<?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-5080265</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:09:14.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En el más sucio rincón de mi negro corazón</title><subtitle type='html'>Sus soldados
son flores de madera
y mi ejército no tiene
bandera, es sólo un corazón
condenado
a vivir entre maleza
sembrando flores de algodón.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-115168254823993244</id><published>2006-06-30T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:55:04.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bueno, ellos ya decían que llegaría Esto:viejoperdido,el talento ,titubeandocon las palabras.escucho pisadas sordas,me vuelvo,miro detrás de mi...aún no, perro viejo.demasiado pronto.ahoraellos están sentados hablando demí:sí, le ha ocurrido, estáacabado...es unapena.nunca fue gran cosa,?verdad?bueno...no, pero ahoraahora están celebrandomi defunciónen tabernas que yo ya nofrecuentoahorayo bebo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/115168254823993244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/115168254823993244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115168254823993244' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-112715584700041057</id><published>2005-09-19T18:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:50:47.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"She said she wanted my body not my mind so I showed her my dictionary to show the words that I know and how loquacious I can be when I set my mind down to it, and she wasn't impressed.  She wasn't impressed at all. She whispered in my ear.  She said. `Wanna get lucky little boy?' Well I smiled. I smiled and I said: "Is it luck?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/112715584700041057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/112715584700041057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112715584700041057' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-112212784676129355</id><published>2005-07-23T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:10:46.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How could this be happening to meI'm lying when I say, 'Trust me'I can't believe this is true- Trust hurtsWhy does trust equal sufferingAbsolutely nothing we trust</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/112212784676129355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/112212784676129355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112212784676129355' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-112023483565246949</id><published>2005-07-01T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:20:35.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La vida sigue adelante, actuemos como cobardes o como héroes". "La vida no tiene ninguna otra disciplina que imponer, si tan sólo nos diéramos cuenta, que aceptar la vida sin cuestionamientos. Todo aquello que nos negamos a ver, todo a lo que le escapamos, todo lo que denigramos o despreciamos, sirve para derrotarnos al final. Lo que parece asqueroso, doloroso, malo, puede convertirse en una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/112023483565246949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/112023483565246949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112023483565246949' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-111996523739177104</id><published>2005-06-28T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:27:17.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P R O P A G A N D AWhy Don't You Get A Life And Grow UpWhy Don't You Realize That You're Fucked UpWhy Criticize What You Don't UnderstandWhy Change My Words, You're So AfraidYou Think You Have The Right ToPut Me DownPropaganda Hides Your ScumFace To Face You Don't Have A Word To SayYou Got In My Way, Now You'll Have To PayDon't, Don't Believe What YouSeeDon't, Don't Believe What You ReadNo!!!I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111996523739177104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111996523739177104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111996523739177104' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-111926462679520352</id><published>2005-06-20T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:50:26.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....Life is ours, we live it our way... All these words I don't just say ... Trust I seek  ...  Open mind for a different view ... never cared for what they do ...  never cared for what they know  ... but I know... no matter how far ... Couldn't be much more from the heart... never cared for what they say ... never cared for games they play ... No, nothing else matters...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111926462679520352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111926462679520352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111926462679520352' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-111746757951660264</id><published>2005-05-30T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:39:39.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha pasado mucho tiempo, y el tiempo cambia las cosas, empezando por las actitudes y  terminando en las amistades. Mucha es la gente que aun recuerdo, a veces con algo de "morri?a" aunque siento que cada día que pasa me importan menos, y aunque sea algo que no me acaba de gustar, lo voy aceptando, vienen amistades nuevas y quedan cada vez menos de las antiguas, nunca sabes lo que te depara el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111746757951660264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111746757951660264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111746757951660264' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-111712094852318083</id><published>2005-05-26T17:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:25:25.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No hay nada que decir, quien quiera algo estoy en todas partes... solo esto:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111712094852318083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/111712094852318083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111712094852318083' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-110124942957315405</id><published>2004-11-23T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T23:37:09.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orgullo, qué és eso?Estar de pie y no llegar jamás a ninguna parteMadurez? Qué és la madurez?Ponerse de rodillas y seguir a la misma altura</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/110124942957315405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/110124942957315405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110124942957315405' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-109974980644420202</id><published>2004-11-06T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T15:03:26.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odisea Autonoma3:30 PM - Sergi se descarta y Miriam igual, me dispongo a ducharme.4:00 PM - Llamada a Antares que me dice que tire para allí y que cuando llegue le llame.4:10 PM - Salgo de mi casa y me dirijo al mercadona de moianes donde compro 2 litros de sangría; luego me dirijo a plaza universidad, me compro un pakete de tabaco, y voy hacia la entrada de los ferrocarriles. Cojo el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109974980644420202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109974980644420202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109974980644420202' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-109396500802662935</id><published>2004-08-31T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:10:08.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post cruelmente cierto- Si te concedieran un deseo, ?que pedirías?- Reboot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109396500802662935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109396500802662935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109396500802662935' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-109199641688665266</id><published>2004-08-08T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T22:20:16.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Necesito unas vacaciones- Necesitas unas ocupaciones</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109199641688665266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109199641688665266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109199641688665266' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-109180354127287156</id><published>2004-08-06T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:45:41.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y ESE QUE TANTO HABLA, ESTÁ TOTALMENTE HUECO, YA SABEIS QUE EL CÁNTARO VACIO ES EL QUE MÁS SUENA.Automarginao :  Soy un automarginao de toda esta mierdade esto ke a mi me ha tocao.Soy un automarginao, prefiero estar soloke mal acompa?ao. Estoy ya más ke harto, harto de aguantar yala tontería en cualkier lao.Y esque pienso mucho, tal vez demasiao, por eso estoy askeao. Las decepciones no las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109180354127287156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/109180354127287156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180354127287156' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108992215662228370</id><published>2004-07-15T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:09:16.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Supongo ke hoy estoy de bajón, mejor posteo otro día.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108992215662228370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108992215662228370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108992215662228370' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108910312561511157</id><published>2004-07-06T10:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T10:38:45.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No ze ezcrivyr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108910312561511157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108910312561511157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108910312561511157' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108712619750341066</id><published>2004-06-13T13:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T13:29:57.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peque?a reflexión sobre los nacionalismos IEn toda la historia del mundo, han existido diversos pueblos y culturas que o bien han desaparecido, o bien se han mezclado con otras, solo algunos de esos pueblos y culturas siguen hoy dia, como son el Francés, el Basco... y otros muchos tantos. Según mi punto de vista es lo mismo creer en Dios que ser nacionalista, se cree en Dios porque el ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108712619750341066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108712619750341066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108712619750341066' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108617217743923365</id><published>2004-06-02T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T12:29:37.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108617217743923365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108617217743923365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108617217743923365' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108449345278420721</id><published>2004-05-14T02:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T02:23:27.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como bien ha dicho Fontecha, ya soy uno de los "elegidos"... XDDD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108449345278420721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108449345278420721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108449345278420721' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108320082220248533</id><published>2004-04-29T03:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T03:11:11.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sushi... así es como me llamaba mi ex mujer... "pescado frío"...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108320082220248533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108320082220248533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108320082220248533' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-108259071801351400</id><published>2004-04-22T01:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:42:38.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember tomorrow...Unchain the colours before my eyes,Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.Tengo ganas de....Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,I shall return from out of fire.... pero el fin y al cabo ...Tears for rememberance, and tears for joy,Tears for somebody and this lonely boy... así que..Out in the madness, the all seeing eye,Flickers above us, to light </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108259071801351400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/108259071801351400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108259071801351400' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107938312822751041</id><published>2004-03-15T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:41:59.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paquete de tabaco... 2'30 eurosCafé del mediodia ...  1 euroMenú Pans&amp;Company ... 5 eurosRecuento de votos del senado ... 1 horaVer a Urdaci por Televisión Espańola diciendo que ha ganado el PSOE ... no tiene precio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107938312822751041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107938312822751041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107938312822751041' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107753919288167279</id><published>2004-02-23T13:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T13:29:15.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>żQué me importa a mí el futuro? ........ Habrá otras crisis en el porvenir...Que mis sucesores resuelvan esos nuevos problemas,como yo he resuelto el del presente....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107753919288167279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107753919288167279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107753919288167279' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107650813652592390</id><published>2004-02-11T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:04:43.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y ya van 19 ańos de (no) vida!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107650813652592390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107650813652592390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107650813652592390' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107601809920045207</id><published>2004-02-05T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:57:20.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1- somos unos intelectualoides venidos a más, ke nos creemos los mejores2- no me veo diciendo esto con *, por ejemplo1- ke huevos los nuestros2- ni sikiera el **  2- ya ves tío, menudo par2- (de huevos, se entiende)1- claro, se entiende</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107601809920045207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107601809920045207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601809920045207' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107591760684675672</id><published>2004-02-04T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:02:25.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>V?ctimas de nosotros mismosSiempre hay alguien al otro lado. Alguien que, habitualmente, tiene algo que contar, y por lo tanto, que aportarnos. En la vida todos tenemos por delante mucho que aprender, pero eso es muy dif?cil si solo nos escuchamos a nosotros mismos. El discurso del yo yo y yo s?lo conduce al victimismo, al estancamiento, a la autocompasi?n y al aislamiento. Al igual que uno </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107591760684675672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107591760684675672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591760684675672' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107469268107577386</id><published>2004-01-21T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T14:46:39.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>59.- DI LO MAS IMPORTANTE DE LA PERSONA QUE TE ENVIO EL MAIL: Lo más importante de Carlos es que siempre es Carlos aunq a veces el ser Carlos le impida ser otras cosas (espero q lo interpretes bien!! no va con mala leche!, va con todo mi carińo!) ;) Vale, Y si lo interpretais los lectores de mi blog? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107469268107577386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107469268107577386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107469268107577386' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107451576105853019</id><published>2004-01-19T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T13:37:57.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AGUA KE NO KORRE ACABARÁ PODRIDA Y YA NO LO PIENSO,ME VOY DE CABEZA HACIA EL MAR, HACIA EL MAR, HACIA EL MAR ABIERTO...EL AGUA ESTANCADA TERMINA SIEMPRE PODRIDA, PODRIDA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107451576105853019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107451576105853019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107451576105853019' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107417945980387475</id><published>2004-01-15T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T16:12:51.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...What I've felt, what I've knownNever shined through in what I've shownNever be, never seeWon't see what might have beenWhat I've felt, what I've knownNever shined through in what I've shownNever free, never meSo I dub thee unforgiven...The Unforgiven es una canción de MetallicA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107417945980387475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107417945980387475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107417945980387475' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107347585901428006</id><published>2004-01-07T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:45:59.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PoesíaUnas veces me sientocomo pobre colinay otras como montańade cumbres repetidasunas veces me sientocomo una acantiladoy en otras como un cieloazul pero lejanoa veces uno esmanantial entre rocasy otras veces un  árbolcon las últimas hojaspero hoy me siento apenascomo una laguna insomnecon un embarcaderoya sin embarcacionesuna laguna verdeinmóvil y pacienteconforme con sus </summary><link 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le traiga lo que ya tiene, la felicidad...  prefiere sentir ira, tristeza, angustia... antes que tomar esa pildorita que anula los sentimientos y te convierte en una persona feliz...Bernard quiere ser libre, libre de sentir por si mismo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/10732317271980741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/10732317271980741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#10732317271980741' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107265052808014939</id><published>2003-12-28T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:30:16.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anuncios TVGrandes fósiles del mundo... con la primera entrega, Manuel Fraga...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107265052808014939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107265052808014939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107265052808014939' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107249752380572013</id><published>2003-12-27T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T05:00:09.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ESDLA EpílogoGandalf acabó sus ańos, en Can Tunis como camello... donde se descubrió ke lo de Gandalf el blanco era por su afición a la nieve...Aragorn estableció un régimen dictatorial en Gondor... tras una guerra civil, se trasladó a Barcelona, donde acabó sus dias como proxenetaGimli, tras las grandes batallas del anillo, se dedicó a lo que era su verdadera pasión, se afeitó la barba y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107249752380572013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107249752380572013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249752380572013' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107159156296590174</id><published>2003-12-16T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T17:22:14.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107159156296590174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107159156296590174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107159156296590174' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107109544409021868</id><published>2003-12-10T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:31:48.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CitasMientras buscaba el desodorante en el cuarto de mi hermana, he encontrado un libro de citas.... interesantes algunas.- Los que lanzan discursos sobre la sociedad de consumo, siempre han consumido bien, desde su primer biberón. René Barjavel- Si puedes bromear sobre algo muy importante, has alcanzado la libertad. Maurice Béjart- En altos círculos, ridiculizar a los judíos es nazismo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107109544409021868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107109544409021868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107109544409021868' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-107055833880740769</id><published>2003-12-04T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T18:19:55.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grande es la verdad, pero más grande todavía, desde un punto de vista práctico, el silencio sobre la verdad. Por el simple procedimiento de no mencionar ciertas cuestiones, de bajar lo que Mr. Churchill llama un "telón de acero" entre las masas y los hechos o argumentos ke los jefes políticos consideran indeseables, la propaganda totalitarista ha influido en la opinión de manera más eficaz de lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107055833880740769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/107055833880740769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107055833880740769' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106931412520879040</id><published>2003-11-20T08:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T08:42:41.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NODOBush promete actuar para que nunca se permita el matrimonio de homosexuales  El presidente de EE UU quiere enmendar la Constitución para evitar las bodas de gaysPara el presidente de EE UU el matrimonio sólo puede estar formado por dos personas de sexo distinto. George W. Bush sólo tardó unas horas en reaccionar ante la decisión del Tribunal Supremo de Massachusetts a favor de permitir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106931412520879040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106931412520879040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106931412520879040' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106785299054866037</id><published>2003-11-03T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T10:50:04.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your looks and your feelingsare just the remains of your past...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106785299054866037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106785299054866037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106785299054866037' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106707008084002699</id><published>2003-10-25T10:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T10:21:23.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ke alguien me explike ke necesidad hay de esconder lo ke kereis decir en vuestros blogs bajo un telón de palabras... tanto miedo os da la claridad? el ser directos no es ser bastos, es muy distinto.... Posts repetitivos y sin fuerza alguna, sin razón de ser... ( bien es cierto ke mi blog no vale un duro, pero bueno, tengo el derecho a dar mi opinion igualmente, no? )...En realidad, lo unico ke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106707008084002699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106707008084002699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106707008084002699' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106691189098609810</id><published>2003-10-23T14:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:24:50.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Tienes un problema con la bebida ?- Si!!, no puedo encontrar un bar!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106691189098609810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106691189098609810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106691189098609810' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106612289554170588</id><published>2003-10-14T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T11:14:55.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acuario:Realista, estrafalario-melancólico-lejano.Inesperado, bondadoso y trankilo... goza desafiando la opinion pública y se deleita escandalizando con comportamientos excéntricos a las personas convencionales.Anticonformista, no es complicado ni ingenuo, ni se entusiasma ni se hastía.Enfoque impersonal de las cosas, mirada extrańa y lejana.Enamorados de la libertad, rebeldes ke sienten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106612289554170588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106612289554170588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106612289554170588' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106525783134760968</id><published>2003-10-04T10:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T10:58:50.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nos hacemos mayores, unos mas que otros, pero la vida sigue mientras la gente se va separando cada vez mas... unos en el instituto, otros en la uni, otros currando...  pero acaso esto nos ha de preocupar o poner tristes??Sinceramente yo creo ke no, tras tener una charla kon una chica llamada Liliann, la cual me puso las ideas donde debian estar, llegamos a la conclusion de ke cada uno sigue su </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106525783134760968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106525783134760968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106525783134760968' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106415061733587621</id><published>2003-09-21T15:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T15:23:37.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SULTANS OF SWINGYou get a shiver in the darkIt's been raining in the park but meantimeSouth of the river you stop and you hold everythingA band is blowing Dixie double four timeYou feel all right when you hear that music ringYou step inside but you don't see too many facesComing in out of the rain to hear the jazz go downToo much competition too many other placesBut not too many horns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106415061733587621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106415061733587621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106415061733587621' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106318789172498909</id><published>2003-09-10T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:58:29.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escribe con carbon en mi pensamientoque cruzamos océanos de tiempodibujando los garabatos de mis fantasias...Poco es tanto! cuando poco necesitas...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106318789172498909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106318789172498909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106318789172498909' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106142995616528280</id><published>2003-08-21T03:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T03:39:37.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay quien si, y hay quien noCada dia lo tengo mas claro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106142995616528280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106142995616528280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106142995616528280' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106104172090786829</id><published>2003-08-16T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T15:48:40.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os observo... lo veo todo... lo oigo todo.... mover hilos?, nah, prefiero esperar, k toi mu viejo pa estas cosas... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106104172090786829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106104172090786829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106104172090786829' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-106022540724129710</id><published>2003-08-07T05:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T05:03:27.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home AloneY como tal, os invito a tod@s a venir a visitarme, unos petillas, algún ke otro submarino...Everyone's invited :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106022540724129710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/106022540724129710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106022540724129710' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-105889138413403167</id><published>2003-07-22T18:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T18:29:44.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bob MarleyNo Woman No Cry&gt;No woman no cryNo woman no cryNo woman no cryNo woman no cryCause I remember when we used to sitIn a government yard in TrenchtownObserving the hypocritesMingle with the good people we meetGood friends we have, Oh, good friends we have lostAlong the wayIn this great future,You can't forget your pastSo dry your tears, I sehNo woman no cryNo woman no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105889138413403167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105889138413403167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105889138413403167' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-105874883405975832</id><published>2003-07-21T02:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T02:54:08.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy he tenido un accidente y me han dicho ke kiza me amputen uno de los dedos de la mano... espero ke se cure pronto...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105874883405975832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105874883405975832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105874883405975832' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-105780801304888349</id><published>2003-07-10T05:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T05:33:32.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>			HENRY		Elsa never really believed in the		Grail. She thought she'd found a		prize.			INDY		What did vou find, Dad?			HENRY		Me?... Illumination.	HENRY and INDY mount their horses. Henry turns back to his son.			HENRY		What did you find, Junior?			INDY		Junior?! Dad...			SALLAH		Please...What does it always		mean, this...this "Junior?"			HENRY		That's his name. Henry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105780801304888349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105780801304888349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105780801304888349' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-105751507493413234</id><published>2003-07-06T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T20:11:45.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mientras nosotros nos pegamos la buena vida........otros se la pegan aun mejor:YEaHhHhh xDD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105751507493413234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/105751507493413234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105751507493413234' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-95913120</id><published>2003-06-22T13:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T13:37:33.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crónica de el dia del Doctor MúsicaBorja y yo llegamos tocando ya Stone Sour... la sensación k nos dan es k más o menos parecen novatillos... pero bueno, hay una canción lenta k está bien.Tras esto... Mucho Muchacho, un rapero de mierda ke fue tremendamente abucheadoSôber no estuvieron mal, me sorprendió un poco.Tricky es como un Mike Oldfield kon más cańa, bastante más... a mi me gustó</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95913120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95913120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95913120' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-95624390</id><published>2003-06-13T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T12:46:51.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esa esa, tiene Edesa..."Mi edesa tiene pantalla panorámica" Si, y yo hago las pizzas en mi tele...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95624390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95624390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95624390' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-95405643</id><published>2003-06-07T17:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T17:39:04.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El Sol ya no ilumina a la Luna por las noches...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95405643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95405643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95405643' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-95029658</id><published>2003-05-29T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T12:22:02.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:45 am, enfrente del instituto.Estamos reunidos en un banco delante de un Shlecker y realizamos el objetivo por el cual habiamos venido, privar y aprovar, bien... Carlini, Idaira y yo nos disponemos a entrar en un badulake y pillar una xibeca, nos la privamos en menos de 3 minutos  y nos vamos pal tuto.Tuto, 10:09 amSoy el segundo al ke le dan la nota, salgo fuera de clase, abro el sobre y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95029658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/95029658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95029658' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-94502692</id><published>2003-05-17T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T18:27:28.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...what I've felt..what I've known....never shined through in what I've shown...never be....never see..won't see what might have been.....what I've felt...what I've known..never shined through in what I've shown...never freenever meso I dub thee unforgiven...The Unforgiven es una canción de MetallicA, porcierto, mola mi vestuario Hetfield o ke? :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/94502692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/94502692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94502692' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-93890124</id><published>2003-05-07T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T00:43:39.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TituriruríiI've seen you in a darknessyour face in a duskyour silhouette in a shadeseyes gliming full of lustYou try to dazzle mewith your beautyYou try to bewitch me.When cold northwind blowsI can smell your parfymewhen frost bitesI feel your lips on my neckI don´t want to share my lifeoh no with youI want your sweetsand things we used to doNo... You can't reach my loveso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93890124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93890124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93890124' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-93706715</id><published>2003-05-03T17:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T17:12:11.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uishh... la ocasión la pintan calva pero.... yo aspiro a más.. Conformarme con lo ke se ke tengo?? o ir a por lo ke realmente kiero arriesgandome a perderlo todo?? Dura decision... lo ke tengo me gusta, mucho. Pero yo kiero más.Ke hacer ante tal encrucijada??!!?! Cada día tengo menos claro que hacer.Las dos cosas... imposible..., realmente creo ke si me kedo parado ahora kon lo ke tengo, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93706715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93706715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93706715' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-93253862</id><published>2003-04-25T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T20:27:07.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Barrio Sésamo...en la lección anterior aprendimos la diferencia entre leeeeejos y ceeeeeerca, pues bien, hoy se explicará lo más detalladamente posible, para que aquellas mentes no preparadas para asmilar tal información puedan de alguna manera ver la realidad.Supongamos un espacio de tiempo de 55 minutos: |---------------------------------------------------------|    &lt;---- (espacio de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93253862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93253862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93253862' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-93188379</id><published>2003-04-24T19:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T19:30:28.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CrackCrackCrackCrackCrack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93188379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93188379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93188379' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-93013747</id><published>2003-04-22T02:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T02:34:15.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joder, hay ke ver, de ke le sirve a una persona ke le consuelen kuando le pasa algo... yo la verdad no entiendo a la gente ke llora sus putas penas a no ser ke se lo pregunte yo mismo, esto va más dedicado a esa gente autocompasiva ke más ke lástima da pena, ke a mi, personalmente no suelo llorar nada por ahi y aun menos contar mis burradas. Bueno, no me pidais organización escribiendo esto, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93013747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/93013747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93013747' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-92890055</id><published>2003-04-19T17:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T17:16:51.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mientras el mundo creceyo sigo aki en mis treceno tengo nada k objetarLa piel se me endurecelas ostias ya no duelen andando y sin mirar atras</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/92890055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/92890055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92890055' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-92323707</id><published>2003-04-10T01:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T01:57:28.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No puedo estar sin amor, y mi amor es la música, desde el potente metal al genial blues... realmente me gustaría plasmar este amor por la música tocando algún instrumento, no se cual... el ke más me gusta me resulta imposible por falta de espacio... la guitarra..psé, ta bien, pero no me mata a mi.Realmente me fastidia kuando alguien k no sabe distinguir un bajo de una guitarra intenta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/92323707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/92323707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92323707' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-91613052</id><published>2003-03-29T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T20:02:26.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En una mano tengo el Sol, en la otra la Luna, la ciudad es mía ya pero a estas horas no doy una.Con el corazón en obras y la polla bajo cero vuelvo a casa y el puto 32 no pasa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91613052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91613052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91613052' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-91570168</id><published>2003-03-28T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T23:10:39.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nota al hacker: Has caido bajísimo, más te vale ke no sepa kien eras, pq realmente, te la has ganao.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91570168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91570168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91570168' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-91486011</id><published>2003-03-27T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T17:05:58.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy te escribo desde lejosno tuve tiempo de esperarno nos mueve ya lo mismo va siendo hora de cambiarNunca aspire a ser propiedad, busco un camino de sinceridadpoder perderme y no olvidar.Que todo consiste en saber vivir, quizás contigo, quizás sin ti,buscar motivos pa sonreir.Rompí con todos mis prejuiciossiempre p` alante sin mirar atrásA ti ya no te importa nadievas a tu ritmo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91486011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91486011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91486011' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-91353600</id><published>2003-03-25T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T17:45:24.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bajo el Nogal de las ramas extendidasyo te vendí y tú me vendiste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91353600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91353600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91353600' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-91076117</id><published>2003-03-20T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T20:43:50.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El eje del mal...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91076117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/91076117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91076117' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90872465</id><published>2003-03-17T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T21:00:57.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Era sólo una ilusión sin esperanzaque pasó como un día de abril;pero aquella mirada, aquella palabray los ensueńos que despertaronme robaron el corazón</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90872465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90872465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90872465' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90764316</id><published>2003-03-15T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T16:41:08.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimamente estoy viendo una tendencia en la gente a decir ke son muy diferentes a la demás "gente". Yo también me veo diferente a los demás, todos nos vemos diferentes a los demás, pero si nos paramos a pensar, tenemos muchísimas similitudes con cierta gente, esa gente kon la ke nos sentimos identificados... nuestros amigos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90764316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90764316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90764316' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90607129</id><published>2003-03-12T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T21:54:44.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one but me can save myself, but it's too late Now I can't think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though it never existed Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90607129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90607129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90607129' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90470572</id><published>2003-03-10T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T19:54:01.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nunca le perdoné a mi hermano gemelo que me abandonara durante siete minutos en la barriga de mamá, y me dejara allí, solo, aterrorizado en la oscuridad, flotando como un astronauta en aquel líquido viscoso, y oyendo al otro lado cómo a él se lo comían a besos. Fueron los siete minutos más largos de mi vida, y los que a la postre determinarían que mi hermano fuera el primogénito y el favorito de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90470572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90470572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90470572' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90351658</id><published>2003-03-08T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T12:50:25.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HospitaletTermina Silencio Absoluto, salimos fuera.Se acerca un hombre...Tú, tú .... Alex..Juan..Pepe ... eso Pepe... y tú... Jordi...Manolo...Manuel!! si si Manuel... pasa el porro tio... un porro de amigo? un porrito de amigo? eso es un porrito?.... uff...tio..uff... ke hago akí...hablando kon dos tios...ejke he salio a las 6 del curro... sabes?...y he ido al convite... de un amigo... el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90351658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90351658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90351658' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90238945</id><published>2003-03-06T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T15:36:05.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naces en días olvidados, mueres en la hora de la alegría. Sales de un sueńo. Entras en otro y todo lo que ves es mentira.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90238945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90238945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90238945' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90179999</id><published>2003-03-05T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T22:54:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Va a subir la marea.........y se lo va a llevar todo...................................................................................................................................hoy lloré! se me habrá metidoun poco de arena... eso no es para mi.................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90179999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90179999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90179999' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90139217</id><published>2003-03-05T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T00:12:27.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No es un gran post, pero tampoco me importaEsta noche he dado un largo paseo por el campo, he visto miles de malas hierbas, pero entre ellas crecía una espléndida rosa roja, yo en casa ya tenía una bonita rosa roja, pero esa me gustaba más, tenía algo especial, era MI rosa.No me atreví a cogerla, pues tuve miedo de arrancarla y que muriese poco a poco... hubiese querido tanto irme al este con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90139217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90139217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90139217' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-90076265</id><published>2003-03-04T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T00:25:30.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Live Is to DieWhen a Man Lies He Murders Some Part of the World These Are the Pale Deaths Which Men Miscall Their Lives All this I Cannot Bear to Witness Any Longer Cannot the Kingdom of Salvation Take Me HomePD: Supongo k no hará falta traducirlo, ya ke los ke visitan esta página tienen de nivell mig parriba en inglés, no? :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90076265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/90076265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90076265' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89962210</id><published>2003-03-01T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T19:41:14.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayer salí a buscarte y me encontré</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89962210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89962210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89962210' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89844311</id><published>2003-02-27T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T17:17:55.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL CORREO MIERCOLES 26 DE FEBRERO DEL 2003El deseo no tiene horariosEl 90% de los espańoles prefiere no planificar sus relaciones sexuales y mas de la mitad opta por mantenerlas cualquier dia de la semanaYo soy del 10% que si prefiere planificarlas ... ˇMmmm ...! Los lunes, los martes, los miercoles, los jueves, los viernes, los sabados y los domingos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89844311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89844311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89844311' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89829725</id><published>2003-02-27T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T11:15:49.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soy un gnomoSoy un gnomo y aquí en el bosque paso speeden un árbol vivo yo fumando hachísSoy un gnomo, comer setas es mi aficiónComo tripis a montón pa reirme de los trolls Soy siete veces más borde que tú, muy cabróny siempre estoy de bueeeeen humoooooorSoy porreta, soy drogadicto y vacilónsi me quieres conocer pon mucha atención:No le temo a los maderos (con ellos me meto rayas)Con</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89829725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89829725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89829725' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89710969</id><published>2003-02-25T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T15:08:42.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy en día Parte II de II	Cuarenta ańos, llevo viajando cuarenta ańos. Desde que con veinte fuera nombrado Guía, hasta ahora, que cuento sesenta primaveras, irónica expresión si se trata de alguien que no conoce las flores, ni el Sol y mucho menos el Verano. Aquí vivimos en un eterno Otońo. Hasta ahora nunca había dudado en querer regresar a la Tierra, mi fe era inquebrantable. Pero ahora que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89710969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89710969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89710969' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89654946</id><published>2003-02-24T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T18:59:23.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy en día Parte I de IIComo siempre mi vida transcurre entre inciertos folios maltratados. El secreto de la agonía reside en las violetas, amoratadas por el dolor te serán familiares. No así los animalitos criados en campos de concentración con el único fin de alimentar a la barbarie humana. Pensándolo bien, es normal que ocurriera aquello. En vuestra época se creía ciegamente en el progreso. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89654946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89654946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89654946' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89592919</id><published>2003-02-23T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T11:15:15.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toda una filosofía de vidaHoy puede ser un gran día plantéatelo así,aprovecharlo o que pase de largo depende en parte de ti.Dale el día libre a la experienciapara comenzar,y recíbelo como si fuera fiesta de guardar.No consientas que se esfumeasómate y consume la vida a granelHoy puede ser un gran díaDuro con élHoy puede ser un gran díadonde todo está por descubrir,si lo empleas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89592919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89592919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89592919' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89460757</id><published>2003-02-21T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T00:09:50.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La guerra es la pazLa libertad es la esclavitudLa ignorancia es la fuerza</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89460757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89460757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89460757' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080265.post-89433657</id><published>2003-02-20T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T15:34:27.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ArrebatoFue por tí, por tu luz el día que te conocíse me abrió el corazónsólo vivo para tí.Desde entonces como brilla el sol!Fue un plis-plas żqué pasó?no me dijiste ni adiósżdónde está tu calortu mirada y tu pasión?Desde entonces ya no sale el sol!Si te vas nunca másvas a poder encontrarlo que yo un día te dísabes bien no fue fingirDesde entonces ya no quiero sol!Desde aquel día </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89433657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080265/posts/default/89433657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reincidente.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89433657' title=''/><author><name>Lord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07378225824270660098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
