<?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-257775233646403482</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:36.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floressinprimavera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-3518623506230743157</id><published>2008-05-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:54:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aveces todos nos ponemos a pensar , en el pasado y a recordar en vez de buenos momentos (: , momentos malos o tristes la gran mayoria , siempre me pregunto porque ? nos gusta torturanos ? hacernos daño ? . este ultimo tiempo e pensado en cosas tristes en momentos que no quisiera recordar , pero como se dice aunque por mucho que se esconda la herida , igual sabemos que esta ahi y porque . y no creo poder segir hablando de esto , que ni yò se explicarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-3518623506230743157?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/3518623506230743157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=3518623506230743157' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3518623506230743157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3518623506230743157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2008/05/aveces-todos-nos-ponemos-pensar-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-4589316031865036846</id><published>2008-01-03T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:27:09.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/R30M1GJ3JKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pB8XjHSnVVE/s1600-h/blo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/R30M1GJ3JKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pB8XjHSnVVE/s320/blo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151287655106290850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese dolor qe solo conose una persona qe ha pasado por èl, ese pensamiento de basura y ese maldito sentimiento de amor. un sueño perfecto alegria, risas , pena , caidas , golpes sì la palabra golpes no es de un sueño pero hoy muchas personas piensan qe es parte de ellò. en tu sueño no permitas qe hayan golpes y maltratos, hay personas qe sufren mas qe tù piensa en ellos .-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-4589316031865036846?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/4589316031865036846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=4589316031865036846' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/4589316031865036846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/4589316031865036846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2008/01/ese-dolor-qe-solo-conose-una-persona-qe.html' title=''/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/R30M1GJ3JKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pB8XjHSnVVE/s72-c/blo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-2690894372537420527</id><published>2007-12-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T15:14:34.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algodondeazucar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/R1XeZv8lRNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HcoQp4nm41E/s1600-h/algodon+de+zucar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/R1XeZv8lRNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HcoQp4nm41E/s320/algodon+de+zucar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140259083661952210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lo paso bien contigoo ! son miles de sentimientos juntos .- aunque no nos pase nada mas haya de amistad eres como mi pololo ! .- andamos pa tooas juntos .- celebramos cada mes x habernos conosido ! nos regalamos cosas porqe sìì ! Disfrutamos cada cosaa y cada momento qe estamos juntos.- __* Me haces hacer cosas locass ! reir y hasta llorar ! -- TE AMOOOO ! OJALA CONOSIERA OTRA PERSONA COMO TÙ ! .- PARA QUE FUERA MAS QUE AMIGOO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-2690894372537420527?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/2690894372537420527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=2690894372537420527' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/2690894372537420527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/2690894372537420527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/12/algodondeazucar.html' title='Algodondeazucar.'/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/R1XeZv8lRNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HcoQp4nm41E/s72-c/algodon+de+zucar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-3111397417521697481</id><published>2007-11-07T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:35:15.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apesar De Toodo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/RzJmJnemTpI/AAAAAAAAACs/MJLw5OB7oh0/s1600-h/1194113451_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130275240930594450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/RzJmJnemTpI/AAAAAAAAACs/MJLw5OB7oh0/s320/1194113451_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de toooodo lo que a pasado esta semana ha sido la mejor que he tenido, me he reido mas que la Mierda con mis verdaderos amigos que se hicieron mas presente esta semana que nunca . He tenido altos y bajos pero no se como explicar esta seman ha sido tan lindha tan bacan es como si estuviera mi todos los dias de mi vida en scout, en un campamento y por lo que he escuchao para varias personas ha sido muy bonita esta semana y eso que aun queda mucho, Han sido dias Felices Aun haci dejando contando todo lo malo, Tambien he Llorado algo que no suelo hacer muy seguido. Por que reirme me da una sensacion tan rica, tan satisfactoria, que por mi me riera todo el dia y andubiera feliz, quiero que esto siga todos me dicen que porque me rio sola, pero en una palabra &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME ENCANTA&lt;/span&gt; reir y mas con ustedes . Estoy Feliz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-3111397417521697481?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/3111397417521697481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=3111397417521697481' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3111397417521697481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3111397417521697481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/11/apesar-de-toodo.html' title='Apesar De Toodo !'/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/RzJmJnemTpI/AAAAAAAAACs/MJLw5OB7oh0/s72-c/1194113451_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-3365540655028362722</id><published>2007-11-05T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:54:37.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paren Porfa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry-cRrIBIbI/AAAAAAAAACk/06IF-mpM9l0/s1600-h/empanada03.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129490328046346674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry-cRrIBIbI/AAAAAAAAACk/06IF-mpM9l0/s320/empanada03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cual es el gusto de gritarse, de hacer que uno se sienta como la mierda, porque les gusta tanto eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No pueden estar un segundo en paz, las wueas que hacen o hablar, nos hacen mal a nosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pueden decirse las cosas hablando o alejense de nosotros, yò ya no quiero oirlos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CALLENSE !.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me desesperan, me duele pensar en que ustedes quieren terminar con un sueño que hemos construido . Porque ? Cual es la gracia ? digan para que se callan. Por momentos prefiero hacerme la indiferente, pero las demas personitas importantes no saben como hacer eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dense cuenta de lo que estan provocando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vallanse ala mierda !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-3365540655028362722?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/3365540655028362722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=3365540655028362722' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3365540655028362722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3365540655028362722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/11/paren-porfa.html' title='Paren Porfa'/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry-cRrIBIbI/AAAAAAAAACk/06IF-mpM9l0/s72-c/empanada03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-6888987993727509472</id><published>2007-11-05T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:35:49.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry-JdLIBIZI/AAAAAAAAACU/SguGqsCPLtY/s1600-h/Imagen+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129469634893914514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry-JdLIBIZI/AAAAAAAAACU/SguGqsCPLtY/s320/Imagen+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo paso tan bien con ustedes, me dan ganas de reir sin parar, al igual que me hacen llorar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son tantas emociones y sentimientos que me hacen vivir en un instante. Y siempre me pregunto Porque son tan bacanes y tan lindas personas ? Son todos tan diferentes, tan unicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos mas que amigos, una familia, un grupo de personas que lo unico que quiere es vivir la vida a su modo, pintarla a su color .... Son personas de las cuales eh aprendido tanto. Me gustaria verlas todos los dias, porque pase lo que me pase siempre me sacan una sonrisa. Son de esas personas que sea lo que sea estan siempre ahi. con ustedes conoci otro mundo distinto al mio .... Las historias, los juegos , las tallas, las risas , las lagrimas, ustedes tienen todo eso y mucho mas, son unos amigos incondicionales, por esto y mucho mas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOS QUERO .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-6888987993727509472?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/6888987993727509472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=6888987993727509472' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/6888987993727509472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/6888987993727509472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/11/lo-paso-tan-bien-con-ustedes-me-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry-JdLIBIZI/AAAAAAAAACU/SguGqsCPLtY/s72-c/Imagen+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-3969798104183618466</id><published>2007-11-04T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:04:51.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Es esho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry4JHbIBIVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A67QU4EVvcc/s1600-h/1190332340_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129047048766693714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry4JHbIBIVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A67QU4EVvcc/s320/1190332340_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;diferencias calculables. A veces solo quiero mirar el cielo con alguien al lado pero aun ni siquiera puedo mirar el cielo sola.... son inquetudes que solo al mirar se pueden sentir..... frases ilògicas con un sentido comùn que se balancean como un columpio lleno de manos enredadas, solo siente el cielo como si estuvieras sintiendo tu corazòn... Solo tù decides cuando quieras mirar el cielo con alguien... al igual cuando lo quieras mirar sola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-3969798104183618466?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/3969798104183618466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=3969798104183618466' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3969798104183618466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3969798104183618466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/11/solo-es-esho.html' title='Solo Es esho'/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry4JHbIBIVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/A67QU4EVvcc/s72-c/1190332340_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-3569324763687942612</id><published>2007-11-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:18:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suelen llamarse Principes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry1G9rIBIRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CzDTVYbwx9g/s1600-h/1191818363_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128833576007180562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry1G9rIBIRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CzDTVYbwx9g/s320/1191818363_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Son cosas de las cuales no deberia arrepentirme, son cosas que pasan en el momento sin que nadi se de cuenta, son cosas que aveces quiziera borrar. Pero al fin es algo que te da color, algo que te hace reir en cualquier situacion .&lt;br /&gt;So iluciones de mil colores y mil formas que pudes arreglarlas a tu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cosas tan simples que para mì son imposibles !.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-3569324763687942612?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/3569324763687942612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=3569324763687942612' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3569324763687942612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/3569324763687942612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/11/suelen-llamarse-principes.html' title='Suelen llamarse Principes'/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry1G9rIBIRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CzDTVYbwx9g/s72-c/1191818363_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257775233646403482.post-7715565146131026426</id><published>2007-11-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:50:46.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry0w87IBILI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VwJ-lCYTUTw/s1600-h/okko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128809373866467506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry0w87IBILI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VwJ-lCYTUTw/s320/okko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miles de emociones que aparecen y desparecen.. Me enseñaron a no sentir y hoy solo lo que hago es eso, temo por mi y temo por los demas. Conosco gente y traspaso sentimientos que alomejor no deberia, no se si ellos haran lo mismo. Por mi parte no es que no quiera es que me da miedo que no los sepan valorar. Me a pasado y siento que me puede pasar una y otra vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/257775233646403482-7715565146131026426?l=floressinprimavera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/feeds/7715565146131026426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=257775233646403482&amp;postID=7715565146131026426' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/7715565146131026426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/257775233646403482/posts/default/7715565146131026426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floressinprimavera.blogspot.com/2007/11/miles-de-emociones-que-aparecen-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Floressinprimavera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13582154399714885655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3FVM4QpoXus/Ry0w87IBILI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VwJ-lCYTUTw/s72-c/okko.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
