<?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-6597527</id><updated>2012-01-26T15:34:09.352-07:00</updated><category term='Imagenes sin sentido'/><category term='Discursos malogrados'/><category term='Frases sin sentido'/><title type='text'>kaju blog</title><subtitle type='html'>@_@°
memo to kaju... recuerda no hacer cosas buenas que parescan malas, por que luego de todos modos crees que son malas y ya sabes que no nos gusta lidiar con la culpa.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>617</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1055927119064758473</id><published>2012-01-18T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:21:10.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El niño se diò cuenta que ya no era solo un niño, ahora habitaba dentro de un hombre. Se mirò las manos y en un parpadeo habian cambiado, eran las manos de un anciano. Y el niño tenia miedo, de la pesadumbre de estar tan encerrado en un cuerpo que ya se habia marchitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/hpYkAS61VUo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpYkAS61VUo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hpYkAS61VUo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1055927119064758473?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1055927119064758473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-nino-se-dio-cuenta-que-ya-no-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1055927119064758473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1055927119064758473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-nino-se-dio-cuenta-que-ya-no-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-4035512101263447858</id><published>2011-11-30T07:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:17:49.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sensación cuantica</title><content type='html'>Es raro ver como el tiempo y el espacio se desdoblan para dar paso a un evento, los minutos mas largos y las distancias mas cortas, casi puedo jurar que siento cada electron dentro de mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-4035512101263447858?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4035512101263447858/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/11/sensacion-cuantica.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4035512101263447858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4035512101263447858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/11/sensacion-cuantica.html' title='sensación cuantica'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-4169247739086048824</id><published>2011-08-11T21:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:55:32.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estúpida Psicosis</title><content type='html'>últimamente me siento fastidiado, con mas preocupaciones que cosas que realmente me complacen, pareciera que no existiese alguna forma de descanso para esta inercia de seguir solo por convicción, preocuparme por las cosas que van cambiando, por las cosas con las que tengo que aprender a vivir y me niego por darle un sentido a mi vida. No puedo dejar de pensar en que cualquier cosa que diga es refutable y que cualquier persona podría mandarla al fondo del bote de la basura de los argumentos. Pero es una inercia que no e podido afrontar, pareciera que ya no me quedan fuerzas para poder asimilar las cosas de una manera sencilla y poder darme mas valor. Ya no siento ninguna emoción real por nada. Solo me imagino que es lo que viene y de ahí vienen mis preocupaciones. De una estúpida psicosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-4169247739086048824?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4169247739086048824/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/08/estupida-psicosis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4169247739086048824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4169247739086048824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/08/estupida-psicosis.html' title='Estúpida Psicosis'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6048000164582121798</id><published>2011-07-19T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:14:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>una de las ventajas y desventajas de vivir una vida, es que la vida misma es inconstante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6048000164582121798?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6048000164582121798/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/07/una-de-las-ventajas-y-desventajas-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6048000164582121798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6048000164582121798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/07/una-de-las-ventajas-y-desventajas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3161332567022184212</id><published>2011-07-15T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T01:49:06.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me pesa el no poder ser mejor para que mi papá esté contento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3161332567022184212?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3161332567022184212/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-pesa-el-no-poder-ser-mejor-para-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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que al final del dia no me conforme con solo eso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-4955600298456536408?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4955600298456536408/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-va-muy-bien-estar-solo-lastima-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4955600298456536408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4955600298456536408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-va-muy-bien-estar-solo-lastima-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7731368531463608939</id><published>2011-06-03T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:07:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harto</title><content type='html'>Quisiera hartarme de lo malo tan rápido como me harto de lo bueno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7731368531463608939?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1855690542467907274</id><published>2011-06-02T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:49:49.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incapacitado</title><content type='html'>Tengo que admitir que soy completamente incapaz de entender todas las cosas que me dicen acerca de mi y mi capacidad de poder seguir mi vida adelante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1855690542467907274?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1855690542467907274/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/06/incapacitado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1855690542467907274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1855690542467907274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/06/incapacitado.html' title='Incapacitado'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-2653165125699378201</id><published>2011-06-02T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:46:50.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zurdok - Si me adverti</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KyCsorrhseI?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/6597527-2653165125699378201?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2653165125699378201/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/06/zurdok-si-me-adverti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2653165125699378201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2653165125699378201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/06/zurdok-si-me-adverti.html' title='Zurdok - Si me adverti'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KyCsorrhseI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8110841177443848362</id><published>2011-05-31T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:36:52.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me agrada el nuevo outfit del blog hace falta algun garabato.. pero es lo de menos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8110841177443848362?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8110841177443848362/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-agrada-el-nuevo-outfit-del-blog-hace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8110841177443848362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8110841177443848362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-agrada-el-nuevo-outfit-del-blog-hace.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-2057915048722702449</id><published>2011-05-31T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:19:52.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cada vez me importa menos cualquier cosa, y no siento que esto esté mal, simplemente no tiene importancia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-2057915048722702449?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2057915048722702449/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/05/cada-vez-me-importa-menos-cualquier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2057915048722702449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2057915048722702449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/05/cada-vez-me-importa-menos-cualquier.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8235342223258022306</id><published>2011-02-20T16:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:49:20.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pfff...</title><content type='html'>Estoy triste.&lt;div&gt;Quiero que las cosas se solucionen solas, y que yo pueda ser feliz fácilmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero un poco de compasión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero no sentirme ridículo al sentirme triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que no hay nada que nadie me pueda dar para sentirme mejor, mas que el amor de una mujer que me quiera tal y como soy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8235342223258022306?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8235342223258022306/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/pfff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8235342223258022306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8235342223258022306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/pfff.html' title='pfff...'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6646000180902341154</id><published>2011-02-05T19:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:59:12.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que horrendo es el sentimiento de extrañar a alguien.&lt;div&gt;Te lo juro, sentia mi vida resuelta cuando estaba ella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y me quedo soñando despierto, que nos volvemos a encontrar y que todo se resuelve en una tarde y que todo vuelve a quedar en su lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es lo malo de soñar, que no es la realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sniff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6646000180902341154?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6646000180902341154/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-horrendo-es-el-sentimiento-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6646000180902341154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6646000180902341154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/que-horrendo-es-el-sentimiento-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5476036396025217897</id><published>2011-01-12T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:03:08.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tan buen besador que soy y nadie me aprovecha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5476036396025217897?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5476036396025217897/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/01/tan-buen-besador-que-soy-y-nadie-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5476036396025217897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5476036396025217897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/01/tan-buen-besador-que-soy-y-nadie-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3744468176034269366</id><published>2011-01-02T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:23:52.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me gustaría dormir junto a ti toda la vida, es el único momento en el que puedo decir sin lugar a dudas en el que soy completamente feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3744468176034269366?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3744468176034269366/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-gustaria-dormir-junto-ti-toda-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3744468176034269366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3744468176034269366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-gustaria-dormir-junto-ti-toda-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8583779818786718370</id><published>2010-12-09T19:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:53:23.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>epitafio para un amor desesperado.</title><content type='html'>me hiciste una mejor persona, fuiste lo mejor en mi vida durante ese tiempo, te extraño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8583779818786718370?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8583779818786718370/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/epitafio-para-un-amor-desesperado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8583779818786718370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8583779818786718370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/epitafio-para-un-amor-desesperado.html' title='epitafio para un amor desesperado.'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6626985730455932674</id><published>2010-12-08T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:34:32.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>solo cuando te liberas de tus esperanzas y sueños sientes que puedes dirigirte a donde sea :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6626985730455932674?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6626985730455932674/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/solo-cuando-te-liberas-de-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6626985730455932674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6626985730455932674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/solo-cuando-te-liberas-de-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-4562650512005288405</id><published>2010-12-05T23:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:21:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>volver</title><content type='html'>de nuevo aqui al hoy donde tiro todo el cochinero que hay dentro de mi. no puedo ser feliz en estas circunstancias. extraño demasiado, amo demasiado,  insisto demasiado, me pesa demasiado. es un exceso.&lt;br /&gt;mi problema es ser sensible y emocionalmente cargado. pero asu vez frio y analitico. que deriva a una cosa rara poco comprendida, pragmatica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero importarle a ella. quiero gustarle y que me quiera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me digas que me equivoco y que vuelvas conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-4562650512005288405?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4562650512005288405/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/volver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4562650512005288405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4562650512005288405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/volver.html' title='volver'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3796335224564572623</id><published>2010-10-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:46:24.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya paso el domingo de depresion... vuelvo a poner los pies en la tierra.. xP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3796335224564572623?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3796335224564572623/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/ya-paso-el-domingo-de-depresion.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3796335224564572623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3796335224564572623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/ya-paso-el-domingo-de-depresion.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5496450474430011768</id><published>2010-10-17T19:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:40:40.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>macheteeee!</title><content type='html'>definitivamente este no fue un dia bueno... no especialmente por los hechos o lugares. sino por los pensamientos y emociones... tengo la leve sospecha de que me estoy deprimiendo bien culero. &lt;br /&gt;es como machetazos todo el dia sobre la mente el corazon y mis ilusiones... despedazandolo todo... y no destruyendolo por que todavia queda mucho por machetear..&lt;br /&gt;quiero gritar, y golpear y que me golpeen.. quedar inconciente...  y poder quitarme esta presion que tengo en el pecho como callo a punto de reventar...&lt;br /&gt;y todavia tengo que lidiar con todo lo demas... &lt;br /&gt;con la maldita realidad... de que nada es tan doloroso...&lt;br /&gt;y que le pasa a todo mundo...&lt;br /&gt;y que no hay por que llorar...&lt;br /&gt;que el olvido no es mas que tonterias..&lt;br /&gt;que siga haciendo todo como siempre... y me recontracagaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;quiero ser una persona normal.. sin ilusiones, sin esperanzas, sin nada de que aferrarse tanto para que deje de doler.&lt;br /&gt;quiero paz y amor.&lt;br /&gt;quiero tranquilidad.&lt;br /&gt;quiero lo que no e encontrado durante meses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5496450474430011768?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5496450474430011768/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/definitivamente-este-no-fue-un-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5496450474430011768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5496450474430011768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/definitivamente-este-no-fue-un-dia.html' title='macheteeee!'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-193402454660916676</id><published>2010-10-17T12:08:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T12:11:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturnine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/afd6xHvKBtU" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;You had to screw me over&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;all the stuff you left me with&lt;br /&gt;is way too much to handle&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to preach&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to love me, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever on earth possessed you&lt;br /&gt;to make this bold decision&lt;br /&gt;I guess you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;While whispering those words&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a baby&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to preach&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to love me, all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to preach&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-193402454660916676?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/193402454660916676/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturnine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/193402454660916676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/193402454660916676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturnine.html' title='saturnine'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/afd6xHvKBtU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1575711751910193885</id><published>2010-10-17T11:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:36:24.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oxigeno</title><content type='html'>que pedo conmigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pareciera que ya no queda gota alguna de voluntad dentro de mi... solo un monton de carne y huesos programados para lograr lo que alguna vez me dispuse a programar para mi, lo que en algun momento crei que me haria feliz.&lt;br /&gt;La cantidad de amor esta definida por el dolor y sacrificio.&lt;br /&gt;mis dias pasan sin mas que recorrer 720 grados en el reloj.&lt;br /&gt;tengo sueños, siempre los e tenido... pero ahora mas que nunca me duele tenerlos.&lt;br /&gt;nada me reconforta. nada es duradero. la unica garantia es la desolacion y el sufrimiento.&lt;br /&gt;quiero que alguien me levante el animo. quiero que alguien me haga sentir bien. no necesito que me digan lo que ya veo. el problema . la realidad. la estupidez misma de la vida. o la forma irracional que tengo de seguir adelante.&lt;br /&gt;solo necesito un abrazo que se extienda por lo que resta de la semana, saber que alguien piensa en mi cuando yo pienso en ella. quiero voluntad para que no rechinen mis engranes, quiero soñar sin que me duela. quiero descanzar cuando duermo y no simplemente apagarme y despertar con el mismo sentimiento de angustia que tenia al acostarme.&lt;br /&gt;quiero todo.&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me beses sin pedirtelo y quiero que me quieras sin que pongas peros. o quiero olvidarte y poder obtenerlo en alguna otra mujer que pueda darmelo.&lt;br /&gt;por que mi esperanza se esta acabando y de pronto todo es tan oscuro. y de pronto estoy tan solo, que tengo tanto miedo de no volver a encontrarme con alguien que me haga sentir como tu me haces sentir.&lt;br /&gt;y me cala.&lt;br /&gt;mientras hago todo lo posible por mostrarme inmutable ante el mundo, por no quebrarme y seguir haciendo lo que hago todos los dias, vivir soñandote viviendo sin ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1575711751910193885?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1575711751910193885/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/oxigeno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1575711751910193885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1575711751910193885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/oxigeno.html' title='oxigeno'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7859614260797907094</id><published>2010-10-13T22:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:43:48.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>niebla</title><content type='html'>desde hace rato que todas las canciones de amor tienen tu nombre &lt;br /&gt;y que cada segundo en mi futuro esta planeado para que estes en el.&lt;br /&gt;que no hay hambruna mas cruda y ni sed mas aspera que los momentos que no estas a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;que cada risa tuya es un milagro, el que toda mi vida he esperado ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el tiempo que no te digo, que mi tiempo se mide en tus besos&lt;br /&gt;mis distancias en tus brazos y mis fuerzas en el sonido de tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;circulas por el mundo, como la niebla que toca todo y que nada la toca a su vez.&lt;br /&gt;y solo te veo, sin verte a ti, sin ver la bruma solo siento la caricia de tu brisa nocturna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7859614260797907094?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7859614260797907094/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/niebla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7859614260797907094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7859614260797907094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/niebla.html' title='niebla'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5498391323881577327</id><published>2010-10-06T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:15:31.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>morpheo</title><content type='html'>no creo que nadie disfrute mas verte dormis mas que yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5648663754593887343</id><published>2010-10-04T05:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:45:26.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saliva.</title><content type='html'>no se cuanta saliva me e tragado para poder tragarme las palabras te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo que por eso no quiero buscarte... me cala mas tenerte y no tocarte... que no tenerte para nada... por mas que me quiebre el alma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me caes gorda por que no puedo dejar de quererte ¬¬°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aun asi espero que haya leido entre lineas lo mucho que te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5648663754593887343?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5648663754593887343/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-se-cuanta-saliva-me-e-tragado-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5648663754593887343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5648663754593887343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-se-cuanta-saliva-me-e-tragado-para.html' title='saliva.'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-755966375705969826</id><published>2010-10-03T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:15:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vuelve... porfavor... vuelve.&lt;br /&gt;UnU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-755966375705969826?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/755966375705969826/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/vuelve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/755966375705969826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/755966375705969826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/vuelve.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-4039874685392472362</id><published>2010-09-22T12:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:41:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué extraño.</title><content type='html'>La sensacion de querer encontrar mi boca con la tuya se vuelve dificil de ignorar, ese cosquilleo sobre mis labios y esa sensacion en mi lengua que me dice que algo me hace falta. Cierro los ojos y recuerdo que respirabamos el mismo aire, que nos entreteniamos jugando con el limite de la tentacion, de linea mas finamente dibujada entre tus labios y los mios que marcaba la distancia mas pequeña, viendo quien perdia, quien no soportaba mas el deseo de acercarse y hacer el primer contacto. De tu mirada fija en mis ojos y los miosm que no podian ver nada mas. El comienzo del beso tan largo y profundo, tierno y humedo, violento e inocente, regalabas mordidas que me ataban a tu boca, recuerdo que me quitabas el aire y recuerdo las veces que nos besabamos tan fuerte que parecia que tratabamos de meternos el uno dentro del otro. extraño el silencio que acompañaba tu mirada traviesa y el roce de tu mano sobre mi cara que decia mas cosas que las que jamas me pude imaginar. Extraño el sonido de tu respiracion mientras duermes.Extraño tu voz. Extraño mi vida contigo. Te extraño a ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-4039874685392472362?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4039874685392472362/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-extrano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4039874685392472362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4039874685392472362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/que-extrano.html' title='Qué extraño.'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6217863876492239203</id><published>2010-09-22T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T04:33:54.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me gustaria que me extrañaras la mitad de lo que yo te extraño a ti ¬¬°&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6217863876492239203?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6217863876492239203/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-gustaria-que-me-extranaras-la-mitad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6217863876492239203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6217863876492239203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-gustaria-que-me-extranaras-la-mitad.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1933280202614815555</id><published>2010-09-22T04:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T04:16:13.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el no quererte se ha hecho una lucha constante, diaria y sin cuartel. escurriñando en mi cabeza cada emocion. sometiendo todo lo que me impulsa a extrañarte. pero es como querer atrapar el aire, me canso tantas veces de extrañarte, de dolerme del pecho cuando tu me faltas, de anudarme la garganta cada ves que oigo tu nombre. realmente no se que me pasa, no tengo motivos para que esto pase, todo ya esta muy claro y sin embargo me reuso en mi alma a dejar que pase... el dejarte...de pensar...de soñar... me esta costando caro. me gustaria que la soledad me abrazara en estos momentos... que me diera la urgencia de buscar a alguien que te reemplace, que simplemente te borre del pizarron para poner su nombre, pero no pasa, creo que sigo creyendo que sigues de viaje, que sigo esperando que vuelvas, que me abraces y me digas que todo lo que paso dejo de haber pasado. yo se que es cuestion de tiempo... siempre es cuestion de tiempo, pero por mientras el tiempo mueve las piedras en mi cabeza, mi mente me tortura, me come la angustia y simplemente no se cuanto mas lo puedo soportar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1933280202614815555?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1933280202614815555/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-no-quererte-se-ha-hecho-una-lucha.html#comment-form' 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type='html'>necesito olvidar para no extrañar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7557374373699124729?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7557374373699124729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/necesito-olvidar-para-no-extranar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7557374373699124729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7557374373699124729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/necesito-olvidar-para-no-extranar.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-9141244107540924571</id><published>2010-08-31T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:10:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cada vez me vuelvo mas disfuncional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-9141244107540924571?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9141244107540924571/comments/default' title='Comentarios de 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6483448502921856216</id><published>2010-08-31T07:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:31:30.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soy  de las personas que pocas veces hago un pancho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ayer lo hice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6483448502921856216?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6483448502921856216/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/soy-la-unica-persona-que-conosco-que.html#comment-form' 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mis mas grandes demonios es la desolacion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1531965302348080579?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1531965302348080579/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/uno-de-mis-mas-grandes-demonios-es-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1531965302348080579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1531965302348080579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/uno-de-mis-mas-grandes-demonios-es-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5206554250860818155</id><published>2010-08-24T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:36:10.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todavia sigues siendo mi primer pensamiento de cada mañana, y eso se esta volviendo irritante para mi. ¬¬°&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5206554250860818155?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5206554250860818155/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/todavia-sigues-siendo-mi-primer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5206554250860818155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5206554250860818155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/todavia-sigues-siendo-mi-primer.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3868074497722642940</id><published>2010-08-20T20:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:59:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>therapy is needed</title><content type='html'>i feel lonely, ugly, old, fooled, disappointed, fat, inlove and broken... again. puaj. ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3868074497722642940?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3868074497722642940/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/therapy-is-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3868074497722642940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3868074497722642940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/therapy-is-needed.html' title='therapy is needed'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3048965808178959528</id><published>2010-08-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:46:21.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero a mi mujer. la quiero de vuelta. pero creo que se quedo en el pasado. y me siento mal por ello. por que no la puedo tener y tengo que volver hacerme de una mujer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3048965808178959528?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3048965808178959528/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiero-mi-mujer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3048965808178959528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3048965808178959528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiero-mi-mujer.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3805172397526162313</id><published>2010-08-15T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T03:18:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>entre mas viejo no se se si soy mas sabio o mas pendejo xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3805172397526162313?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-704915902950874996</id><published>2010-08-14T18:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:41:44.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muchas veces... lo mejor que uno puede hacer es fingir, sonreir, dar las gracias y seguir adelante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-704915902950874996?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/704915902950874996/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/muchas-veces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/704915902950874996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/704915902950874996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/muchas-veces.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-127461173400904152</id><published>2010-07-30T23:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:01:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chingado</title><content type='html'>tengo tantas cosas adentro que no se como manejarlas... quiero llorar. pero tengo miedo a que solo sean ideas... tengo miedo que se hagan realidad... tengo miedo de lo posible... y de todo lo demas.&lt;br /&gt;por que chingados las cosas tienen que ser tan pinchemente dificilesss... por que la incertidumbre... por que fregados no puedo enamorarme de alguien que me pueda dar de si una parte de su mundo. la quiero a ella...y tengo miedo de aceptarla a pesar de todo... tengo mniedo que se vaya y tengo miedo a quedarme como estoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-127461173400904152?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/127461173400904152/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3892091979926026682</id><published>2010-07-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:12:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvio Rodríguez y Pablo Milanés El breve espacio en que no estás 1986</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/w7cdXvmjNXc/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7cdXvmjNXc&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7cdXvmjNXc&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3747618918111800562?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3747618918111800562/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/estar-sin-pareja-durante-un-rato-es.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3747618918111800562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3747618918111800562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/estar-sin-pareja-durante-un-rato-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1431414061275809379</id><published>2010-07-11T21:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:13:31.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>esperarte sin saber de ti es tan desesperante. espero que no sea en vano y que no se pierda nuestra relacion xP... por que te quiero y pues no sabes como me cuesta trabajo olvidarme de lo que siento xP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1431414061275809379?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7610391456386548923</id><published>2010-07-06T23:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:35:32.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por que quejarme de algo que resiento siempre se oye como un lloriqueo. quiero quejarme, por que las cosas no son como me gustaria. y no porque no hiciera nada al respecto... sino por que no estan en mi control. me quejo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7610391456386548923?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7610391456386548923/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-que-quejarme-de-algo-que-resiento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7610391456386548923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7610391456386548923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-que-quejarme-de-algo-que-resiento.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5456695635112021959</id><published>2010-07-04T22:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:08:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>olvidarte</title><content type='html'>yo reconosco mi naturaleza, de romantico, asotado, cegado y arrogantemente egoista. inconciente completamente.pero no lo puedo evitar. y no es por que en el fondo lo disfrute, si no por que no puedo fingir aceptar con sabiduria los sentimientos que me inundan en mis sentidos y los pensamientos que llenan mi mente hasta casi reventarla y dejarlos pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDJEhb9aDmk&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDJEhb9aDmk&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy a dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5456695635112021959?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5456695635112021959/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/olvidarte.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5456695635112021959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5456695635112021959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/olvidarte.html' title='olvidarte'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-397725012018147094</id><published>2010-07-03T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:04:23.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a veces me desespera el hecho que mi existencia este anclada a mi condicion humana.... hay veces me gustaria existir sin pensar o pensar sin existir... y ese es el verdadero dilema ...xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-397725012018147094?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/397725012018147094/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/veces-me-desespera-el-hecho-que-mi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/397725012018147094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/397725012018147094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/veces-me-desespera-el-hecho-que-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-2233335716328738189</id><published>2010-07-02T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T06:37:32.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being lonely isn't the worst feeling; it's being forgotten by someone you can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. im missing you and you dont fucking care. and i dont know what to do with this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-2233335716328738189?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2233335716328738189/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-lonely-isnt-worst-feeling-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2233335716328738189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2233335716328738189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-lonely-isnt-worst-feeling-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7801237886250184787</id><published>2010-06-30T23:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:47:09.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chingado, todo lo que busco es un "hola, estoy bien" pero ni eso... me siento absurdamente ignorado... como desconocido que te cae mal o alguien que vale la pena ignorar. no tengo problemas con que este alla, pero me molesta que se desconecte de aqui... que no pueda hablar con ella, que ni muestre interes por hacerlo... un mensaje lo que sea, una llamada perdida, algooo.. me tiene en pausa... pero estar pausado es insoportable. en espera para que todo siga andando.. me caga me caga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy se me subio la presion demasiado alto.. 180/120... el doctor me dijo que puede ser hipertension... yo le hecho la culpa al pastel de mazapan que comi en la tarde.. sentia que me desmayaba... maniana a primera hora voy con el nutriologo... ya basta de tanto desinteres por mi.maniana empiezo a quererme un poco mas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7801237886250184787?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7801237886250184787/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/chingado-todo-lo-que-busco-es-un-hola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7801237886250184787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7801237886250184787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/chingado-todo-lo-que-busco-es-un-hola.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8451128800286255882</id><published>2010-06-20T18:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:53:20.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>restart</title><content type='html'>cuando me siento mas agobiado, siempre vuelvo a este punto. esta vez regreso por la insertidumbre que me deja estar separado de quien quiero. y no por que sea mucho o poco tiempo, sino por que vuelvo a pensar en el tiempo que falta. no esta ella para calmar la ansiedad. se despierta mi desesperacion y la necesidad de reafirmar lo que siento por ella de alguna manera. no quiero parecer obvio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8451128800286255882?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8451128800286255882/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/restart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8451128800286255882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8451128800286255882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/restart.html' title='restart'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8927527932216160109</id><published>2010-03-07T08:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:09:05.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets go back to classy</title><content type='html'>ni modo, perdi mis comentarios... eran 59... los tengo respaldados.. pero ya no aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigamos con esta inconstante travesia. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8927527932216160109?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8927527932216160109/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/ni-modo-perdi-mis-comentarios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8927527932216160109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8927527932216160109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/ni-modo-perdi-mis-comentarios.html' title='lets go back to classy'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-4385191281491666060</id><published>2010-01-06T01:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:41:19.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cada vez que te veo</title><content type='html'>cada vez que te veo me vuelve esa sensacion de que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;cuando no estas eres un recuerdo lejano, de esos que se esconden tras del marco de una foto, escrito al borde, dulce, terroso y olvidado, nostalgia comprimida que vuelve en una brisa de oto;o o un escalofrio nocturno.es un aguacero de mayo cuando oigo el sonido de las canciones que oimos juntos, fresco y calido, robusto y briseado, que golpea en la espalda como el rostro, dando vueltas por las calles y ahogando todo lo que vive al ras del fondo.&lt;br /&gt;cuando estamos juntos una barra de hierro atraviesa mi cuerpo, inmovil rigido sin poder si quiera voltear por mas de dos segundos por que me verias que te estoy viendo, y eso me perderia, tu mirada se cruzaria con la mia y todas esas sensaciones volverian como espuma en una botella brotando de mi cabeza para terminarse desparramada por el piso.&lt;br /&gt;y eso no es lo que quiero. &lt;br /&gt;siempre que no estas hago planes para conquistarte que nunca empiezo, porque ya no se como manejar tu presencia. arruinarlo implica perderlo y perderlo no es una opcion.&lt;br /&gt;y por dentro me muero de angustia, de desesperacion y miedo, por que me imagino lo desconocido, lo que haces si no te tengo, lo que buscas si no te encuentro y lo que quieres si no estoy yo.&lt;br /&gt;todo esto afecta en mi, porque mi mente y mi corazion se vacio para hacerte espacio que al fin y al cabo cuando te veo me siento lleno, lleno de ideas y lleno de desalientos, de ver tu felicidad en manos de otros y de verte tan cerca y tan lejos de mis sue;os rotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-4385191281491666060?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4385191281491666060/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/cada-vez-que-te-veo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4385191281491666060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/4385191281491666060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/cada-vez-que-te-veo.html' title='cada vez que te veo'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-9166323273014811111</id><published>2009-12-22T12:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:21:26.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sesarf</title><content type='html'>suavemente mese el destino mi conciencia, mi paciencia y mi sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extraño el momento en que sentia que era la persona de alguien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy conciente de lo efimero que es, de las sensaciones, y lo perpetuo que se a hecho la melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necesito tener a alguien que me diga que todo esta bien y que pueda creerle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-9166323273014811111?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9166323273014811111/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/sesarf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/9166323273014811111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/9166323273014811111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/sesarf.html' title='sesarf'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1876591228401835413</id><published>2009-11-29T11:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:38:10.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que extra;o... conosco a gente independiente, que manejan su vida a sus anchas y que la compa;ia no es gran disturbio dentro de sus existencia.. generalmente estas personas son como faros para otras personas, siempre estan acompa;adas y les hace mas falta un tiempo a solas que lo que batallan para conseguir a alguien que quiera pasar tiempo con ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo soy un caso completamente distinto... y no conosco a alguien mas que sea parecido... no tan extremista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gustaria conocer a alguien y discutir sobre el tema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1876591228401835413?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1876591228401835413/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-extrao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1876591228401835413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1876591228401835413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-extrao.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6801616041115967621</id><published>2009-11-27T16:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:52:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>es complicado, sentirse incompleto y llenar el hueco con tratando de apretar el rompecabezas.&lt;br /&gt;en este momento nadie depende de mi, a nadie le importo, estoy seguro uqe puedo dejar de existir y los seres queridos que no estan en mi rutina no se darian cuenta de mi ausencia hasta un par de meses despues si no es que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;depender de mi mismo es algo que hago con los ojos cerrados. es por eso que es tan agradable tener a alguien que te pregunte como estas, se preocupe por tus problemas y que desee estar contigo hasta el final del dia. &lt;br /&gt;yo se que soy el que no encaja, pero no significa que no desee encajar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6801616041115967621?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6801616041115967621/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-complicado-sentirse-incompleto-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6801616041115967621'/><link 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Por ejemplo un cojinete en su soporte, una polea en su eje, etc. Según sea el tipo de acoplamiento que se produzca la holgura puede ser holgada, ajustada de deslizamiento suave o forzada.&lt;br /&gt;La holgura está regulada por las tolerancias máximas y mínimas que se establecen en las dimensiones de las piezas que se acoplan para mantener la intercambiabilidad de las mismas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi tolerancia a la holgura es menor. Creo que no puedo mantener mi intercambiabilidad. Necesito Acoplarme mejor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3826239697826968327?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3826239697826968327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/holgura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3826239697826968327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3826239697826968327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/holgura.html' title='holgura'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6176174703848733182</id><published>2009-10-18T08:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:17:42.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Radicals - You Get What You Give</title><content type='html'>ante los tiempos de sequia uno se pregunta si volvera a llover. volvemos al centro de coriolis, el vertice de la espiral... el punto de partida... solo, otra vez. sin remordimientos, ni arrepentimientos, solo una linea logica de acontecimientos que me llevaron al lugar en el que estoy.&lt;br /&gt;todavia tengo deseos de estar con alguien... pero desgraciadamente es solo para satisfacer mi necesidad de compañia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy dañado por dentro. no me importa. solo quiero estar agusto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6176174703848733182?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6176174703848733182/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-radicals-you-get-what-you-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6176174703848733182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6176174703848733182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-radicals-you-get-what-you-give.html' title='New Radicals - You Get What You Give'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5734365210126511712</id><published>2009-10-13T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:22:17.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por una cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz2SIVoqKG4l"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz2SIVoqKG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por una cabeza, metejon de un dia,  &lt;br /&gt;de aquella coqueta y risueña mujer  &lt;br /&gt;que al jurar sonriendo,  &lt;br /&gt;el amor que esta mintiendo  &lt;br /&gt;quema en una hoguera todo mi querer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5734365210126511712?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5734365210126511712/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-una-cabeza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5734365210126511712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5734365210126511712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-una-cabeza.html' title='por una cabeza'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1421349620066227184</id><published>2009-08-11T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:45:50.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que inquietud acerca de la muerte... entre mas años pasan mas gente se muere y sin embargo sigo aqui viviendo una vida que recibo fiada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1421349620066227184?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1421349620066227184/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-inquietud-acerca-de-la-muerte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1421349620066227184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1421349620066227184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-inquietud-acerca-de-la-muerte.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3651779614602826064</id><published>2009-07-12T10:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:14:51.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la vie (Lease con esta cancion. )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Px6zUe3y7c8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Px6zUe3y7c8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de todo hay que asumir las realidades de todo de lo que ya fuiste conciente. Pero el saber con una certeza con poco margen para futilidad los hechos que vienen y como seran realizados, casi como por bolita magica, no remedia el hecho de que  las cosas que no son tan placenteras. El reflejo de seguir una linea del pensamiento hasta el punto de que te puedas convencer de ello no significa que puedas asumirla como real.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaria decir algo diferente, pero estoy enamorado, no como la ultima vez, pero tengo la impresion de que esa sensacion recorre mi cerebro. Ahora veo el principio del final de una relacion muy agradable y supongo que rechazo los hechos, mas sin embargo no la idea de lo que va a pasar. Estoy tranquilo con ello pero no deja de doler :S.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantaria poder tener una relacion normal, sin tantos problemas. Algun dia tal vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3651779614602826064?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3651779614602826064/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/cest-la-vie-lease-con-esta-cancion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3651779614602826064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3651779614602826064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/cest-la-vie-lease-con-esta-cancion.html' title='C&apos;est la vie (Lease con esta cancion. )'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3422888261803628479</id><published>2009-05-07T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:56:19.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que estupidez</title><content type='html'>ayer fui feliz, hoy no, que pasó?... si nada a cambiado.&lt;br /&gt;la perspectiva, hoy ya no soy libre de hacer lo que quiera, de sentir lo que quiera, de pensar lo que quiera.&lt;br /&gt;hoy desperté y me di cuenta de lo mucho que me haces falta, de que me aceptes, de que me busques y que me quieras. hoy desperté queriendote mas de lo que quisiera. hoy desperté y sentí un miedo tremendo de seguir estando solo, incomprendido, angustiado, sobreviviendo, diambulando por la vida sin tener una sola esperanza. como antes. hoy desperté y me ganaron las ganas de que me digas que me quieres, que no hay por que temer si tu estas conmigo, que me cuidas, je, pero eso es solo un sueño que se extendió hasta abrir los ojos. tengo que dejar de pensar o seguir pensando. hoy escribiendo esto me hizo sentir mejor... me enfrio la cabeza me enfrió toda la emocion. pero sigue un susurro en mi cabeza que dice que tengo que correr lo mas pronto posible. pero no puedo dejar de querer seguir viviendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3422888261803628479?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3422888261803628479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6779525162728938651</id><published>2009-05-06T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:06:06.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy y mañana</title><content type='html'>si mañana me matas, hoy no me importa.. hoy me haces feliz. gracias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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Va en contra de mi, contra lo que yo busco, me muestra mi verdadero yo, mis verdaderos deseos, mi primer instinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una lucha interna interminable... cada segundo implican miles de ideas encontradas del "porque" y "como" y "cuando" y "donde" y "porque" una y otra y otra vez.  O simplemente es un profundo hueco a la altura de la boca del estomago que se extiende por la traquea hasta llegar a la parte de atras de mi cerebro, donde oculto las mentiras que me digo, las verdades inventadas y mis mas profundos miedos. Ya no sé como calmar a esta pinche bestia tan enorme como me la puedo imaginar.  Me persigue mi pasado, me persigue mi presente, me persigue mi futuro y aun no sé que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo es un momento, despues llega ella y lo calma todo. Ese es el problema. Tengo ansiedad por verla, y eso, eso es lo mas malo que se me pudo haber ocurrido que me pasara. yo no deseo eso, no deseo eso, no deseo eso, no deseo eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Espero que sea el medicamento la causa de estas ideas y sensaciones, por que si sigo con esta linea de pensamientos tendré que terminar con ella de una vez por todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5436735439668711068?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5436735439668711068/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/ansiedad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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soy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y otra es las cosas que quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde se unen esas dos partes es cuando realmente me siento satisfecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero para lo demas... tengo que disfrutar de estas dos partes por separado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5334146244776894455?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5334146244776894455/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/dos-cosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5334146244776894455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;que incoherencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenia que pasar en mi dia de descanzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero el balance karmico lo mas pronto posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: son casi las 3 de la mañana... para cierre con broche de oro de un dia perfectamente cagado.... me duele la pinche muela del juicio y no me dejaaaa dormiiiiiiirr ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SfwXCJye51I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q3cWJa7Cmrg/s1600-h/IMG00047-20090502-0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SfwXCJye51I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Q3cWJa7Cmrg/s400/IMG00047-20090502-0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331161384654661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me cagaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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muchos escenarios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya contaba con eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todavia tengo que ver si lo acepto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-498231922945243448?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/498231922945243448/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino-manifiesto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/498231922945243448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/498231922945243448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino-manifiesto.html' title='destino manifiesto'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3749970055693081791</id><published>2009-04-10T01:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:27:04.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sarabanda (entre la paranoia o premeditacion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/91sfrw106xs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/91sfrw106xs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirven tu sonrisa si no te ries conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirve tu piel si rehuye de mis dedos.&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirven tus ojos si estan fijos en el infinito&lt;br /&gt;infinito tan vacio en el que te pierdo y no te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirven tus labios tan lejanos a besar mi boca&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirve tu cuerpo tan frio como el mismo hielo&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirve estar a tu lado si tu compañia me a abandonado&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirve hablar cuando tu no estas escuchando&lt;br /&gt;de que me sirve&lt;br /&gt;de que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ausencia me invade como cancer con el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;pudriendo todo lo que tengo por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;mi vital recuerdo se a marchitado como hojal de otoño que espera el invierno&lt;br /&gt;para quebrarse y esparcise por el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sirve de nada seguir pensando. solo mi mente que torturadora me clava y reclava la espina que yo mismo formé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julietaaaa julietaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chingado tengo que dejar de decir pendejadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3749970055693081791?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3749970055693081791/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/sarabanda-entre-la-paranoia-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3749970055693081791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3749970055693081791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/sarabanda-entre-la-paranoia-o.html' title='sarabanda (entre la paranoia o premeditacion)'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-1860292757206583042</id><published>2009-04-09T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:47:19.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/9ibX3TejlZE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;HELP! I NEED SOMEBODY,&lt;br /&gt;HELP! NOT JUST ANYBODY,&lt;br /&gt;HELP! YOU KNOW I NEED SOMEONE, HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, SO MUCH YOUNGER THAN TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER NEEDED ANYBODY'S HELP IN ANY WAY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED,&lt;br /&gt;NOW I FIND I'VE CHANGED MY MIND I'VE OPENED UP THE DOORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME IF YOU CAN, I'M FEELING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;AND I DO APPRECIATE YOU BEING AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME GET MY FEET BACK ON THE GROUND,&lt;br /&gt;WON'T YOU PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW MY LIFE HAS CHANGED IN OH SO MANY WAYS,&lt;br /&gt;MY INDEPENDENCE SEEMS TO VANISH IN THE HAZE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT EV'RY NOW AND THEN I FEEL SO INSECURE,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT I JUST NEED YOU LIKE I'VE NEVER DONE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME IF YOU CAN, I'M FEELING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;AND I DO APPRECIATE YOU BEING AROUND.&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME GET MY FEET BACK ON THE GROUND,&lt;br /&gt;WON'T YOU PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, SO MUCH YOUNGER THAN TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER NEEDED ANYBODY'S HELP IN ANY WAY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED,&lt;br /&gt;NOW I FIND I'VE CHANGED MY MIND I'VE OPENED UP THE DOORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME IF YOU CAN, I'M FEELING DOWN&lt;br /&gt;AND I DO APPRECIATE YOU BEING ROUND.&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME, GET MY FEET BACK ON THE GROUND,&lt;br /&gt;WON'T YOU PLEASE,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP ME,&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME,&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME, OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cometario:&lt;br /&gt;pinche john lennon como se parece a mi amigo eduardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay una buena cancion para ver que tan patetico eres&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-1860292757206583042?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1860292757206583042/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1860292757206583042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/1860292757206583042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3543304814437565512</id><published>2009-04-09T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:46:49.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todo pendejo... como yo xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/aDOiWOlltzI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/aDOiWOlltzI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" 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href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6546765745362811505</id><published>2009-04-09T10:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:38:58.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expectación</title><content type='html'>como me complico la vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... mi cerebro se complica pensando cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;solo pienso cosas que me desesperan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... por que me falta información&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hago hipotesis de cosas que posiblemente no tengan caso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...por que trato de adelantarme a los hechos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;para que no me sorprendan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... por que no sabria que hacer si me sorprenden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mi mente piensa lento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...pero mi mente piensa siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a veces cansa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... lastima ser asi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;esperando lo bueno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...esperando lo malo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a veces no siempre puedo tener la razon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... y es cuando pierdo el control de las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mientras no me confirmen las hipotesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...seguiré esperando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;es cansado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...y no me deja disfrutar los momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;solo hasta que ya todo está olvidado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6597527-6546765745362811505?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6546765745362811505/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/expectacion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6546765745362811505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6546765745362811505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/expectacion.html' title='expectación'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6860805995320932385</id><published>2009-04-05T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:23:27.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ando sensi</title><content type='html'>me choca andar sensi.&lt;br /&gt;:s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me siento solo y sin resolucion alguna... que todo mundo me manda a la verga y que no puedo hacer nada para remediarlo... siento que todo esto es temporal...y que todo es temporal... y que nada vale la pena para esforzarse un poco... porque está fuera de mi control... todo esta fuera de mi control... mi mente está fuera de mi control...  no tengo derecho a enojarme... enojarme hace que todo mundo reaccione en mi contra... pero tengo tantas ganas... de llorar y cagarme a gritos sin sentido... y me siento solo... y no puedo evitarlo. hoy no puedo evitarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6860805995320932385?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6860805995320932385/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/ando-sensi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6860805995320932385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6860805995320932385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/ando-sensi.html' title='ando sensi'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8209001276879548202</id><published>2009-04-04T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:21:50.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No soy mas que un monton de letras acomodadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8209001276879548202?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8209001276879548202/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-soy-mas-que-un-monton-de-letras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8209001276879548202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8209001276879548202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-soy-mas-que-un-monton-de-letras.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7640784343585303372</id><published>2009-03-27T14:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:01:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence Based Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 id="post-896"&gt;Consejos médicos para una vida saludable&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los ejercicios cardiovasculares prolongan la vida, ¿es verdad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su corazón fue hecho para latir un determinado número de veces… y basta. No desperdicie esos latidos en ejercicios, porque todo se gasta. Acelerar su corazón no hará que usted viva más; sería como decir que usted prolonga la vida de su coche conduciendo más deprisa y dando acelerones. ¿Quiere vivir más? Pues duerma unas buenas siestas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Debo dejar las carnes rojas y comer más frutas y vegetales?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haga lo que quiera, pero usted tiene que entender la lógica de la eficiencia. ¿Qué come la vaca? Alfalfa. ¿Qué es la alfalfa? Un vegetal. Pues bien, entonces, un entrecot no es nada más que un mecanismo eficiente de poner vegetales en su sistema. Así mismo, si su organismo necesita granos o pienso compuesto, coma pollo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Debo reducir el consumo de alcohol?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ninguna manera. El vino está hecho de fruta. El coñac, por ejemplo, es un vino destilado. Todo esto significa que se saca el agua de la fruta de manera que usted obtiene el mayor provecho de ella. La cerveza también está hecha a base de vegetales. Puede darle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cuáles son las ventajas de un programa regular de ejercicios?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La filosofía es que, si no le duele, están bien.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Son perjudiciales los fritos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted mismo… Hoy en día la comida se fríe con aceite vegetal y, por tanto, queda impregnada en aceite vegetal. ¿Cómo puede ser perjudicial ingerir vegetales?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Ayudan las flexiones a reducir la grasa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutamente, no. Ejercitar un músculo solamente hace que éste aumente de tamaño.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Hace daño el chocolate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Pero hombre de Dios! No sea tonto. El chocolate es cacao, y el cacao es otro vegetal. Por tanto, el chocolate es una comida buena para ser feliz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y acuérdese: la vida no debe ser un viaje hacia la tumba con la intención de llegar a ella con un cuerpo atrayente y bien conservado. Es mejor ajustar los pies en los estribos, cerveza en una mano, un buen aperitivo en la otra, mucho sexo, un cuerpo totalmente gastado y usado, y gritar: “¡Valió la pena! ¡Qué viaje!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahm, y postdata: si caminar fuera saludable, el cartero sería inmortal…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meme que me encontré &lt;a href="http://perarduaadastra.eu/2009/03/consejos-medicos-para-una-vida-saludable/"&gt;por ahi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7640784343585303372?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7640784343585303372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-9163508547577255728</id><published>2009-03-26T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:15:29.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me pasa esta cancion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DeVotchKa  - Till The End Of Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re just words, they ain’t worth nothing&lt;br /&gt;Cloud your head and push your buttons&lt;br /&gt;And watch how they just disappear&lt;br /&gt;When we’re far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows where this is heading&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts irrevocably combined&lt;br /&gt;Star-crossed souls slow dancing&lt;br /&gt;Retreating and advancing&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who put all those cares inside your head&lt;br /&gt;You can’t live your life on your deathbed&lt;br /&gt;And it’s been such a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;Let’s not let it end this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows where this is heading&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts irrevocably combined&lt;br /&gt;Star-crossed souls slow dancing&lt;br /&gt;Retreating and advancing&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sisters and brothers we lean on each other&lt;br /&gt;Like sweethearts carved on a headstone&lt;br /&gt;Oh why even bother, it’ll be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It’s not worth it sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at you and me still here together&lt;br /&gt;There is no one knows you better&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve come such a long long way&lt;br /&gt;Let’s put it off for one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows where this is heading&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts irrevocably combined&lt;br 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-3658803552379028065</id><published>2009-03-24T11:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:12:55.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facts at 23.66666666</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ultimamente todo se a vuelto un bunche de cosas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salgo con alguien, con la que casi no salgo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voy a un trabajo, en el que casi no trabajo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Como poco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; pago por cosas que no uso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; duermo poco y poco a poco se va acrecentando en mi el miedo a la narcolepsia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;se acabó el café en la casa... llevo 3 dias sin tomar café.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo ganas de que las cosas fueran mas faciles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pensar menos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disfrutar mas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; apagar mi cerebro por un instante y que las cosas no se hicieran mierda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ya no fumo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuido mi cuerpo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;volvi a besar a alguien despues de casi un año de no hacerlo (patetico yo sé... pero no soy café soluble, soy mas bien chocolate mi abuelita helado... tardo tiempo en hacerme)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me masturbo de perdida unas 3 o 4 veces a la semana (yo sé que a nadie le interesa... pero a nadie le deberia interesar leer este post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo 23 años y 3/4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengo un humor negro tan especialmente horrible que la gente lo confunde con diplomacia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no e golpeado a nadie en las ultimas 24 horas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no me embriago por temor a subir de peso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no fumo porque pago mucho de gimnacio y no quiero bofearme en media hora, ademas de que la persona con la que salgo le desagrada... cosa que me enteré por parte de un amigo que tambien salia con ella y que opto por no fumar en dicho momento.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no me gusta mi cuerpo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;creo que tengo una clase de hongo en el meñique de el pie derecho... la piel de ese dedo siempre a estado muy dura desde hace años... me pongo antimicoticos y no deja de estar dura.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gustaria que la gente me llamara mas por telefono, o que vinieran mas a mi casa. me gusta que me busquen, generalmente yo soy la pesona que está viendo que hacer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me truena la rodilla izquierda cuando corro mas de 10 minutos... me la lastimé hace años.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me agrada pensar como pienso, me hace sentir inteligente por que aparentemente paresco inteligente, pero yo se que en el fondo son puras patrañas y que en realidad no se nada de nada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo miedo comprometerme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo miedo a quedarme solo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo miedo a estar acompañado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo miedo a las responsabilidades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo muuucho miedo a la muerte, no tanto a la muerte en si, a MI muerte, es algo que tengo presente y que no me agrada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me disculpo mucho...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...por que suelo pensar con los zapatos de otras personas todo el tiempo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soy una persona de caracter debil, no tengo webos para sostener una decision por que siempre estoy analizando las nuevas ideas y trato de sacar una nueva prologia basada en las dos ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no me gusta aferrarme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me aferro con frecuencia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soy muy calenturiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soy muy meloso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;casi no demuestro mis sentimientos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me sudan las manos cuando me pongo nervioso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me emociona que alguien me tome en cuenta para algo o que digan lo que piensan de mi... ya sea bueno o malo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo un buen autoestima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pero tengo un ego pequeño. (o al revez)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gustan las cabronas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gustan las mujeres ambiciosas y controladoras (no sé por que)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo pocos amigos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la mayoria de los pocos amigos que tengo me creen una persona extraña (mas extraña que ellos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aprendo facilmente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no soy bueno en la escuela&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soy bueno trabajando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soy una persona coda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me encanta el sexo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no e tenido sexo por casi un año&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;una vez di sexo oral, no fue reciproco, fue calentura, y ni siquiera hubo contacto mas allá del cuello para abajo, fue extraño, me dejó mas caliente de lo que estaba. pero es una rayita mas para poner en mi ataud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;una vez tuve sexo en la playa, no es lo que yo creia... la arena se mete por TODAS PARTES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo miedo a embarazar a alguien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gusta provocar placer a mis parejas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gusta que ellas tomen el control de la situacion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gustan las mujeres sexys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extraño a mis amigos que estan lejos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gusta fumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gusta tomar cerveza y comer pizza al mismo tiempo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gusta tomar café a las 4 de lamañana en la terrasa de mi casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me encanta ir a kino, me hace sentir independiente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gusta mas dar sexo oral que recibirlo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no me gusta la mota. pero a veces se me antoja.(una vez al año...y no se quien tiene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;le tengo miedo a los niños por que pienso que son demsiado fragiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gustan los niños calladitos y todos cutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me encanta la musica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amo la musica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo sueño&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;y no se me ocurre nada mas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengo que ir a trabajar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pienso que hay demasiados matrimonios jovenes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiero viajar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;y comer cosas raras sabrosas de preferencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiero ser exitoso e independiente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no quiero mucho dinero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pero quiero vivir agusto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiero ser un artista&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;y quiero ser mejor cada dia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiero a mi familia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aunque no me la pase tan bien con ellos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quiero terminar este post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3658803552379028065?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3658803552379028065/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/facts-at-2366666666.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3658803552379028065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3658803552379028065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/facts-at-2366666666.html' title='facts at 23.66666666'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6985527991925712724</id><published>2009-03-19T04:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:58:41.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wow (y no es world of warcraft)&lt;/span&gt;.............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;holyshit que rico besa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6985527991925712724?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-5548471948370459356</id><published>2009-03-15T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:09:38.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Voy paseando por la vida arruinando todas las cosas que me parecen bonitas."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-5548471948370459356?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5548471948370459356/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/voy-paseando-por-la-vida-arruinando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5548471948370459356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/5548471948370459356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/voy-paseando-por-la-vida-arruinando.html' title=''/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-2686135968507413014</id><published>2009-03-04T11:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:36:51.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in fact</title><content type='html'>A veces creo que mi vida es una constante lucha contra las circunstancias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-2686135968507413014?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2686135968507413014/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2686135968507413014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2686135968507413014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-fact.html' title='in fact'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8721408839738625395</id><published>2009-02-25T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:05:50.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raras noticias</title><content type='html'>mi exnovia se casa... no se como reaccionar. me siento raro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8721408839738625395?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8721408839738625395/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/raras-noticias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8721408839738625395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8721408839738625395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/raras-noticias.html' title='raras noticias'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6445110542151295957</id><published>2009-02-02T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:30:41.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para mi malasuerte estoy enamorado de un recuerdo. El presente es una constante reevaluacion de prioridades para lograr un futuro menos malo que el pasado del que para estos tiempos no logro superar.&lt;br /&gt;Es tan dificil ser humano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6445110542151295957?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6445110542151295957/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-mi-malasuerte-estoy-enamorado-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6445110542151295957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1690px; height: 1124px;" src="http://www.indymedia.ie/attachments/feb2008/condom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CWindows%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   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sensación de seguridad, cuando en realidad se lo están cogiendo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-MX"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-3159657826668619623?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3159657826668619623/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/condones-y-politica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3159657826668619623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/3159657826668619623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/condones-y-politica.html' title='Condones y politica'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-2598215684384167144</id><published>2009-01-13T12:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:24:14.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>besar a alguien en martes 13</title><content type='html'>- Besa a alguien... es martes 13&lt;br /&gt;- es martes 13 no dia de los inocentes&lt;br /&gt;- solo agarra su cara y plantale un beso&lt;br /&gt;- ehmmm&lt;br /&gt;- tienes unos labios bonitos&lt;br /&gt;- eso que significa?&lt;br /&gt;- que tampoco es halloween&lt;br /&gt;- jajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;- jajajajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-2598215684384167144?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2598215684384167144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/besar-alguien-en-martes-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2598215684384167144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/2598215684384167144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/besar-alguien-en-martes-13.html' title='besar a alguien en martes 13'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-479195015052197656</id><published>2009-01-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:40:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el maestro de la ironia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SWw3BLVBL4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O5ZyjieOevg/s1600-h/maestro+de+la+ironia+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 800px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-maestro-de-la-ironia.html' title='el maestro de la ironia'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SWw3BLVBL4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O5ZyjieOevg/s72-c/maestro+de+la+ironia+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6273632581886277131</id><published>2009-01-10T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:16:10.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i'm listening</title><content type='html'>retilectric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7P0z7-NC9A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m7P0z7-NC9A&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXTB0W5jHSs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXTB0W5jHSs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi amor platonico (mi unico amor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6273632581886277131?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6273632581886277131/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-im-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6273632581886277131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6273632581886277131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-im-listening.html' title='what i&apos;m listening'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8626935695634228268</id><published>2008-12-28T13:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:19:11.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las lagrimas de arcadia.</title><content type='html'>Empecé a escribir cositas... me falta unirlas bien... usaré este post para irlo desarrollando... por el momento lo primero que se me ocurrio... el titulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8626935695634228268?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8626935695634228268/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/las-lagrimas-de-arcadia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8626935695634228268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8626935695634228268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/las-lagrimas-de-arcadia.html' title='Las lagrimas de arcadia.'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-754618846612083669</id><published>2008-12-10T09:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:42:47.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sutilezas</title><content type='html'>Despues de un tiempo de no relacionarme de ninguna manera con el sexo opuesto para fines eroticos, romanticos, "compañeristicos" o simplemente sana diversión (solamente para discutir los temas que discuto siempre), me e dado cuenta que soy una persona muy dificil, ansiosa, pero dificil. Ansioso en la manera de que me gusta estar en una relación en donde pueda ser comprendido, comparta el cariño con otra persona y que pueda satisfacer mis necesidades de apoyar, ser apoyado y en el que pueda divisar un destino mas agradable que el quedarme solo, y dificil en el aspecto de que no soy la persona mas abierta del mundo, tengo ciertos criterios que subconcientemente me limitan para poder empezar a tratar a una persona sinceramente al momento que no son cumplidos en su forma correcta.No quiero decir que soy elitista, pero me gustan las cosas de una manera especial y no siempre es la que mas me conviene o la mejor (es por eso que no soy elitista), hasta la fecha despues de haber terminado mi ultima relacion(como 8 meses mas o menos), no e encontrado la persona que satisfaciera estos aspectos que mas me podrian llamar la atención de una mujer. Los e encontrado como elementos aislados en diferentes personas. Sutilezas que las hacen apreciables, pero no del todo aceptables para poder mover un dedo para relacionarme. Coqueteria a habido, pero aunque paresca raro yo soy la persona que menos se muestra emocionado, el que menos piensa en el futuro y ek quye menos piensa esforzarse para que las cosas salgan de una manera satisfactoria, por el simple hecho de que no me gusta completamente esa persona. Aunque tengamos cosas en comun, no me gusta su aroma (no digo que sea desagradable, pero no es lo que a mi me gustaria, lo que me llama la atención), no me gusta su forma de hablar, no me gusta su poca avidez para poder darme la contra, tengo que atacarlas para poder obtener un resultado interesante, se oye grocero, pero es mi forma de establecer una conexion sincera, tal vez no sea la mas sana, pero cuando se llega a un acuerdo te das cuenta de todo lo que descubriste de una persona, y que tanta resistencia tiene a mi persona. A veces me emociona ver la insistencia y esperanza que pueden tener, ya que como dije antes soy ansioso, pero al primer detalle que me desagrade, tiro todo por la borda y no dejo que las cosas sucedan, por que recuerdo todo el daño que me ocurrio en mi ultima relación, las cosas buenas que tengo en este momento de estar soltero y que en el futuro puedo encontrar una persona que me llene mas, que perder mi tiempo, dinero y esfuerzo en una relación con una persona que medio me gusta y medio no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-754618846612083669?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/754618846612083669/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/sutilezas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/754618846612083669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/754618846612083669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/12/sutilezas.html' title='sutilezas'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7588375070122516691</id><published>2008-11-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:44:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Pink Floyd</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSjgfmITGQM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fSjgfmITGQM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... no me dejo de soprender de las cosas que hacemos en mexico.. jejejej&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7588375070122516691?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7588375070122516691/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexican-pink-floyd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7588375070122516691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7588375070122516691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexican-pink-floyd.html' title='Mexican Pink Floyd'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-4734385779113402757</id><published>2008-10-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:44:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, L’Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:hcx:content:atom.com:1e98ccff-4120-4d39-ae06-abb99caeb00c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="autoPlay=false&amp;amp;dist=http://www.sogemal.org&amp;amp;orig=" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(52, 63, 67); 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Realmente da una sensacion de tiempo detenido y que todo es apacible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SO1JnWzVNTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8-k3y00dlak/s1600-h/1223506282484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SO1JnWzVNTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8-k3y00dlak/s400/1223506282484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254937280695842098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero como sea siempre (me) pasan este tipo de cosas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6554494515447956045?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6554494515447956045/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversaciones-en-la-cama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6554494515447956045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6554494515447956045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversaciones-en-la-cama.html' title='Conversaciones en la cama'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SO1JnWzVNTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8-k3y00dlak/s72-c/1223506282484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7901668206291185181</id><published>2008-09-22T12:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:56:50.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bailar con la mas fea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SNf1xbeeafI/AAAAAAAAAEA/60VcXGnbad0/s1600-h/FID4.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SNf1xbeeafI/AAAAAAAAAEA/60VcXGnbad0/s400/FID4.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248934120261577202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos nos tocará bailar con la mas fea, por eso yo compongo la musica para bailar mi propia cancion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=541cc6ebb2&amp;amp;msgs=11c8b9534de642cc&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;view=audio"&gt;&lt;span id=":9n"&gt;&lt;span id=":9o" class="l73JSe" tabindex="0" role="link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de la catrina, no mas para recordar que ya viene octubre mi mes favorito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7901668206291185181?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7901668206291185181/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/bailar-con-la-mas-fea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7901668206291185181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7901668206291185181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/bailar-con-la-mas-fea.html' title='bailar con la mas fea'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRdqEsnulFM/SNf1xbeeafI/AAAAAAAAAEA/60VcXGnbad0/s72-c/FID4.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8502201362152772320</id><published>2008-09-09T06:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:53:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you, need to work</title><content type='html'>los ultimos dias e trabajado mucho... y cuando me refiero a mucho me refiero a mas de 12 horas continuas cada dia... se quemó la competencia y ahora nosotros absorbemos el 100% de los requerimientos del cliente, es una histeria demasiado relajada y organizada a pesar de los improvistos sucedidos por la carga de trabajo tan repentina (ayer habia 120 posiciones conectadas y se botaron los termicos, lo buenos es que hay pila y generador y la gente siguió trabajando como si nada...). Me siento cansado, me siento un poco solo y con ganas de tener un poco mas de tiempo para despabilarme, me gustaria conocer a alguien, pero ahorita no estoy listo para invertir mi tiempo, dinero, esfuerzo y emociones para con una persona que no sea yo. a veces la sigo extrañando, a veces no sé si es a ella o al sexo... hajajajajaja.... cuando vuelva a tener sexo me decidiré(uuuuhhhhh)... ajajajjaja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pd. Me duelen las piernas de tanto caminar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8502201362152772320?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8502201362152772320/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-you-need-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8502201362152772320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8502201362152772320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-you-need-to-work.html' title='fuck you, need to work'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-6966511287026458135</id><published>2008-08-11T10:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:35:31.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control y libre albedrio</title><content type='html'>Una de las cosas mas desesperantes del mundo y que por lo menos el 80% de la gente que conosco no lo toma en cuenta, es el hecho que no sabes a donde vas, uno realiza las cosas para satisfacer los motivos que nos hace sentirnos mejor (y con mejor me refiero a la definicion individual, ya que jamas vas a hacer algo que vaya en contra de ti mismo.... jamaaas.... es imposible... desgraciadamente somos robots y humanos a la vez), como cumplir un plan o hacer cosas espontaneamente tomando las oportunidades emergentes entre otras cosas.&lt;br /&gt;luego continuo el post... me tengo que ir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-6966511287026458135?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6966511287026458135/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/08/control-y-libre-albedrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6966511287026458135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/6966511287026458135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/08/control-y-libre-albedrio.html' title='Control y libre albedrio'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7544469966986825857</id><published>2008-07-19T23:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:46:36.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ingravides</title><content type='html'>Emocionalmente estoy algo confundido. Estoy estirando mi capacidad para no decaer en pensamientos solitarios a pesar de que el 90 porciento del tiempo no lo comparto con nadie, hasta este punto no a llegado el momento en el que grite desesperado por compañia, pero aun asi, sé que no puedo estar asi toda la vida. va a llegar el momento en que necesite involucrarme emocionalmente y es ahi cuando entra mi confusión, como voy a poder crear lazos nuevos, si todavia no logro romper mis lazos afectivos con la persona anterior.  Ya llevo 2 meses y medio sin saber de ella y aun asi siento que me disuelvo tan solo acordandome de los buenos recuerdos. tengo muy mala memoria... pero en este caso selectivamente desidí olvidar lo malo y me quedé solo con los buenos recuerdos... y me cuesta trabajo pensar en que existe otra persona que pueda ocupar el lugar de ella o de perdida que tenga la misma funcion... es por eso que es confuso, está afuera de mis planes, pero necesito rellenar el vacio para estár bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.. a ver que pasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7544469966986825857?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7544469966986825857/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingravides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7544469966986825857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7544469966986825857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingravides.html' title='ingravides'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7313750998332822061</id><published>2008-07-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:31:28.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>con el tiempo tiendo a querer mas cosas... pero mas sencillas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7313750998332822061?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7313750998332822061/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/07/con-el-tiempo-tiendo-querer-mas-cosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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adaptacion a la inadaptabilidad. che gente idiota... jajajajajajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7764967949236983948?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7764967949236983948/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/subculturacion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7764967949236983948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7764967949236983948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/subculturacion.html' title='subculturacion'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-566122708930080207</id><published>2008-06-24T01:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:50:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sui generis</title><content type='html'>Dejando la burbuja de dependencia, en mi individualidad, me doy cuenta que soy muy singular y que me cuesta mucho trabajo poder relacionarme realmente con personas que no sean de mi misma ideologia, me gustaria encontrar un lugar donde pueda encontrar gente como yo. Tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-566122708930080207?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/566122708930080207/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/sui-generis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/566122708930080207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/566122708930080207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/sui-generis.html' title='sui generis'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-670377879782143371</id><published>2008-06-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:57:22.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>george carlin died</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This conversation is bound to turn up. Two guys in a street meet each other and one of them says, "hey, did you hear? Phil Davis died". "Phil Davis? I just saw him yesterday." "Yeah, didn't help. He died anyway. Apparently, the simple act of you seeing him did not slow down his cancer. In fact, it may have made it more aggressive. You know, you could be the cause for Phil's Death, how, do you live with yourself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-670377879782143371?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/670377879782143371/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-carlin-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/670377879782143371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/670377879782143371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-carlin-died.html' title='george carlin died'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-7356602055834606867</id><published>2008-06-22T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:31:38.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muy interesante respuesta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="subject"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mx.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080606104453AA7WJRv"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1 class="subject"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mx.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080606104453AA7WJRv"&gt;¿Puede una persona ser depresiva y sufrir personalidad depresiva, a la misma vez?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En primer lugar es erróneo hablar de "ser depresivo" o "tener personalidad depresiva".&lt;br /&gt;La capacidad emocional, es uno de los elementos de la capacidad sensible del ser humano, y junto con la capacidad instintiva y la capacidad afectiva, estan encargadas de reaccionar a los estímulos que la capacidad sensorial y la capacidad intelectual sensoperciben, interpretan, elaboran y registran en la memoria.&lt;br /&gt;Y dado que el intercambio de estímulos con el medio externo al individuo humano, es contínuo, constante y dinámicamente evolutivo y cambiante, se debe hablar de estados emotivos que varían en cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;En consecuencia, más que haber personas depresivas o que tienen personalidad depresiva, hay que referirse a personas, que vivencian estados depresivos.&lt;br /&gt;Los estados depresivos, son reacciones de la persona, frente a situaciones que le generan diferentes estados de angustia.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad, son reacciones instintivas de defensa, que inclusive afectan los vínculos con las demás personas dado que originan alteraciones en el funcionamiento de la capacidad afectiva.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que considerar que, los estados depresivos y sus provocadores, los estados de angustia, resultan de intercambiar estímulos con el medio social, empleando experiencias heredadas en lo genes y en culturas adquiridas que resultan insuficientes o inadecuadas para responder a demandas y exigencias del medio, que varían de segundo en segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Una manera de "reducir" las consecuencias provocadas por los estados depresivos y los estados de angustia, es aprender a conocer cómo funcionan los procesos psíquicos en el ser humano y que capacidades intervienen en el intercambio de estímulos en cada circunstancia de las comunicaciones y de las relaciones con el medio social.&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier aclaración acerca de estos temas, dirigirse al sitio web.www.humanologia.com.ar o a los e-mails Carlosalbertoromero@fibertel.com.ar o al Carhumanologia@yahoo.com.ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy me sentì mal saliendo del trabajo... me hice un handjob y todo volviò a nivelarse.... que raro trabaja el nche organismo, ni las drogas funcionan tan rapido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Como no quiero engordar (mas) no como chocolate para sobrellevar los momentos tristes asi que, tengo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masturbaci%C3%B3n"&gt;està&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; opcion para segregar endorfinas en mi cerebro o hacer ejercicio, cortarme hasta volverme emo (algunos dicen que ya lo soy, yo solo digo que soy sensible... jajajajaja), o comer chile (sabian que comer chile libera endorfinas?... yo no... y entre mas enchiloso mejor...) y no sè que mas... quiero sexo (de ese tipo de endorfinas quiero), o de perdida alguien con quien ir al cine y poder estirar el brazo... jejejejeje (mis prioridades se enfrentan a mis posibilidades)... con cualquiera de las dos cosas estaria mas que lleno de endorfinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-7356602055834606867?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7356602055834606867/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/muy-interesante-respuesta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7356602055834606867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/7356602055834606867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/muy-interesante-respuesta.html' title='muy interesante respuesta.'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597527.post-8725435323620638567</id><published>2008-06-20T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:28:50.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mujer de pricipios de siglo</title><content type='html'>reconoce su maldad pero no lo asume como algo malo.&lt;br /&gt;(posteriormente extenderè este post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597527-8725435323620638567?l=nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8725435323620638567/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/mujer-de-pricipios-de-siglo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8725435323620638567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597527/posts/default/8725435323620638567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomorevoicesinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/mujer-de-pricipios-de-siglo.html' title='mujer de pricipios de siglo'/><author><name>Héctor Neudert</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105399894644570739766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rXHSr-KD7u0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/kd7yLh9soog/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
