<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 01:27:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Aress-inc</title><description></description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-2325572342594829094</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T19:20:55.668-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/S0EXNmPIX0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9f6eRO2_jP0/s1600-h/sombra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/S0EXNmPIX0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9f6eRO2_jP0/s320/sombra.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422640948700536642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y Así Es Como Volvi A Ser Solo Una Sombra...&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/18514280-2325572342594829094?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-asi-es-como-volvi-ser-solo-una-sombra.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/S0EXNmPIX0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9f6eRO2_jP0/s72-c/sombra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-1602948747160741225</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T15:21:32.064-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SzeljqLydSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_OYZwwEk5U4/s1600-h/d9bd6f44-41e0-445a-8794-a59b338b2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SzeljqLydSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_OYZwwEk5U4/s320/d9bd6f44-41e0-445a-8794-a59b338b2192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419982708601419042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=5e507dd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we can do is just survive&lt;br /&gt;All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragged lines of ragged grey&lt;br /&gt;Skeletons, they shuffle away&lt;br /&gt;Shouting guards and smoking guns&lt;br /&gt;Will cut down the unlucky ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed&lt;br /&gt;A wound that will not heal -- a hear that cannot feel --&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the horror will recede&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness to insanity&lt;br /&gt;Prayer to profanity&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks and months go by&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the hunger -- too weak to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate&lt;br /&gt;Are the liberators here -- do I hope or do I fear?&lt;br /&gt;For my father and my brother, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;But I must help my mother stand up straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we the last ones left alive?&lt;br /&gt;Are we the only human beings to survive?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-1602948747160741225?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-that-we-can-do-is-just-survive-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SzeljqLydSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_OYZwwEk5U4/s72-c/d9bd6f44-41e0-445a-8794-a59b338b2192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-649720496654942317</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T18:40:29.910-03:00</atom:updated><title>Aqui Viene</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luego de una HERMOSA semana de&lt;br /&gt;lluvias en Mendoza (y lo digo en serio),&lt;br /&gt;lo unico que se puede decir es:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyVfIm1AVjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-DgdFEMV_1k/s1600-h/here-comes-the-sun-homepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyVfIm1AVjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-DgdFEMV_1k/s320/here-comes-the-sun-homepage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414838728449349170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=f16fe0d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun, and i say&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&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&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun, and i say&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces&lt;br /&gt;little darling, it seems like years since it's been here&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun, and i say&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;sun, sun, sun, here it comes&lt;br /&gt;sun, sun, sun, here it comes&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&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun, and i say&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sun&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sun, and i say&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-649720496654942317?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/aqui-viene.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyVfIm1AVjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-DgdFEMV_1k/s72-c/here-comes-the-sun-homepage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-4011934878846942603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T20:13:18.250-03:00</atom:updated><title>Corte Porteño</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyAu6umHXGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CvksLduZv88/s1600-h/Hechicera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyAu6umHXGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CvksLduZv88/s320/Hechicera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413378338574523490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lo unico que voy a decir al respecto es:&lt;br /&gt;"Cualquiera puede tener una bruja,&lt;br /&gt;pero no cualquiera puede tener&lt;br /&gt;la suerte (que YO SI tengo) de tener una HECHICERA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e5bc5cd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella vive esperando&lt;br /&gt;oculta en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Es un alma porteña&lt;br /&gt;y ronda por la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compañera de los que están&lt;br /&gt;marginados por los demás.&lt;br /&gt;Una ilusión que abrazará al vagabundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La expresión de su rostro&lt;br /&gt;existe en la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;Mensajera cruel del amor&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya no está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra oscura en la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;En la escencia de su verdad&lt;br /&gt;puede romper los corazones del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocí su abrazo en otro tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y sufrí su furia en el momento.&lt;br /&gt;Y la vi partir hacia otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entendí a mi soledad,&lt;br /&gt;tu soledad,&lt;br /&gt;la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella vive esperando&lt;br /&gt;oculta en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Es un alma porteña&lt;br /&gt;y ronda por la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compañera de los que están&lt;br /&gt;marginados por los demás.&lt;br /&gt;Una ilusión que abrazará al vagabundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocí su abrazo en otro tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y sufrí su furia en el momento.&lt;br /&gt;Y la vi partir hacia otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entendí a mi soledad,&lt;br /&gt;tu soledad,&lt;br /&gt;la soledad.&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/18514280-4011934878846942603?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/corte-porteno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyAu6umHXGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CvksLduZv88/s72-c/Hechicera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-1584808016992631224</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T17:00:45.728-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxwNSCKSd7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mVSoNyidUDs/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxwNSCKSd7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mVSoNyidUDs/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412215455661324210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=35e25cd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song came and went&lt;br /&gt;Like the times that we spent&lt;br /&gt;Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and shed smile&lt;br /&gt;It would last for awhile&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what you got till you lose it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the mandolin rain&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music on the lake&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart break every time she runs away&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the banjo wind&lt;br /&gt;A sad song drifting low&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the tears roll&lt;br /&gt;Down my face as she turns to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool evening dance&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill&lt;br /&gt;&gt;from the air till they play the last song&lt;br /&gt;Ill do my time&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you off my mind but theres moments&lt;br /&gt;That I find, Im not feeling so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the mandolin rain&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music on the lake&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart break every time she runs away&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the banjo wind&lt;br /&gt;A sad song drifting low&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the tears roll&lt;br /&gt;Down my face as she turns to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running down by the lakeshore&lt;br /&gt;She did love the sound of a summer storm&lt;br /&gt;It played on the lake like a mandolin&lt;br /&gt;Now its washing her away again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the mandolin rain&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music on the lake&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart break every time she runs away&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the banjo wind&lt;br /&gt;A sad song drifting low&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the tears roll&lt;br /&gt;Down my face as she turns to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boats steaming in&lt;br /&gt;I watch the sidewheel spin and i&lt;br /&gt;Think about her when I hear that whistle blow&lt;br /&gt;I cant change my mind&lt;br /&gt;I knew all the time that shed go&lt;br /&gt;But thats a choice I made long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the mandolin rain&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music on the lake&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart break every time she runs away&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the banjo wind&lt;br /&gt;A sad song drifting low&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the tears roll&lt;br /&gt;Down my face as she turns to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-1584808016992631224?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-air-till-they-play-last-song-ill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxwNSCKSd7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mVSoNyidUDs/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-2613826069048088643</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-11T19:34:58.452-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Esto es algo que escribí hace unos días en un melancólico viaje a Bs As. No se porque ese tipo de situaciones saca esa parte extraña de mi en la que escribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyLI-5Cp0NI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mk6gdL192gA/s1600-h/carta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyLI-5Cp0NI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mk6gdL192gA/s320/carta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414110684842152146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este momento estoy compartiendo el código postal con vos, es mas me estoy quedando a 10 cuadras de tu casa y así y todo hoy te tengo mas lejos que nunca. Es horrible estar tan lejos pero tan cerca. Tendré que acostumbrarme a la idea de que nunca te conocí y dejar que las heridas sanen solas. Esta es mi carta de despedida para ese amor que nunca fue. Esta es mi carta de despedida para mi propio corazón que ya esta viejo, duro y marchito. Ya esta muerto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-2613826069048088643?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/esto-es-algo-que-escribi-hace-unos-dias.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SyLI-5Cp0NI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Mk6gdL192gA/s72-c/carta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-3402229431380125070</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T18:50:18.768-03:00</atom:updated><title>La Leyenda</title><description>Esta es una cancion que siempre aparece en los peores momentos y que magicamente genera algo en mi para cambiarlos. Parece que el mago se apiada de mi y me ayuda o me da fuerzas para seguir adelante. Lo más raro de todo es que en tantos años nunca antes la habia posteado siendo que es una de mis canciones (y bandas) favorita.&lt;br /&gt;Dejense llevas a un mundo de Magos, Espadas y Rosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tarotistas.com/secciones/esoterismo/images/merlin_mago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.tarotistas.com/secciones/esoterismo/images/merlin_mago.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2c4f40c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="170"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="400"&gt;   &lt;div class="nota"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="nota"&gt;  Cuenta la historia de un mago&lt;br /&gt;que un día en su bosque encantado lloró.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a pesar de su magia&lt;br /&gt;no había podido encontrar el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna, su única amiga&lt;br /&gt;le daba fuerzas para soportar&lt;br /&gt;todo el dolor que sentía&lt;br /&gt;por culpa de su tan larga soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que él sabía muy bien que en su existir&lt;br /&gt;nunca debía salir de su destino.&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien te tiene que amar, ya lo sabrás&lt;br /&gt;sólo tendrás que saber reconocerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue en una tarde que el mago&lt;br /&gt;paseando en el bosque la vista cruzó&lt;br /&gt;con la más dulce mirada&lt;br /&gt;que en toda su vida jamás conoció.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde ese mismo momento&lt;br /&gt;el hada y el mago quisieron estar&lt;br /&gt;sólos los dos en el bosque&lt;br /&gt;amándose siempre y en todo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el mal que siempre existió, no soportó&lt;br /&gt;ver tanta felicidad entre dos seres.&lt;br /&gt;Y con su odio atacó, hasta que el hada cayó&lt;br /&gt;en ese sueño fatal de no sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En su castillo pasaba&lt;br /&gt;las noches el mago buscando el poder&lt;br /&gt;que devolviera a su hada,&lt;br /&gt;su amor, su mirada tan dulce de ayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no paró desde entonces&lt;br /&gt;buscando la forma de recuperar&lt;br /&gt;a la mujer que aquel día,&lt;br /&gt;en medio del bosque por fin pudo amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy sabe qué es el amor, y que tendrá&lt;br /&gt;fuerzas para soportar aquel conjuro.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que un día verá su dulce hada llegar&lt;br /&gt;y para siempre con él se quedará&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/18514280-3402229431380125070?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-leyenda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-5618788430695148439</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T21:40:13.296-03:00</atom:updated><title>Hoy Estamos Pum Para Arriba</title><description>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcSeKeqjQ_k&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AcSeKeqjQ_k&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;In a galaxy far away&lt;br /&gt;Naboo was under an attack&lt;br /&gt;And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn&lt;br /&gt;Could talk the federation into&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cutting them a little slack&lt;br /&gt;But their response, it didn't thrill us&lt;br /&gt;They locked the doors and tried to kill us&lt;br /&gt;We escaped from that gas&lt;br /&gt;Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass&lt;br /&gt;We took a bongo from the scene&lt;br /&gt;And we went to Theed to see the Queen&lt;br /&gt;We all wound up on Tatooine&lt;br /&gt;That's where we found this boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my my this here Anakin guy&lt;br /&gt;May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry&lt;br /&gt;And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know this junkyard slave&lt;br /&gt;Isn't even old enough to shave&lt;br /&gt;But he can use the Force, they say&lt;br /&gt;Ah, do you see him hitting on the queen&lt;br /&gt;Though he's just nine and she's fourteen&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know he built C-3PO&lt;br /&gt;And I've heard how fast his pod can go&lt;br /&gt;And we were broke, it's true&lt;br /&gt;So we made a wager or two&lt;br /&gt;He was a prepubescent flyin' ace&lt;br /&gt;And the minute Jabba started off that race&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew who would win first place&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it was our boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started singin' ...&lt;br /&gt;My my this here Anakin guy&lt;br /&gt;May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry&lt;br /&gt;And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we finally got to Coruscant&lt;br /&gt;The Jedi Council we knew would want&lt;br /&gt;To see how good the boy could be&lt;br /&gt;So we took him there and we told the tale&lt;br /&gt;How his midi-chlorians were off the scale&lt;br /&gt;And he might fulfill that prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Council was impressed, of course&lt;br /&gt;Could he bring balance to the Force?&lt;br /&gt;They interviewed the kid&lt;br /&gt;Oh, training they forbid&lt;br /&gt;Because Yoda sensed in him much fear&lt;br /&gt;And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"&lt;br /&gt;"Just stick it in your pointy ear"&lt;br /&gt;"I still will teach this boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was singin' ...&lt;br /&gt;My my this here Anakin guy&lt;br /&gt;May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry&lt;br /&gt;And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught a ride back to Naboo&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to&lt;br /&gt;I frankly would've liked to stay&lt;br /&gt;We all fought in that epic war&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't long at all before&lt;br /&gt;Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day&lt;br /&gt;And in the end some Gunguns died&lt;br /&gt;Some ships blew up and some pilots fried&lt;br /&gt;A lot of folks were croakin'&lt;br /&gt;The battle droids were broken&lt;br /&gt;And the Jedi I admire most&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll train this boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was singin' ...&lt;br /&gt;My my this here Anakin guy&lt;br /&gt;May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry&lt;br /&gt;And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;"Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were singin' ...&lt;br /&gt;My my this here Anakin guy&lt;br /&gt;May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry&lt;br /&gt;And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Weird Al Yankovic - The Saga Begins  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/18514280-5618788430695148439?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoy-estamos-pum-para-arriba.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-8877539943804384779</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T21:08:37.443-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Fui, Vi y me traje este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxhS81wJbPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6MBJoasM8fM/s1600-h/03122009442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxhS81wJbPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6MBJoasM8fM/s320/03122009442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411166157460303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-8877539943804384779?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/12/fui-vi-y-me-traje-este.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxhS81wJbPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6MBJoasM8fM/s72-c/03122009442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-255747058597106594</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T20:03:16.260-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxL9nTfZAKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Maow_YxLoc/s1600/Blind+Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxL9nTfZAKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Maow_YxLoc/s320/Blind+Angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409664954114048162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=afa6db7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Langue in me l'eco infranto&lt;br /&gt;al truce sguardo dell'angelo cieco&lt;br /&gt;rovina in me l'antica rima&lt;br /&gt;nel cuor del cigno ferito e morente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmi di eternita' tradita&lt;br /&gt;di verita' svanite che ora versano&lt;br /&gt;lacrime d'addio in un vuoto nero...&lt;br /&gt;sincero e fiero al mio destino andro'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URLA IL TUONO&lt;br /&gt;AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO&lt;br /&gt;SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTA'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiriti di mondi arcani&lt;br /&gt;chiedo la vita al di la' della morte&lt;br /&gt;per allinear le stelle amiche&lt;br /&gt;e diventar guardiano celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custode di eternita' guarita&lt;br /&gt;di verita' trovate per tutti i figli di madre terra...&lt;br /&gt;sempre a lei ho dato la vita... la morte...&lt;br /&gt;cosi' continuero'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URLA IL TUONO&lt;br /&gt;AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO&lt;br /&gt;SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTA'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-255747058597106594?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/langue-in-me-leco-infranto-al-truce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SxL9nTfZAKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Maow_YxLoc/s72-c/Blind+Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-3574572257075281921</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T23:08:18.297-03:00</atom:updated><title>Era Mi Humilde Forma De Tratar De Darte Fuerza</title><description>Aqui, habia publicado algo para alguien que crei imprtante. Ahora veo que realmente nunca le importó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-3574572257075281921?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-mi-humilde-forma-de-tratar-de-darte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-1073236740122790379</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T12:19:48.087-03:00</atom:updated><title>Epifania Antes De Dormir</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/Swv5VwzzIDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sTfrVFE_PiY/s1600/house-m-d-gregory-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689929863143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/Swv5VwzzIDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sTfrVFE_PiY/s320/house-m-d-gregory-house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si Gregory House, escribiera o escribiese un libro de auto ayuda. El mismo no seria un libro. Si no más bien un folleto y en el solo estarían las siguientes frases:&lt;br /&gt;"Deja de quejarte sobre las cosas que te pasan. Mátate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mejor no, ya que ni eso lo podrías hacer bien."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-1073236740122790379?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/epifania-antes-de-dormir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/Swv5VwzzIDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sTfrVFE_PiY/s72-c/house-m-d-gregory-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-2679787726403113598</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T10:55:19.276-03:00</atom:updated><title>Ver Sin Mirar</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwqUI9wRM2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/j1haYpj1Ty4/s1600/23112009407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407297184348582754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwqUI9wRM2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/j1haYpj1Ty4/s320/23112009407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoy, despues de mucho tiempo, me vi a un espejos. Pero me vi no como todos los dias, cuando me miro, me peino a las apuradas, me afeito a medias (mas que afeitar es agregar sicatrices a la cara) y me cepillo los dientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy no se porque me quede mirandome como 5 minutos, no haciendo poces ni nada por el estilo. sino mirandome y viendo como cambie en tanto tiempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me di cuenta que ya no soy mas el pendejo que recien llega a otro pais, donde al unico que conoce es a su viejo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me di cuenta de que mis ojos hablan MUCHO mas de lo que lo hago yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por eso hoy salgo adelante por mi. Porque si no lo hago yo, no lo va a hacer nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-2679787726403113598?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/ver-sin-mirar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwqUI9wRM2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/j1haYpj1Ty4/s72-c/23112009407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-6738964074678537062</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T18:48:30.095-03:00</atom:updated><title>The Last Amazing Grays</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Les dejo una canion de Sonata Arctica (Obviamente) que no se porque pero me toco muy adentro cuando la escuche por primera vez. Aun sin descubrir lo que decia la letra. Para que no les pase lo mismo que me paso a mi, de por ahi no enganchar a la primera lo que dice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e125a63" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405495650106357298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwQtp3uCNjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iKfY_WrXcVQ/s320/the-last-amazing-grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel my heart is beating still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see you with my eyes, I still see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't run the way my children can,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't accept the helping hand, leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the strong one, trust in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must live instead of me now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no time, don't hesitate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or you will also find your fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the time is catching up with us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days until this hunger is satisfied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living the final golden days, we are the last amazing grays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping the young will lead the pack now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of every newborn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the future, life is just a phase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes and see them all here beside ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last amazing grays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of every newborn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the past-times, old familiar face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes and see them waiting for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most amazing grays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Instrumental**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mountain sings to me for this last time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marking the moment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found my place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes and join them, guarding the young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most amazing grays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-6738964074678537062?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-amazing-grays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwQtp3uCNjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iKfY_WrXcVQ/s72-c/the-last-amazing-grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-8377390894510869999</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T14:09:20.641-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwQqK1fW4dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WP5drwRa0m4/s1600/17112009395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405491818397098450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwQqK1fW4dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WP5drwRa0m4/s320/17112009395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;En este sencillo acto hago mi humilde homenaje al&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inge. Zumer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicitaciones. Clap Clap Clap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-8377390894510869999?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/en-este-sencillo-acto-hago-mi-humilde.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwQqK1fW4dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WP5drwRa0m4/s72-c/17112009395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-4366042229022484222</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T18:00:25.661-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwBrS_V-aPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4wBHIQZ6BS4/s1600-h/dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwBrS_V-aPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4wBHIQZ6BS4/s320/dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b455b95" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no impression&lt;br /&gt;This town is made by the imitation&lt;br /&gt;Wanting your sensation&lt;br /&gt;In this silly simulation&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rage my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no impression, in this imitation city&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are too many shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;Excited by searching for what's real,&lt;br /&gt;You get so hot I can't be near you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your frustration, feel your screams&lt;br /&gt;Taste your vibration, I feel it so much I tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Rage your dream, running through time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Even the wind is full of light&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rage your dream, just be waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Feel the wind, please don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rage your dream, continuing down the endless road&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Without turning back for love or the past&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; You can go, you can shine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Rage your dream, living the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride says, "You gotta be wild and tough"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I won't let anyone else interfere&lt;br /&gt;Never stop, I don't want to stop&lt;br /&gt;Even if the sacrificed love cries out&lt;br /&gt;Aiming for the peak, I sweep the winding street&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep!&amp;nbsp; The alarms are so cheap&lt;br /&gt;The sheep need to get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm never gonna stop streaking my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy motivation when everything's a simulation&lt;br /&gt;Trying to run away to anywhere, to a safety zone&lt;br /&gt;Gaining something, but forgetting something else&lt;br /&gt;Not changing even if the world is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beasty shout, beyond anyone's control&lt;br /&gt;Violent dream, soon I will transcend even time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage your dream, screaming brilliantly in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;You and your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Rage your dream, my heart almost stops&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it so strongly&lt;br /&gt;Rage your dream, as you burst through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Like a streak to the peak&lt;br /&gt;Erasing the frozen nights around the world&lt;br /&gt;Raging your dream and opening the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di-ding dang another round, never slow down&lt;br /&gt;A hundredth-second knockdown&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the next town and erase the lingering memories&lt;br /&gt;The dust dances as the losers crawl on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Because boasts full of excuses&lt;br /&gt;Are troublesome, let's skirt around them&lt;br /&gt;The streaker leaves the end of the street&lt;br /&gt;Something they would know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-4366042229022484222?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-no-impression-this-town-is-made.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SwBrS_V-aPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4wBHIQZ6BS4/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-5679884474085539976</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T21:16:51.466-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-style: solid solid none; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/hgYUh6oVVOw&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/hgYUh6oVVOw&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=543561&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-5679884474085539976?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-2420054480748087045</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T22:45:26.867-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theglasgowstory.com/images/TGSE01443_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://www.theglasgowstory.com/images/TGSE01443_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4e10c25" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one year of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is better than a lifetime alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One sentimental moment in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is like a shooting star right through my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always a rainy day without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a prisoner of love inside you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling apart all around you - yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart cries out to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm lonely but you can save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hand reaches out for your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm cold but you light the fire in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lips search for your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hungry for your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I can do is surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the moment just surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no one ever told me that love would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooh yes it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And pain is so close to pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I can do is surrender to your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just surrender to your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just one year of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is better than a lifetime alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One sentimental moment in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is like a shooting star right through my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always a rainy day without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a prisoner of love inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling apart all around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I can do is surrender &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/18514280-2420054480748087045?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-one-year-of-love-is-better-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-4546152555065518588</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T10:25:12.625-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/192508/images/public/20203/583432bbqo85jc02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bligoo.com/media/users/3/192508/images/public/20203/583432bbqo85jc02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;En Las Tinieblas Seré Tu Amante Sin Pasión&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/18514280-4546152555065518588?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/en-las-tinieblas-sere-tu-amante-sin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-1061611525899542127</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T10:28:14.368-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESae1oLbXfI/RkUDYf5yYdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hDS0-huvyCY/s320/tristeza+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESae1oLbXfI/RkUDYf5yYdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hDS0-huvyCY/s320/tristeza+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“No quería estar a solas con su furia. No quería ser el único que se sintiera tan lleno de dolor, el único que sufriese una muerte lenta.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/18514280-1061611525899542127?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-queria-estar-solas-con-su-furia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESae1oLbXfI/RkUDYf5yYdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hDS0-huvyCY/s72-c/tristeza+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-5201717440571593819</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T20:28:33.263-03:00</atom:updated><title>Sin Mascaras</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_rtlgKpsU/SQGG7x_WemI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iRnQ5MvXl0Y/s400/take+off+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_rtlgKpsU/SQGG7x_WemI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iRnQ5MvXl0Y/s400/take+off+mask.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y debajo de la mascara. Aquí estoy. Pasen y vean Señoras y Señores... Aquí me tienen: Roto y vacío, tratando de vivir de los recuerdos y de ilusiones que se que no conseguirán nada más que seguir rompiéndome y lastimándome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-5201717440571593819?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/sin-mascaras.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__x_rtlgKpsU/SQGG7x_WemI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iRnQ5MvXl0Y/s72-c/take+off+mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-4335090928188885182</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T15:29:39.024-03:00</atom:updated><title>Un dia mas, Un dia Menos</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/312254246_cd3981ba7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/312254246_cd3981ba7e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=53bdeb5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ves al tiempo robarle otra vez el día&lt;br /&gt;otro viaje sin rumbo va a empezar&lt;br /&gt;sigues frente al televisor&lt;br /&gt;y algo oprime tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;es que nadie se escapa del dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pasará si alguien no salva tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia golpea el asfalto gris&lt;br /&gt;y un recuerdo fugaz te hace sonreír&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por la calle te cruzan ojos vacíos&lt;br /&gt;son los que resignaron su fe en el amor&lt;br /&gt;y sus brazos re rodearán y sus dientes te clavarán&lt;br /&gt;solo puedes pararte y escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pasará si alguien no salva tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia golpea el asfalto gris&lt;br /&gt;y un recuerdo fugaz te hace sonreír&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a perdidos tesoros te aferrarás&lt;br /&gt;aunque nada ganemos mirando atrás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-4335090928188885182?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-dia-mas-un-dia-menos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-3625970994931494489</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T14:38:35.149-03:00</atom:updated><title>La Vida Es Así</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SvWwXsVFajI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hhz8Ji-OpYg/s1600-h/ALAS_LUMINOSO_HOMBRE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SvWwXsVFajI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hhz8Ji-OpYg/s320/ALAS_LUMINOSO_HOMBRE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401417249183853106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=68c718f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así es la vida es así&lt;br /&gt;triunfando en marzo y fallado en abril&lt;br /&gt;pero no pienso cambiarme de rumbo&lt;br /&gt;cuando triunfare en el mes de junio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es así&lt;br /&gt;y aunque parezca que no&lt;br /&gt;hay un desempeño en descuido e ilusión&lt;br /&gt;pero no me dejo amargar mientras&lt;br /&gt;este gran mundo gire sin parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sido pobre, pirata, payaso, poeta&lt;br /&gt;peón y rey&lt;br /&gt;mi animo ha estado arriba y abajo&lt;br /&gt;y eso si se ve&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo parece ir de mal en peor&lt;br /&gt;recobro mis fuerzas para luchar mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así no se puede negar  &lt;br /&gt;por mas que quiera a veces&lt;br /&gt;no puedo renunciar&lt;br /&gt;y si un día aparece no vale la pena ya&lt;br /&gt;sin mirar hacia atrás me echo a volar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sido pobre, pirata, payaso, poeta&lt;br /&gt;y ahora soy rey&lt;br /&gt;he perdido y ganado&lt;br /&gt;y eso si se ve&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo parece ir de mal en peor&lt;br /&gt;recobro mis fuerzas para luchar mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así no se puede negar&lt;br /&gt;porque mas que quiera a veces&lt;br /&gt;no puedo renunciar&lt;br /&gt;y si un día aparece no vale la pena ya&lt;br /&gt;sin mirar hacia atrás me echo a volar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-3625970994931494489?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-vida-es-asi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGf27k7ZV_8/SvWwXsVFajI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hhz8Ji-OpYg/s72-c/ALAS_LUMINOSO_HOMBRE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-7317314061317327416</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T10:11:00.046-03:00</atom:updated><title>Cronicas de una Mascara III</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "A ver con que cara me presento&lt;br /&gt;no te preocupes ya me quedan pocas&lt;br /&gt;tanto vicio de coleccionar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Masacre.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://usuarios.lycos.es/dakarz/Mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoy en día tengo la absoluta certeza de que hay solo una cosa, si una, que me conoce tal cual soy. Que sufrió, lloró, rió y disfrutó conmigo. Es la única en la que nos vemos tal cual somos, una forma borrosa de una realidad falsa y sucia.&lt;br /&gt;Ella es la única que no necesita de una mascara ya que se mantiene oculta. Pero mientras más luz más presente está. Si nuestras sombras son lo que realmente somos; a veces enormes otras... bueno otras veces tan pequeños.&lt;br /&gt;Pasen y vean Señoras y Señores. Muestren vuestras sombras ya que así sabremos lo que realmente somos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-7317314061317327416?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/cronicas-de-una-mascara-iii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514280.post-7065646829813100308</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T22:35:12.270-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Once Again The Broken Heart, Once Again The Broken Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18514280-7065646829813100308?l=aress-inc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aress-inc.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-again-broken-heart-once-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ((Hache))</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>