<?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-1855738685956502852</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:31:34.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silencioso pensamiento......</title><subtitle type='html'>dulce agonía</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-7165734770631046161</id><published>2007-11-02T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:19:25.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/Ryv2vEURRqI/AAAAAAAAABU/sfc9UM0OMp4/s1600-h/DSCN1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/Ryv2vEURRqI/AAAAAAAAABU/sfc9UM0OMp4/s400/DSCN1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128463889164486306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love hurts, love scars,&lt;br /&gt;love wounds' and most&lt;br /&gt;Any heart not tough or strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To take a lot of pain,&lt;br /&gt;take a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a cloud, it&lt;br /&gt;holds a lot of rain&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, oh, love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm young, i know, but even so&lt;br /&gt;I know a thing or two - i&lt;br /&gt;learned from you&lt;br /&gt;I really learned a lot,&lt;br /&gt;really learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a flame, it&lt;br /&gt;burns you when it's hot&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, oh, love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fools&lt;br /&gt;think of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;blissfulness, togetherness&lt;br /&gt;Some fools&lt;br /&gt;fool themselves, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;font-size:85%;" &gt;[ Lyrics provided by &lt;u&gt;www.mp3lyrics.org&lt;/u&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not foolin' me&lt;br /&gt;I know it isn't true, i&lt;br /&gt;know it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie made&lt;br /&gt;to make you blue&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it&lt;br /&gt;isn't true i know it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a&lt;br /&gt;lie made to make you blue&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, oh, love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love hurts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-7165734770631046161?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/7165734770631046161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=7165734770631046161' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/7165734770631046161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/7165734770631046161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-hurts-love-scars-love-wounds-and.html' title=''/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/Ryv2vEURRqI/AAAAAAAAABU/sfc9UM0OMp4/s72-c/DSCN1949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-7500491689028689138</id><published>2007-10-30T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:13:10.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RyfgHkURRoI/AAAAAAAAABE/nahVLdJHBAE/s1600-h/P1010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RyfgHkURRoI/AAAAAAAAABE/nahVLdJHBAE/s400/P1010089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127313121396999810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cerrara los ojos y ya estos no pudieara ver apesar de esto mi cuerpo sabria que todavia estas aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre cuentos, y relatos hay  una delgada capa que separa la realidad de lo magico y que nos separa a los dos&lt;br /&gt;si el humano viera que lo real es tan magico no existiria esta capa invicible que nos deja amarrados.&lt;br /&gt;aquel que prefiere lo real no sabe que no existe tal termino&lt;br /&gt;lo real no es mas que aquello nos ase sentir, soñar y pensar&lt;br /&gt;es quello que tus ojos ven y que en circuntancia comparten tal imagen con otros&lt;br /&gt;la realidad para mi no es el diario vivir&lt;br /&gt;el diario ver&lt;br /&gt;el diario existir y compartir&lt;br /&gt;para mi la realidad&lt;br /&gt;es la capacidad de sentir cosas que asen que lo irreal sea tangible tan solo creando o buscando un sentimiento algo mas&lt;br /&gt;aquellos que cren que una persona esta loca porque vive en un mundo que no es real&lt;br /&gt;es tan equivocado&lt;br /&gt;el loco vive en un mundo tan o mas real que nosotros que&lt;br /&gt;se separa de todo y desconecta todo este mundo creando su propia realidad&lt;br /&gt;y mundo&lt;br /&gt;y no sindo limitado .......&lt;br /&gt;como aquellos que tanto hablamos&lt;br /&gt;y divulgamos&lt;br /&gt;sobre lo real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo real es tan simplemente lo que uno vive siente dentro de si mismo siendo capaz de incluir y crear a otro dentro de el..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo vivo en lo irreal por eso no cuestiono la realidad sino el sentir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-7500491689028689138?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/7500491689028689138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=7500491689028689138' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/7500491689028689138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/7500491689028689138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/10/si-cerrara-los-ojos-y-ya-estos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RyfgHkURRoI/AAAAAAAAABE/nahVLdJHBAE/s72-c/P1010089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-2210013341767319488</id><published>2007-10-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:51:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/Rxjuf57fl0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uCjabZRuja8/s1600-h/1186522309_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/Rxjuf57fl0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uCjabZRuja8/s400/1186522309_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123106808027649858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respuestas............................&lt;br /&gt;que solo .....................................................&lt;br /&gt;tu....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;me las puedes dar..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual nothing strange&lt;br /&gt;Close to nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old scenario the same old rain&lt;br /&gt;and there's no explosions here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something unusual something strange&lt;br /&gt;comes from nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a spaceship fly by your window&lt;br /&gt;did you see it disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of Of all&lt;br /&gt;Tell it like you still believe that the end of the century brings a change for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;Just a little older that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you've found it there's something I've learned&lt;br /&gt;'cause you feel it when they take it away hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something unusual something strange&lt;br /&gt;comes from nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not a miracle and you're not a saint&lt;br /&gt;just another soldier on a road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of O&lt;br /&gt;tell it like you still believe that the end of the century&lt;br /&gt;brings a change for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie come sit on my wall and read me the story of o&lt;br /&gt;tell it like you still believe that the end of the century&lt;br /&gt;brings a change for you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-2210013341767319488?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/2210013341767319488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=2210013341767319488' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/2210013341767319488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/2210013341767319488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/10/respuestas.html' title=''/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/Rxjuf57fl0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uCjabZRuja8/s72-c/1186522309_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-3175824082330004340</id><published>2007-06-14T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:58:33.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RnHICt8BCCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u02UCbrrZh0/s1600-h/1174972655_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RnHICt8BCCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u02UCbrrZh0/s400/1174972655_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076058204039874594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la verdad llego a pesar de mi esfuerzo por ocultartela.&lt;br /&gt;tanto sacrificio y de nada sirvio..............&lt;br /&gt;¿porque em apuñalaste el corazon ?&lt;br /&gt;el me apuñalo y me dolio..................&lt;br /&gt;pero no fueron las eridas si no tu fea accion ............&lt;br /&gt;me TRACIONASTE me mentiste.&lt;br /&gt;me diste la espalda ....la persona la cual crei que nunca lo haria me apuñalo y dolioooooo..........&lt;br /&gt;el tomo su decicion el tubo que elegir y yo no fui su eleccion................&lt;br /&gt;mienstra yo si lo ise por el .........................&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo me sacrifique por el el me entrego sin pieda...................&lt;br /&gt;mas yo me voy me voy para nunca volver cerca de el..................&lt;br /&gt;fue el quien quiso jugar el solo queria jugar a saber la verdad ..........&lt;br /&gt;el queira la verdad , el queria la verdad.............&lt;br /&gt;y gano , gano supo su verdad ....&lt;br /&gt;por mas que lo evite el gano......................&lt;br /&gt;pero por mas que alla ganado perdio igual solo que no lo sabe..........&lt;br /&gt;ya que asi es el equilibrio...............&lt;br /&gt;"para ganar algo tienes que perder algo" eso es quilibrio..&lt;br /&gt;y gano gano su maldita verdad ..esa maldita que verdad que yo oculte por el............&lt;br /&gt;y la supo....pero el me perdio... y no le importo.........................&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo me sacrifique siempre por el...............&lt;br /&gt;y yo ya no existoo..............&lt;br /&gt;me voy me voy el jugo konmigo kiso cerrar algo pero sin darse kuenta el cerro toda la historia&lt;br /&gt;y en ella venia yo.................y haora me voy me aparto .........tomamos diferentes caminos.&lt;br /&gt;apezar de que no keria yo no keria yo no keria confie y fallaste ....tu tanto k sabias kuanto me habian fallado ases lo mismo conmigo........................sabiendo kuanto dolio me me fallaste al igual que lo demas .................y duele..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es asi la amistad ?&lt;br /&gt;es asi que se responde ?&lt;br /&gt;confie en ti!! confie y me fallaste........................y dolio&lt;br /&gt;si asi el la amistad no kiero saber nada mas de ella ..................&lt;br /&gt;menos de ti............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este es un adios.............&lt;br /&gt;es un horrible adios......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para siempre...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-3175824082330004340?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/3175824082330004340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=3175824082330004340' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/3175824082330004340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/3175824082330004340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-verdad-llego-pesar-de-mi-esfuerzo.html' title=''/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RnHICt8BCCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u02UCbrrZh0/s72-c/1174972655_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-212881013493517394</id><published>2007-06-08T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:42:56.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmmVFt8BCBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-Nv4SWKwWs/s1600-h/1159763078_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmmVFt8BCBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-Nv4SWKwWs/s400/1159763078_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073750380672780306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la espera es agonica .....las palabras frias.....tan frias que con solo pronunciarlas mis labios debiles de calor se quebrantan poco a poco con solo pronunciar tus promesas de una y mil eternidades......&lt;br /&gt;pero la luna me acoge porque yo se que le se diste tu corazon a cambio de que siempre me cuide&lt;br /&gt;se que en algun instante te vere pero por el momento me quedare con este baul de recuerdos en el cual te presentas mi pequeño desconosido......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-212881013493517394?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/212881013493517394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=212881013493517394' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/212881013493517394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/212881013493517394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-espera-es-agonica.html' title=''/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmmVFt8BCBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-Nv4SWKwWs/s72-c/1159763078_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-3899116032545598143</id><published>2007-06-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:02:59.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmgsKN8BCAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iz7iHLHEieU/s1600-h/1153250501_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmgsKN8BCAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iz7iHLHEieU/s400/1153250501_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073353534284564482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Porque no supiste entender a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;lo que había en el,&lt;br /&gt;porque no tuviste el valor&lt;br /&gt;de ver quién soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no escuchas lo que&lt;br /&gt;está tan cerca de ti,&lt;br /&gt;sólo el ruido de afuera&lt;br /&gt;y yo, que estoy a un lado&lt;br /&gt;desaparezco para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a llorar y decir,&lt;br /&gt;que no merezco esto porque,&lt;br /&gt;es probable que lo merezco&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo quiero, por eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti y&lt;br /&gt;me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sé, que me espera algo mejor&lt;br /&gt;alguien que sepa darme amor,&lt;br /&gt;de ese que endulza la sal&lt;br /&gt;y hace que, salga el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo que pensé, nunca me iría de ti,&lt;br /&gt;que es amor del bueno, de toda la vida&lt;br /&gt;pero hoy entendí, que no hay&lt;br /&gt;suficiente para los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a llorar y decir,&lt;br /&gt;que no merezco esto porque,&lt;br /&gt;es probable que lo merezco&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo quiero, por eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti y&lt;br /&gt;me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti y&lt;br /&gt;me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti y me voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti y&lt;br /&gt;me voy, que lástima pero adiós&lt;br /&gt;me despido de ti y me voy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-3899116032545598143?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/3899116032545598143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=3899116032545598143' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/3899116032545598143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/3899116032545598143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/06/porque-no-supiste-entender-mi-corazn-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmgsKN8BCAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iz7iHLHEieU/s72-c/1153250501_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-1712788454948723391</id><published>2007-06-05T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:35:35.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don´t speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmY5jt8BB_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/abSCqOk8F0Y/s1600-h/1168194973_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmY5jt8BB_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/abSCqOk8F0Y/s400/1168194973_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072805316068968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always&lt;br /&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I´m losing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can´t believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you´re letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it´s real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don´t want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be inviting&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether&lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening&lt;br /&gt;As we die, both you and I&lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me cause it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I know what you´re saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t speak,&lt;br /&gt;don´t speak,&lt;br /&gt;don´t speak,&lt;br /&gt;oh I know what you´re thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don´t need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you´re good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you´re good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you´re real good&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Don´t, Don´t, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin´&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin´ Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;don´t tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin´ Hush, hush darlin´&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush don´t tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1855738685956502852-1712788454948723391?l=silenciosautopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/feeds/1712788454948723391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1855738685956502852&amp;postID=1712788454948723391' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/1712788454948723391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1855738685956502852/posts/default/1712788454948723391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silenciosautopia.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-speak.html' title='Don´t speak'/><author><name>silenciosos pensamientos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13345690915919915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RmY5jt8BB_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/abSCqOk8F0Y/s72-c/1168194973_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855738685956502852.post-3175421603276806067</id><published>2007-05-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:59:52.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna leave you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RlTHUjdqjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PYDnbpK8lGA/s1600-h/Un-beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067894636629626322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTnFtu3wpkI/RlTHUjdqjdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PYDnbpK8lGA/s400/Un-beso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, baby, baby, Im gonna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said baby, you know Im gonna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill leave you when the summertime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you when the summertime comes arollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave you when the summer comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, I dont wanna leave you,I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint jokin woman, I got to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I wont be there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really got to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it callin me the way it used to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it callin me back home.I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never leave you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to go away from this place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to quit you.Ooh, baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, ooh dont you hear it callin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman, woman, I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its good to have you back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that one day baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really gonna grow, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gonna go walkin through the park every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear what I say, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, its really growin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me happy when the skies were grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Ive got to go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when its callin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when its callin me back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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