<?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-5841194685951124567</id><updated>2012-02-12T06:14:10.883-03:00</updated><category term='iDoser'/><category term='no puedo dormir.'/><category term='micro-contes'/><category term='daniela ctm aweoná 8D'/><title type='text'>La historia que no existe</title><subtitle type='html'>Mi bitácora escrita desde los 13 años hasta ahora.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-225090475764112825</id><published>2012-02-10T17:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:13:51.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya no quiero tenerte, lo tenés que entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-225090475764112825?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/225090475764112825/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=225090475764112825' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7220617894193261547</id><published>2012-02-10T04:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:24:08.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te lo agradezco. Te agradezco tanto habérmela quitado de acá. &lt;div&gt;Agradezco que ahora pueda pensar tranquila. Agradezco el hecho de que soy feliz. Ahora, de verdad. Se los agradezco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-7220617894193261547?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7220617894193261547/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7220617894193261547' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7220617894193261547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7220617894193261547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/te-lo-agradezco.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1539830412193773143</id><published>2012-02-10T04:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:45:16.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sostenme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1539830412193773143?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1539830412193773143/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1539830412193773143' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1539830412193773143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1539830412193773143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/sostenme.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7711715576459093324</id><published>2012-02-09T06:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:46:04.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La hueá bacán y memorable. Todo es muy raro.&lt;div&gt;Habas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bombones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mujeres :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-7711715576459093324?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7711715576459093324/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7711715576459093324' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7711715576459093324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7711715576459093324'/><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1683479027029755332</id><published>2012-02-09T05:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:01:09.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh la la, pero que tenemos aquí? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1683479027029755332?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1683479027029755332/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1683479027029755332' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1683479027029755332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1683479027029755332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/oh-la-la-pero-que-tenemos-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1907637814744852336</id><published>2012-02-08T07:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:35:07.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiereme, deseame de verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1907637814744852336?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1907637814744852336/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1907637814744852336' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1907637814744852336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1907637814744852336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/quiereme-deseame-de-verdad.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8613795864822180327</id><published>2012-02-08T07:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:33:58.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todos estos 4875y85495448594 los evité. conste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8613795864822180327?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8613795864822180327/comments/default' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/864372662642982143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/864372662642982143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7624673981812049569</id><published>2012-02-08T07:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:23:39.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todo. todo eso que me importaba te lo doy. gracias &amp;lt;3&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4761032131829820296</id><published>2012-02-07T06:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:12:33.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si quieres, igual podemos jugar a herirnos. no es dificil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4761032131829820296?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-827740018816333903</id><published>2012-02-07T05:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:32:34.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>su personalidad es demasiado afin a la mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-827740018816333903?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/827740018816333903/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=827740018816333903' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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cuenta de que nos necesitamos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5902622211539028693?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5902622211539028693/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5902622211539028693' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5902622211539028693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5902622211539028693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-6199689305052583177</id><published>2012-02-06T05:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T05:53:51.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>demasiado perfecta wn u.ú&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-6199689305052583177?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6199689305052583177/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=6199689305052583177' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6199689305052583177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6199689305052583177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/demasiado-perfecta-wn-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8735305691221148124</id><published>2012-02-05T06:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T06:21:32.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3223347363209269006</id><published>2012-02-05T04:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T05:00:21.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RICA :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3223347363209269006?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3223347363209269006/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3223347363209269006' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3223347363209269006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3223347363209269006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/rica.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5218980582181347462</id><published>2012-02-04T06:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T06:55:35.994-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Derríteme el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo pensando, he escrito harto porque sigo pensando. Tengo miedo. No me gusta ese sentimiento de dejar ir, es raro. Todo esto es raro.  No ha pasado nada pero es raro. Estoy sintiendo. Eso es lo raro. Yo no siento. Yo pienso, desde hace meses solo he pensado, pero ahora siento. Todo es redundancia pero la necesito. Yo siento porque descubrı que hay algo esperándome. Quizás es momento de dejar de pensar tanto y sentir más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5218980582181347462?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5218980582181347462/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5218980582181347462' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5218980582181347462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5218980582181347462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/derriteme-el-corazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-285393936912130789</id><published>2012-02-04T06:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T06:07:24.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dios, no sé que pretendes. No tientes mi destino de nuevo. No quiero intentarlo así. Así no de nuevo. Estoy cansada de intentar y el panorama se ve difícil. No pongas personas tan perfectas en mi camino. La perfección encanta. Muchísimo. Pero no me tientes, porque te juro que lo haré todo de nuevo. Encanta pero es un arma de doble filo para el corazón :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-285393936912130789?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/285393936912130789/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=285393936912130789' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/285393936912130789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/285393936912130789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/dios-no-se-que-pretendes.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-604325399097606085</id><published>2012-02-04T05:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T06:01:20.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que la oscuridad no existe&lt;div&gt;Que el frío tampoco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que solo sentimos ausencias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ausencias somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-604325399097606085?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/604325399097606085/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=604325399097606085' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/604325399097606085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/604325399097606085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-la-oscuridad-no-existe-que-el-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1179335277081006847</id><published>2012-02-04T05:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:50:45.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Los versos del capitán - Neruda</title><content type='html'>"Y así esta carta se termina&lt;br /&gt;sin ninguna tristeza:&lt;br /&gt;están firmes mis pies sobre la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;mi mano escribe esta carta en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;y en medio de la vida estaré&lt;br /&gt;siempre&lt;br /&gt;junto al amigo, frente al enemigo,&lt;br /&gt;con tu nombre en la boca&lt;br /&gt;y un beso que jamás&lt;br /&gt;se apartó de la tuya."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Del gran libro que me traje de tan lejos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1179335277081006847?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1179335277081006847/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1179335277081006847' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1179335277081006847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1179335277081006847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/los-versos-del-capitan-neruda.html' title='Los versos del capitán - Neruda'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-795160731319174035</id><published>2012-02-03T21:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:08:29.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lejos.</title><content type='html'>Podría intentarlo, podría. &lt;div&gt;Dios, es que hace tiempo, tanto tanto tiempo que no  madrugaba por algo asi x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-795160731319174035?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/795160731319174035/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=795160731319174035' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/795160731319174035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/795160731319174035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/lejos.html' title='Lejos.'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2940511493803462209</id><published>2012-02-03T06:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T06:33:57.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>las cosas pertenecen y de pronto, ya no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2940511493803462209?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2940511493803462209/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2940511493803462209' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2940511493803462209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2940511493803462209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/las-cosas-pertenecen-y-de-pronto-ya-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-6437290842741156192</id><published>2012-02-02T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T19:04:10.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;   no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;      no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;        NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;claro como el agua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&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/5841194685951124567-6437290842741156192?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6437290842741156192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=6437290842741156192' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6437290842741156192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6437290842741156192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-no-no-no-claro-como-el-agua.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8673224919219613893</id><published>2012-02-02T06:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:17:32.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me enamoré de nuevo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8673224919219613893?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8673224919219613893/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8673224919219613893' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8673224919219613893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8673224919219613893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/me-enamore-de-nuevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4917653796303459326</id><published>2012-02-01T03:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T03:24:54.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dios escuchó mis plegarias, GRACIAS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4917653796303459326?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4917653796303459326/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4917653796303459326' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4917653796303459326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4917653796303459326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/02/dios-escucho-mis-plegarias-gracias.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4749062651882323092</id><published>2012-01-31T09:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:14:43.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El día en que me empiecen a jotear más minas que minos seré muy feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4749062651882323092?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4749062651882323092/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4749062651882323092' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4749062651882323092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4749062651882323092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-dia-en-que-me-empiecen-jotear-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-482428813281374952</id><published>2012-01-30T21:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:24:46.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Sólo sé que era lo único que quería, alguien me la quitó, y los siete reinos no pudieron llenar el agujero que ella dejó detrás suyo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-482428813281374952?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/482428813281374952/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=482428813281374952' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/482428813281374952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/482428813281374952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/solo-se-que-era-lo-unico-que-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5802639420805977828</id><published>2012-01-30T08:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:35:51.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybdypdFcH1qeuw8xo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 259px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybdypdFcH1qeuw8xo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5802639420805977828?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5802639420805977828/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5802639420805977828' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5802639420805977828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5802639420805977828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-6971031089993179281</id><published>2012-01-30T08:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:40:38.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ay dany, será una agradable coincidencia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-6971031089993179281?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6971031089993179281/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=6971031089993179281' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6971031089993179281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6971031089993179281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/ay-daniela-sera-una-agradable.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4030155021810356106</id><published>2012-01-30T07:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:09:29.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hace un año se acabaron todas mis esperanzas. Todavía me da rabia haber sido tan estúpida. Haber pensado que podrías haber hecho un sacrificio por mi fue lo más ingenuo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4030155021810356106?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4030155021810356106/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4030155021810356106' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4030155021810356106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4030155021810356106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/hace-un-ano-se-acabaron-todas-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8779710173386997144</id><published>2012-01-30T07:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:04:09.222-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- El verdadero amor perdona? &lt;div&gt;- No, porque el verdadero amor no traiciona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8779710173386997144?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8779710173386997144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8779710173386997144' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8779710173386997144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8779710173386997144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-verdadero-amor-perdona-no-porque-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3557197046993469276</id><published>2012-01-30T05:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T05:58:18.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EGO CULIAO, bajate del pony oe ti.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya stop, quiero mi dignidad de vuelta. no sé por qué mierda me siento tan bien conmigo misma. quiero hacer algo bien y que todos lo reconozcan, TODOS. pero lo que tengo es una sensación como de que me siento bien porque tú no eres mejor que yo, como que te recogí aunque no debería. me hace ser mejor persona? sentirme así?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3557197046993469276?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-918302581116954087</id><published>2012-01-29T05:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T05:20:44.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx35j183qZ1r1cbemo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 572px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx35j183qZ1r1cbemo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-918302581116954087?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5130943035515271827</id><published>2012-01-29T03:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T03:33:53.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deséame todavía &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5130943035515271827?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5130943035515271827/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5130943035515271827' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5130943035515271827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5130943035515271827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/deseame-todavia.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5473616201281153512</id><published>2012-01-29T03:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T03:29:45.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ves? un par de palabras lindas y qué se yo. siempre vuelven :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5473616201281153512?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5473616201281153512/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5473616201281153512' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5473616201281153512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5473616201281153512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/ves-un-par-de-palabras-lindas-y-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-6933882735332588229</id><published>2012-01-28T08:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:35:17.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cual es la idea? De donde viene el objeto del deseo? Por qué el momento donde el ser humano olvida como hablar de sentimientos y se rinde ante prehistórico instinto? Es el único lugar donde puede convertirse en el más egoísta o altruista ser que exista en ese momento. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si es asi, quiero alguien que me recuerde para siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-6933882735332588229?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6933882735332588229/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=6933882735332588229' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6933882735332588229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6933882735332588229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/cual-es-la-idea-de-donde-viene-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7080327727925256389</id><published>2012-01-28T03:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T06:21:13.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chao, ni ahí con minas todas fosforoenitrogenoetradas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-7080327727925256389?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7080327727925256389/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7080327727925256389' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7080327727925256389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7080327727925256389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/hija-de-tigre.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1680000161973831302</id><published>2012-01-28T03:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T03:27:48.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weón sabía que esa mina siempre me quiso violar :C XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD LO SABÍAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA y ahora me lo dice de frenteeeeee (entre comillas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1680000161973831302?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-890620607333016494</id><published>2012-01-27T07:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:10:17.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seré remedio para tu herida&lt;br /&gt;Terminaré tu dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo te daré todo lo que vez&lt;br /&gt;Seré tu santo de la cornisa&lt;br /&gt;Seré el puerto de tu adiós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-890620607333016494?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/890620607333016494/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2329481206836081300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2329481206836081300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/botellita-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-973639906999745648</id><published>2012-01-26T14:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T03:13:42.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Soñar con caracoles&lt;/strong&gt; se asocia a viajes y cambios de lugar, también se interpreta como esperar y representa a la paciencia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 50px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soñar que vemos uno varios caracoles en nuestra casa, significa que posiblemente nos mudaremos o cambiaremos de casa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 50px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soñar que cogemos con las manos un caracol, significa que estamos esperando a alguien o algo importante que se está demorando más de la cuenta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 50px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Soñar que comemos caracoles, significa que viajaremos pronto.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 50px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soñar que matamos caracoles, significa que estamos desesperados por esperar a alguien, que la paciencia se nos acabó.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 50px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: decimal; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Para ver un caracol en su sueño, sugiere que usted está siendo demasiado sensible. Puede sentirse inhibido, pero su deseo es de ser más enérgica y saliente. Por otra parte, sugiere que esta haciendo progresos constantes hacia una meta. La necesidad de ir a su propio ritmo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-973639906999745648?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/973639906999745648/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=973639906999745648' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/973639906999745648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/973639906999745648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonar-con-caracoles-se-asocia-viajes-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-212475794728288389</id><published>2012-01-26T06:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:35:19.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estoy raja en estos momentos , por fin antes de las 8. Estoy igual que el gringo british ese que pololéo durante ene tiempo con una mina y la acompañó durante todo su cáncer y luego ella se lo cagó, pobre gallo, no se puede quedar dormido sino hasta como las 9 am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero escribir algo distinto. No lo de siempre, ni poemas rancios ni no sé. Pero es tan aburrido escribir otra cosa y lo de siempre igual. Nada me sorprende hoy en día ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-212475794728288389?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/212475794728288389/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=212475794728288389' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/212475794728288389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/212475794728288389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/estoy-raja-en-estos-momentos-por-fin.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1214859932469504698</id><published>2012-01-25T03:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T03:10:08.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7lnzI1ku1qgk13vo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 250px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7lnzI1ku1qgk13vo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1214859932469504698?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1214859932469504698/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1214859932469504698' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1214859932469504698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1214859932469504698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3544233248965517425</id><published>2012-01-24T09:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:17:40.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero una polola linda como la ignacia, no una locaaaaaaaa como ellaaaaaaa voy a tener que ser fuerte :(&lt;div&gt;después voy a ser como esos minos que dicen: si, mi ex dh estaba rayá, como el pancho que me dijo que no le habían tocado muchachas sin rollos cuando salimos, pobrecito xd pero ese no es el tema, mujereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees, por qué?!!!!!? :( si no estan pololeando y con un mino, son ninfomanas, si no, tienen problemas de autoflagelación, si no, son tontas o no me gustan fisicamente. que mierda po, o son ellas o soy yo? k9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3544233248965517425?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3544233248965517425/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3544233248965517425' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3544233248965517425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3544233248965517425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/quiero-una-polola-linda-como-la-ignacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1468295448613945373</id><published>2012-01-24T08:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:04:26.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no siento nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1468295448613945373?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1468295448613945373/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1468295448613945373' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1468295448613945373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1468295448613945373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-siento-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5860696061058618515</id><published>2012-01-23T08:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:02:34.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que asqueroso es decir las cosas sin sentirlas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5860696061058618515?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5860696061058618515/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5860696061058618515' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5860696061058618515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5860696061058618515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-asqueroso-es-decir-las-cosas-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5670221996403127277</id><published>2012-01-23T01:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:19:54.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no hiciste nada &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5670221996403127277?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5670221996403127277/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5670221996403127277' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5670221996403127277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5670221996403127277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-hiciste-nada.html' 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title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7699599874047695019' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7699599874047695019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7699599874047695019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/ida-sin-vuelta-en-tu-porvenir.html' title='Ida sin vuelta en tu porvenir'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4194995012577882136</id><published>2012-01-22T04:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:42:58.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo que cuesta desabrochar un botón de una camisa, un cinturón,&lt;div&gt;cuanto te demoras en sacarte la polera... Eso dura más de lo que han estado hablando ustedes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4194995012577882136?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4194995012577882136/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4194995012577882136' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4194995012577882136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4194995012577882136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8386633471748293641?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8386633471748293641/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8386633471748293641' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8386633471748293641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8386633471748293641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-todavia-no-puedo-dormir-de-noche.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2518540776310472592</id><published>2012-01-21T06:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T04:24:30.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verus amor nullum novit habere modum</title><content type='html'>aveces me gustaría saber ¿me dejarías? dártelo todo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2518540776310472592?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2518540776310472592/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2518540776310472592' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2518540776310472592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2518540776310472592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/verus-amor-nullum-novit-habere-modum.html' title='Verus amor nullum novit habere modum'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3205028612422604217</id><published>2012-01-21T04:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:20:35.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchúlame el corazón, porque el mio se murió de pena</title><content type='html'>Todavía wn u.u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3205028612422604217?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3205028612422604217/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3205028612422604217' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3205028612422604217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3205028612422604217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/enchulame-el-corazon-porque-el-mio-se.html' title='Enchúlame el corazón, porque el mio se murió de pena'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1605266807152931184</id><published>2012-01-21T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:20:02.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/maria-kirilenko/maria-kirilenko-20071121-341089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/maria-kirilenko/maria-kirilenko-20071121-341089.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hola, eres muy linda :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1605266807152931184?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5980084107668119471</id><published>2012-01-20T06:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:17:56.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-¿Sabes? Pensé que deberías saberlo.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Saber qué?&lt;br /&gt;-Que alguna vez fuiste feliz conmigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5980084107668119471?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5980084107668119471/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5980084107668119471' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5980084107668119471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5980084107668119471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/sabes-pense-que-deberias-saberlo.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8491651072056868660</id><published>2012-01-20T05:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T05:58:09.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola señorita, me da su corazón con hielo, ron y coca-cola (8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8491651072056868660?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8491651072056868660/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8491651072056868660' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8491651072056868660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8491651072056868660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/hola-senorita-me-da-su-corazon-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2798782016249796809</id><published>2012-01-19T05:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:43:37.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdo</title><content type='html'>Amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;¿En que cama estás? &lt;div&gt;¿Que haces que ya no me esperas?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2798782016249796809?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2798782016249796809/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2798782016249796809' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2798782016249796809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2798782016249796809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/poema-burdo.html' title='Burdo'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5349198638303925610</id><published>2012-01-19T04:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:58:32.812-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque nunca me falta pero el cariño es tan vano, superficial, físico. Solo me da mas sueño y ganas de dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5349198638303925610?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5349198638303925610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5349198638303925610' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5349198638303925610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5349198638303925610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-nunca-me-falta-pero-el-carino-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3951450860143136201</id><published>2012-01-19T04:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T04:53:03.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No te enojes por lo que te digo&lt;br /&gt;pero creo que no tienes idea de nada todavía.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dices que has perdido la inocencia&lt;br /&gt;mientras miras con ojos inmensos&lt;br /&gt;mejor, compremos chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que todo el mundo dice que vives sufriendo como nadie mas&lt;br /&gt;cuéntame una historia original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3951450860143136201?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3951450860143136201/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3951450860143136201' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3951450860143136201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3951450860143136201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-te-enojes-por-lo-que-te-digo-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4410701828853315479</id><published>2012-01-17T04:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:12:37.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolor físico</title><content type='html'>me duele, toda la espalda , ctm. cerámica culiá, me duele todo &amp;gt;&amp;lt; pensé por un momento que me quedaría minusválida pero despues podía mover mis piernas, fue lo primero que hice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deje de ver de a poco, negro todo y un cansancio horrible después de eso , no sabía que hacer. no veía nada aún con los ojos abiertos, nunca me había pasado algo tan cuático . estoy segura que ni con drogas puedes sentir esa weá, quizás con LSD . por mi mente repasaba la materia del ojo de biología y me decía: que le pasa a mis conos y bastones? por qué no veo nada? :( por que veo naranjo y amarillo un poco? &amp;gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El doctor dijo que del dolor podría haber sido eso, porque no me golpié la cabeza. En ese caso hubiera sido un TEC y tendrían que hospitalizarme. Estoy agotada. Me dormí a las 22hrs y desperté hace un rato a las 3.30 a.m . Creo que se me paso el efecto de la endovenosa y el calmante del dolor. Me duele :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4410701828853315479?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4410701828853315479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4410701828853315479' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4410701828853315479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4410701828853315479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/dolor-fisico.html' title='Dolor físico'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-9185909897416485644</id><published>2012-01-16T03:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:14:30.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me encanta eso de no tener un peso en la espalda, todo se fue cuando ya no me encontré en la urgencia de irme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-9185909897416485644?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/9185909897416485644/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=9185909897416485644' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/9185909897416485644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/9185909897416485644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-encanta-eso-de-no-tener-un-peso-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3465086568628866069</id><published>2012-01-16T03:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:23:49.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quelle &lt;b&gt;maraque &lt;/b&gt;. Seulement tu veux un bec, non? Ahahah l'acceptation est absolument nécessaire pour toi . GROSSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3465086568628866069?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3465086568628866069/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3465086568628866069' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3465086568628866069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3465086568628866069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/quelle-maraca.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-6637312751889586934</id><published>2012-01-16T03:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:10:20.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>personas huecas y tú&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-6637312751889586934?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6637312751889586934/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=6637312751889586934' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6637312751889586934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6637312751889586934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/personas-huecas-y-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-913024879245142882</id><published>2012-01-15T08:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:31:44.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cazador/cazado</title><content type='html'>Sabes? Aunque no lo pareciera, siempre preferí la verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-913024879245142882?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/913024879245142882/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=913024879245142882' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/913024879245142882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/913024879245142882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/cazadorcazado.html' title='Cazador/cazado'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3288801142987369029</id><published>2012-01-15T08:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:11:02.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Prisioneros - Por Favor.wmv</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YrkMzfXPrp4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:20px;font-size:14px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana"&gt;Tú tan fuerte en abrazarme&lt;br /&gt;y yo miserable, no puedo hacerte llorar&lt;br /&gt;oyeme preciosa no hay más&lt;br /&gt;eso era todo y no hay mucho que hablar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3288801142987369029?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3288801142987369029/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3288801142987369029' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3288801142987369029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3288801142987369029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/los-prisioneros-por-favorwmv.html' title='Los Prisioneros - Por Favor.wmv'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YrkMzfXPrp4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5905410729205413933</id><published>2012-01-15T07:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:00:58.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrada de Septiembre 2011 - Un poco de Los Prisioneros</title><content type='html'>Yo debo haber estado bastante loco, amarte es el peor error inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Si al menos yo estuviera hecho de piedra,&lt;br /&gt;Es tan dificil, pensar con calma, si estoy quemando mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Ser tu dueño es un decir, no eres de nadie. Esclava de tus sueños y tus complejos.&lt;br /&gt;Y me he perdido en las tormentas, transpirando amor sobre tu pecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puse mi corazón en tus manos de niña, todo se estremeció cuando tu lo apartaste de tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Todo es tan tonto, todo es tan triste. Amarte es dar cabezasos en la pared. Amarte es un cielo disfrazado de infierno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5905410729205413933?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5905410729205413933/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5905410729205413933' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5905410729205413933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5905410729205413933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/entrada-de-septiembre-2011-un-poco-de.html' title='Entrada de Septiembre 2011 - Un poco de Los Prisioneros'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5114660774835736482</id><published>2012-01-15T07:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T07:43:10.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kokoro</title><content type='html'>Sí, es cierto que uno es más fuerte cuando hace las cosas en pro de alguien más, de alguien importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero también es cierto que este es mi camino. De aquí en adelante, voy yo. Las demás personas no lo notan, pero después dan cuenta de la falta que les haces. De que como tú no habrá nadie más que lo haga y que lo diga de la misma manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque después de tanto tiempo me di cuenta que el balance no es hacerlo por los otros y hacerlo por mi. Es únicamente este último. Y así sea médico, odontóloga o abogada. Muera en diez años o muera mañana, te darás cuenta del error. Que no te volverás a sentir así. Que soy lo más cercano a lo ideal que podrías/n haber tenido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5114660774835736482?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5114660774835736482/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5114660774835736482' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5114660774835736482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5114660774835736482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/kokoro.html' title='Kokoro'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-277120588821595697</id><published>2012-01-15T06:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:33:03.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No puedes abandonar el sueño que elegiste, verdad?</title><content type='html'>Lo has hecho tantas veces, intentas todo para no abandonar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-277120588821595697?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/277120588821595697/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=277120588821595697' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/277120588821595697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/277120588821595697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-puedes-abandonar-el-sueno-que.html' title='No puedes abandonar el sueño que elegiste, verdad?'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-471823279973755735</id><published>2012-01-13T05:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T06:01:12.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>63</title><content type='html'>¿Es el destino como una nube que flota en una corriente predeterminada?&lt;br /&gt;¿O es capaz de colocarse en la corriente que ella misma elija? Aun no lo entiendo.&lt;br /&gt;De cualquier modo, tal vez terminemos en el mismo sitio. Pero si es este último, la gente es capaz de esforzarse para perseguir sus objetivos en la vida. Que aquellos que poseen esa voluntad son los realmente fuertes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-471823279973755735?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/471823279973755735/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=471823279973755735' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/471823279973755735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/471823279973755735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/63.html' title='63'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-965747802349369711</id><published>2012-01-13T04:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:57:45.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pueden tener mis besos, sostener mis brazos , pero nadie me ha sujetado de verdad frente a la vida. nadie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-965747802349369711?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/965747802349369711/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=965747802349369711' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/965747802349369711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/965747802349369711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/pueden-tener-mis-besos-sostener-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7564914542342000926</id><published>2012-01-13T04:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:00:06.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No te olvides, lo que digo.  Aun cuando escuches lo peor, estaré amandote igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-7564914542342000926?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7564914542342000926/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7564914542342000926' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7564914542342000926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7564914542342000926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-creis-la-mas-linda-pero-eris-la-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-6673087352716816780</id><published>2012-01-13T04:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:49:45.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LO HARÉ, LO HARÉ, LO HARÉ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-6673087352716816780?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/6673087352716816780/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=6673087352716816780' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6673087352716816780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/6673087352716816780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/lo-hare-lo-hare-lo-hare.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7534809801077770772</id><published>2012-01-13T04:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:49:01.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tú y yo compartiremos un destino al final de nuestras vidas, la muerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-7534809801077770772?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7534809801077770772/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7534809801077770772' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7534809801077770772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7534809801077770772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/tu-y-yo-compartiremos-un-destino-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1062622467143634012</id><published>2012-01-12T18:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:56:09.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siempre es así: unas palabras de cariño, de mencionar el amor y corren desesperadas/os detrás tuyo.  Creen que es tan fácil tenerme? Creen que es tan fácil quererme?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1062622467143634012?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/1062622467143634012/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=1062622467143634012' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1062622467143634012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/1062622467143634012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/siempre-es-asi-unas-palabras-de-carino.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2357191227063812020</id><published>2012-01-11T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:55:42.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. No soy profanadora :( no. no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2357191227063812020?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2357191227063812020/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2357191227063812020' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2357191227063812020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2357191227063812020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3703759618044712626</id><published>2012-01-08T07:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:20:48.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/electrocution/2385727375/" title="Viajando por , Constance, en Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2241/2385727375_e7defda59a.jpg" alt="Viajando" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son las situaciones, nos adaptamos.  Somos la relación entre genotipo y ambiente. Soy lo que dejaste. Pero mejor. Somos débiles ante nuestras emociones. Somos indelebles ante nuestros impulsos. Podemos morir tan fácilmente. Somos fragiles.Somos degradables, nos perdemos y nuestro único destino seguro es el de ser polvo en el viento.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro único consuelo es aquel de reunirnos tras la muerte en forma de arena, y yo, yo te abrazaré. Como nunca, como siempre. Como era, como siempre a tu vera. La infinita, tienes pieta para todos pero caes en lo vulgar. Saltemos al mismo tiempo. Sin engaños esta vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3703759618044712626?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3703759618044712626/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3703759618044712626' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3703759618044712626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3703759618044712626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/dust-in-wind.html' title='Dust in the wind'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8920403278593716257</id><published>2012-01-08T06:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:00:41.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi amor, usted se cree la más linda pero es la más puta :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8920403278593716257?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8920403278593716257/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8920403278593716257' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8920403278593716257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8920403278593716257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/mi-amor-usted-se-cree-la-mas-linda-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2868377217956797509</id><published>2012-01-08T05:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:46:58.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De profesiones fantasiosas y un poco más.</title><content type='html'>Enfermera omg. te quedará tan bien esa carrera .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2868377217956797509?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2868377217956797509/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2868377217956797509' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2868377217956797509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2868377217956797509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/ignacia-enfermera-rica-wn-te-quedara.html' title='De profesiones fantasiosas y un poco más.'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5924155881446238429</id><published>2012-01-08T05:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:48:01.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisexualidad &amp; bullshit</title><content type='html'>Me carga la etiqueta "bisexual". Me cargan todos esos prejuicios de calentura que conllevan. Me carga que me cargue por esos mismos prejuicios.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me carga escuchar a bisexuales diciendo: si me gustan las personas de mi mismo sexo pero yo para casarme lo haré con alguien del sexo opuesto, quiero formar una familia y la weá. Eso no es ser bisexual, eso es ser CALIENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Porque se puede hacer lo mismo con alguien del mismo sexo y punto. Pero claro vay a estar webeando toda tu juventud como fleto y luego vas a "sentar cabeza". Y le darás la razón a todos aquellos que dicen que la bisexualidad no existe, que la homosexualidad es una etapa. Mf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personalmente a mi me daría lo mismo el sexo de la persona con tal que me otorgue un futuro tranquilo. Pero sería con una mujer un panorama ideal de la situación, no lo sentiría tan auto-impuesto. Por qué? Porque me gustan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5841194685951124567-5924155881446238429?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/5924155881446238429/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=5924155881446238429' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5924155881446238429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/5924155881446238429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/bisexualidad-bullshit.html' title='Bisexualidad &amp; bullshit'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3923399410969770961</id><published>2012-01-06T05:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T05:35:15.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enero 6</title><content type='html'>POR QUÉ CHUCHA ANDO TAN HORNY &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Empieza a ser desagradable la hueá. No. No es chistoso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3923399410969770961?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3923399410969770961/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3923399410969770961' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3923399410969770961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3923399410969770961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/enero-6.html' title='Enero 6'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-9215832539266157357</id><published>2012-01-06T05:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T05:34:12.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronto serás mía AEG10, o quizás en azul :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenlin284/1797998058/" title="Ibanez por Jennifer_Bates, en Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2347/1797998058_7fc0abeb82_z.jpg?zz=1" alt="Ibanez" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-9215832539266157357?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/9215832539266157357/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=9215832539266157357' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/9215832539266157357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/9215832539266157357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/pronto-seras-mia-aeg10-o-quizas-en-azul.html' title='Pronto serás mía AEG10, o quizás en azul :x'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-882216701668343300</id><published>2012-01-04T04:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T05:01:34.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>te llevo cerca. tu foto ya no sigue en mi billetera, la llevo en mente</title><content type='html'>Es la distancia, la edad que tengo y la que tuve hoy por la mañana. es la nostalgia, me dejaste con una enfermedad que ya no existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me encanta hablar con músicos hombres, son tan especiales :B da como gusto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-882216701668343300?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/882216701668343300/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=882216701668343300' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/882216701668343300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/882216701668343300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-encanta-hablar-con-musicos-hombres.html' title='te llevo cerca. tu foto ya no sigue en mi billetera, la llevo en mente'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-5551721301251368900</id><published>2012-01-04T04:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T04:36:14.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>casi lo hago de nuevo &amp;gt;&amp;lt; no nunca, así no, bajo esas condiciones no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-5551721301251368900?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2731067043215076791</id><published>2012-01-03T17:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:00:02.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahí me di cuenta de que estas mal Maria Francisca :/ No es que nosotras estuviesemos siendo inmaduras al salir y todo el webeo sino que tu estás hipersensible por el hecho de que te has mandado tantas cagás en tu vida y te han dicho tantas veces que madures que no lo estas asimilando de buena forma.&lt;br /&gt;Mandarse a cambiar sola a la casa de la Elvira en taxi? Llamar a tu vieja a esa hora de la madrugada para que te fuera a buscar? Llamarme llorando ahora? No le estay dando mucho color?&lt;br /&gt;Estas mal wn , sé que nosotras tampoco estabamos haciendo lo correcto pero yo nunca te haría un escandalo así wn :/ había sido una noche bacán that's for sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2731067043215076791?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2731067043215076791/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2731067043215076791' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2731067043215076791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2731067043215076791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2012/01/ahi-me-di-cuenta-de-que-estas-mal-maria.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-2639720009459076868</id><published>2011-12-31T00:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:16:28.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SS</title><content type='html'>Aun si este cuerpo se convirtiese en cenizas, siempre estaré a tu lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-2639720009459076868?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/2639720009459076868/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=2639720009459076868' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2639720009459076868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/2639720009459076868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/ss.html' title='SS'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-1154053888540401612</id><published>2011-12-30T20:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:17:55.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- pendeja sin originalidad&lt;div&gt;- pendeja incomprensiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no me interesa jaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-1154053888540401612?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-313237782702069030</id><published>2011-12-28T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:17:52.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Prisioneros - Amiga mía</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G7i337jC8fk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-313237782702069030?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/313237782702069030/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7871465134347314356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7871465134347314356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-apuesto-que-le-dices-lo-mismo-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-977641795973712469</id><published>2011-12-28T04:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T04:06:20.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya esta entrada es en serio, me da miedo cuando las personas me hablan de matrimonio y que si se pudieran se casarían conmigo, que soy perfecta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ultimo mes me han dicho de todo, que soy misteriosa ede., que soy pelolais, que soy alternativa, que soy pelolais alternativa (sí, alo?).  Y yo pensaba que era rara xd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-977641795973712469?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/977641795973712469/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=977641795973712469' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/977641795973712469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/977641795973712469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/ya-esta-entrada-es-en-serio-me-da-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-23864842217704282</id><published>2011-12-28T03:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:49:28.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz día de los inocentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jeje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me salió el tiro por la culata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-23864842217704282?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/23864842217704282/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=23864842217704282' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/23864842217704282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/23864842217704282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/je-je.html' title='Feliz día de los inocentes'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-328494385054018449</id><published>2011-12-26T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:47:26.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y lo haría todo de nuevo.</title><content type='html'>Chuck testa. &lt;div&gt;No mentira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-328494385054018449?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/328494385054018449/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=328494385054018449' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/328494385054018449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/328494385054018449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/invariablemente.html' title='Y lo haría todo de nuevo.'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4388669868750199149</id><published>2011-12-26T04:48:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:50:39.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resiliencia: El miedo, el problema, la realidad, la verdad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;C'est la derniere fois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo no tengo idea de donde aparecieron todas esas expectativas que tenía, a futuro, no sé, no sé donde pensaba ponerlas, no sé en que momento crecieron. Bueno no sé de dónde surgen esas cosas. La mente de una persona enamorada definitivamente no funciona bien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es que todavía miro mi futuro y puta, se ve tan triste, tan apagado, solitario. Osea no. No se ve así, estoy haciendo que se vea distinto, de a poco. Pero solitario si. Personas que no quiero, no sé, que les gusto pero no me gustan y todo es así. Me carga agradarle a las personas. Quizás cuantas personas más pasen en mi vida, personas que &lt;b&gt;no serán tú&lt;/b&gt;, me entiendes? &lt;b&gt;Ese es mi miedo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He recibido opiniones de todo tipo, la última fue "no te merece" pero cresta! si me mereces, después de todo esto, si me mereces, mereces todo lo que pude darte y más, todo lo que me lloré eso también lo mereces, todo lo que reí, lo que fui feliz . Me convencí tanto de eso. &lt;b&gt;Ese es el problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mi eterno tormento  fue que sé que nunca podría volver a funcionar, porque vas a crecer y lo recordarás con cariño, y aunque te pudiera dar todo, creo que nunca te arriesgarías de nuevo. Quién querría luchar contra todos esos prejuicios? &lt;b&gt;Esa es mi realidad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5841194685951124567-4388669868750199149?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4388669868750199149/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4388669868750199149' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4388669868750199149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4388669868750199149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/resiliencia.html' title='Resiliencia: El miedo, el problema, la realidad, la verdad.'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8311472234119295134</id><published>2011-12-25T06:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:49:07.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmico5zq8s1ql7mzao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 120px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmico5zq8s1ql7mzao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limecpCEFY1qa65szo1_r2_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 229px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limecpCEFY1qa65szo1_r2_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limhqcwAYc1qa65szo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 229px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_limhqcwAYc1qa65szo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siempre será una de mis películas favoritas desde que la vi el 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8311472234119295134?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8311472234119295134/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8311472234119295134' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8311472234119295134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8311472234119295134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-manhattan.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-4618797452790624692</id><published>2011-12-25T02:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:08:20.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Didáctico: Complete el verso.</title><content type='html'>Con cada capilar, vasos, venas, arterias de mi cuerpo, cada célula de mi te _________&lt;div&gt;Cada ruido del corazón, en cada diástole toma un respiro para seguir _________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y lo seguiría haciendo, soportando la angina, la arritmia diaria por la carencia, por la sobredosis, porque seguimos neuróticos según Freud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-4618797452790624692?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/4618797452790624692/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=4618797452790624692' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4618797452790624692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/4618797452790624692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/didactico-complete-el-verso.html' title='Didáctico: Complete el verso.'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7598936863331701744</id><published>2011-12-25T01:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T02:11:55.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando un sustantivo toma tu nombre y pasa a ser propio, pero no es propio. No es mio. Es ajeno.</title><content type='html'>Porque creo que por fin entendí que yo no te significaba libertad.&lt;div&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/5841194685951124567-7598936863331701744?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7598936863331701744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7598936863331701744' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7598936863331701744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7598936863331701744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-creo-que-por-fin-entendi-que-yo.html' title='Cuando un sustantivo toma tu nombre y pasa a ser propio, pero no es propio. No es mio. Es ajeno.'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-8488998401724697516</id><published>2011-12-25T01:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:09:34.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad y Quizás</title><content type='html'>Probablemente cualquier persona que lea mi blog creerá que soy la persona más triste de la vida. Pero no es así. De hecho estoy muy conforme con mi vida. Como la he llevado, como la he vivido. Creo que soy una persona acertiva con mis decisiones, se hasta donde puedo llegar y cómo hacerlo.&lt;div&gt;Sé lo que es bueno para mi, sé lo que es malo. Tengo una conciencia de mierda, que siempre me ataja cuando estoy a punto de hacer alguna estupidez. Creo que lo peor es equivocarse, me carga, quizás llego a ser un poco perfeccionista en ese sentido...Nunca me he forzado a querer a alguien, por lo general, lo admito, dejo a las personas tiradas, pero creo que es mejor eso a mentirles diciendo que las quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé porque estoy escribiendo esto de mi, la verdad es que estoy bastante feliz y eso que no tengo mi guitarra, debe ser por eso, porque estoy conforme. Es bueno sentirse conforme, es bueno dejarlo ir y venir, tengo ganas de llorar pero de felicidad porque creo que me siento bien por fin o no sé. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo una mezcla entre melancolía y felicidad, eso pasa. La cosa es que nadie me acompaño a verla (mi guitarra) a puerto montt porque estan todos muy ocupados trabajando, final de año... Igual lo pasé muy bien en mi cena de Noche Buena y recibí muchos regalos igual. Comí postres de Tiramisú hecho por la prometida de mi tio y torta de piña hecha en casa, guatita llena coeur feliz :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me acuerdo de las navidades que pasaba con mi familia cuando mis papás no se separaban, me acuerdo cuando a veces mi papá peleaba y creo que mi mamá no se merecía eso. Mi mamá siempre se crió con el ambiente que ahora suelo tener en las navidades y yo quiero hacer lo mismo cuando tenga mis hijos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo único que quiero es seguir siendo feliz como ahora, nada más, eso pedí para esta navidad, eso pediré en año nuevo. &lt;b&gt;Creo que mi meta en la vida es eso, ser feliz. Tener esa calma&lt;/b&gt;. Por eso me estoy armando de vuelta para lograrlo. Mi carrera armamentista contra la corriente de la vida empieza dentro de poco y no puedo dejarme estar. &lt;b&gt;Lo tendré todo&lt;/b&gt;. Uno no puede caminar con la cabeza gacha como si estuviera pidiéndole perdón a todos. Ya me paré, ahora solo tengo que seguir de pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-8488998401724697516?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/8488998401724697516/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=8488998401724697516' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8488998401724697516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/8488998401724697516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-navidad-y-quizas.html' title='Feliz Navidad y Quizás'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-3200743245816947459</id><published>2011-12-22T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:32:35.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>22 de Diciembre</title><content type='html'>a la gente le dará risa ver como toco fondo de repente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-3200743245816947459?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/3200743245816947459/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=3200743245816947459' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3200743245816947459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/3200743245816947459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/22-de-diciembre.html' title='22 de Diciembre'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5841194685951124567.post-7908413004984613610</id><published>2011-12-22T20:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:23:09.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esponja</title><content type='html'>saben que? ya no quiero ni una weá a la mierda con la guitarra, con su navidad culiá.no quiero nada. me carga wn .mi mamá siempre me hace shows con su PMS y la weá y yo no puedo mostrar nada de desconcento, yo nunca puedo enojarme claro. Siempre yo soy la weona que tiene que andar soportandole a todo el mundo sus desánimos, sus cambios de humor. Claro, como la cony tiene paciencia, como la cony es tan buena. Como la Cony es una esponja wn. eso parece que ven todos verdad? una esponja para todas sus mañas, para sus desquites, total yo siempre voy a estar ahí como weona. Chao, no quiero escuchar a nadie, me tienen chata con sus weás u.ú&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5841194685951124567-7908413004984613610?l=lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/feeds/7908413004984613610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5841194685951124567&amp;postID=7908413004984613610' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7908413004984613610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5841194685951124567/posts/default/7908413004984613610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriaquenoexiste.blogspot.com/2011/12/saben-que-ya-no-quiero-ni-una-wea-la.html' title='Esponja'/><author><name>Conny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13079760201345283513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BszNZHOn9-w/R5b0tY_nB6I/AAAAAAAAADg/VjNGKYBRMiY/S220/sky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
