefe de Los Angeles &lt;br /&gt;para comunicarme que no tengo más trabajo, vamo!&lt;br /&gt;Hablo con mi sello y me dicen que mi disco &lt;br /&gt;sale nosesabecuando, vamo vamo carajo!&lt;br /&gt;Fenómeno, entonces el plan sigue así: &lt;br /&gt;me voy a Los Angeles lo antes posible a desarmar mi casa de allá &lt;br /&gt;y volverme a mi casa de acá a hacer un poco de base hasta que pase no se qué.&lt;br /&gt;Listo, me voy el jueves.&lt;br /&gt;Miércoles a la noche, dolor, dolor, dolor.&lt;br /&gt;El doc dice que tengo apendicitis, vamoooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pero no,parece que no que nomás la gastritis mas gigante que el doc vio en su vida.&lt;br /&gt;Unos días después cuando casi casi ya estabamos espléndidas,&lt;br /&gt;hemorroides! Vamooooooooooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;El doc : "Bueno, para que te quede un recuerdo de la temperatura rectal"&lt;br /&gt;Muy sexy todo.&lt;br /&gt;Me voy mañana rumbo al desarme, no les prometo nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/408239110432998876-929552542332780443?l=amelitaargentina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/feeds/929552542332780443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/2004/06/un-exito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/408239110432998876/posts/default/929552542332780443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/408239110432998876/posts/default/929552542332780443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amelitaargentina.blogspot.com/2004/06/un-exito.html' title='Un éxito.'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
