<?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-4812387817691435316</id><updated>2012-02-11T18:19:56.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tintineante y cristalina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-3878058665735712330</id><published>2011-04-01T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:53:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtJVlAP5oBk/TZXmkqlSXyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HYJrfEjDxjI/s1600/el%2Bespiritu%2Bde%2Bla%2Bprimavera_mucha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtJVlAP5oBk/TZXmkqlSXyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HYJrfEjDxjI/s320/el%2Bespiritu%2Bde%2Bla%2Bprimavera_mucha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590628030030700322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primavera viene toda calurosa y exigiendo vacaciones y yo aquí teniendo que terminar mi tesis. Algo tiene la primavera que lo hace a uno sentirse diferente, no se, algo cambia en el aire y en nuestro cuerpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-3878058665735712330?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3878058665735712330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=3878058665735712330' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/3878058665735712330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/3878058665735712330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-primavera.html' title='La Primavera'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtJVlAP5oBk/TZXmkqlSXyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HYJrfEjDxjI/s72-c/el%2Bespiritu%2Bde%2Bla%2Bprimavera_mucha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-849095842906369497</id><published>2010-10-26T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:53:44.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de muertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/TMcVmGhOAgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AvTBuWihLFU/s1600/evelyn-de-morgan-angelo-de-la-muerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/TMcVmGhOAgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AvTBuWihLFU/s320/evelyn-de-morgan-angelo-de-la-muerte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532414411577098754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el ángel de la muerte venga por mí quiero&lt;br /&gt;que me pongan una ofrenda con mis libros preferidos &lt;br /&gt;y una copa de vino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-849095842906369497?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/849095842906369497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=849095842906369497' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/849095842906369497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/849095842906369497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-de-muertos.html' title='Día de muertos'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/TMcVmGhOAgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AvTBuWihLFU/s72-c/evelyn-de-morgan-angelo-de-la-muerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-629220926405333358</id><published>2010-06-24T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:32:15.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locura de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/TCPq4NUFVqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b2k3q6hibKg/s1600/amil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/TCPq4NUFVqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b2k3q6hibKg/s320/amil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486487022434866850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una locura amar, a menos de que se ame con locura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-629220926405333358?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/629220926405333358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=629220926405333358' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/629220926405333358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/629220926405333358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2010/06/locura-de-amor.html' title='Locura de amor'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/TCPq4NUFVqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b2k3q6hibKg/s72-c/amil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-6835848181022510027</id><published>2010-02-14T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:20:46.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los vientos de febrero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/S3jnt5ZcDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/I4LmXKobI7I/s1600-h/Wind_Serenity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/S3jnt5ZcDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/I4LmXKobI7I/s320/Wind_Serenity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438351325737520850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta el viento, siento que limpia todo lo malo, me gusta que sople en mi y me simbre como junco, lo malo es que que el viento muy fuerte puede ser destructivo, lo hemos visto en estos días en que tumbó árboles y espectaculares, aunado con la lluvia hizo muchos estragos, miles de personas en la ciudad se quedaron sin luz, y con el problema de que no hay ahora nadie competente que lo arregle el asunto se ha vuelto caótico. Pero de cualquier manera me sigue gustando el viento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-6835848181022510027?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6835848181022510027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=6835848181022510027' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6835848181022510027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6835848181022510027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2010/02/los-vientos-de-febrero.html' title='Los vientos de febrero'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/S3jnt5ZcDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/I4LmXKobI7I/s72-c/Wind_Serenity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-2957938770477496074</id><published>2009-11-28T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:40:22.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otoño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxHtHftervI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qDTgfC019WY/s1600/oto%C3%B1o"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxHtHftervI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qDTgfC019WY/s320/oto%C3%B1o" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409365340475797234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son los días de otoño tan melancólicos que solo dan ganas de acurrucarse&lt;br /&gt;en casa en un rincón calientito y ver por la ventana como las hojas amarillentas abandonan las ramas y se presipitan al aire que las aleja y las arremolina llevandolas sin rumbo por las calles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-2957938770477496074?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2957938770477496074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=2957938770477496074' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/2957938770477496074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/2957938770477496074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/11/otono.html' title='Otoño'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxHtHftervI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qDTgfC019WY/s72-c/oto%C3%B1o' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-875882424602291992</id><published>2009-09-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:05:57.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que dulce y que amargo es el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SsLLA9x7-iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JBxqDUeH3vU/s1600-h/amor"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SsLLA9x7-iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JBxqDUeH3vU/s320/amor" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387091321732987426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor puede ser lo mas dulce del mundo, casi empalagoso, pero también se puede volver amargo, hay que cuidar ese amor para que siga siempre dulce, tibio y acogedor, que sea un refugio para nuestros problemas y no un problema en nuestra vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-875882424602291992?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/875882424602291992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=875882424602291992' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/875882424602291992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/875882424602291992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-dulce-y-que-amargo-es-el-amor.html' title='Que dulce y que amargo es el amor'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SsLLA9x7-iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JBxqDUeH3vU/s72-c/amor' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-6170954513194418536</id><published>2009-07-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:11:54.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me dejo llevar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sm56gWHqYDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KV0praOrkig/s1600-h/impul"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sm56gWHqYDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KV0praOrkig/s320/impul" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363358902356959282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces en que me dejo llevar y hago cosas sin pensar, casi siempre la termono librando bien, pero en otras ocaciones si me he metido en problemas, trato de no hacerlo, pero cuando menos lo espero, ahí estoy haciendo una pendejada, o diciendo algo inconveniente a alguien a quien no debería decirselo. Me dan ganas de darme de cocos a mi misma cuando esto pasa, pero tengo que vivir con esto, está en mi naturaleza y veo muy difícil poder desterrarlo de mi forma de ser, tendrán que aceptarme con este defecto de ser impulsiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-6170954513194418536?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6170954513194418536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=6170954513194418536' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6170954513194418536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6170954513194418536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-dejo-llevar.html' title='Me dejo llevar'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sm56gWHqYDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KV0praOrkig/s72-c/impul' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-2104821887517174520</id><published>2009-06-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:05:41.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucesiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SiybxRxAYCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9EwkAnU6XRE/s1600-h/crepusculo+en+el+mar-oleo-lienzo.g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SiybxRxAYCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9EwkAnU6XRE/s320/crepusculo+en+el+mar-oleo-lienzo.g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344818128666779682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  dejaría seducir por el crepúsculo en una conjunción de irrealidades.&lt;br /&gt;Pero en la misma oscuridad existe la promesa de la luz, como el día sucediendo a la noche y la primavera al invierno. De estas promesas se aferra mi alma para continuar &lt;br /&gt;sin desfallecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-2104821887517174520?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2104821887517174520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=2104821887517174520' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/2104821887517174520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/2104821887517174520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucesiones.html' title='Sucesiones'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SiybxRxAYCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9EwkAnU6XRE/s72-c/crepusculo+en+el+mar-oleo-lienzo.g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-4311462239037719686</id><published>2009-05-11T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:07:18.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En el rancho</title><content type='html'>Pues les cuento que con toda la historia de la influenza mi mamá se apanicó y nos obligó a todos a empacar y nos fuimos al rancho de mi abuelo en la Huasteca poblana, bonito si, pero aburriiido, no hay internet, casi no hay señal para el celular, no hay teléfono y les presento a las amistades que hice por allí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SgkCTTXbqcI/AAAAAAAAADw/dt3kQdWuqZs/s1600-h/vacas"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SgkCTTXbqcI/AAAAAAAAADw/dt3kQdWuqZs/s320/vacas" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334797764236388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis nuevos amigos que amenizaron con su charla muy animada mi estancia en el rancho.&lt;br /&gt;No tienen idea de lo feliz que me sentí al regresar a esta ciudad llena de tapabocas y virus. ¡Soy animal de ciudad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-4311462239037719686?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4311462239037719686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=4311462239037719686' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4311462239037719686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4311462239037719686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/05/en-el-rancho.html' title='En el rancho'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SgkCTTXbqcI/AAAAAAAAADw/dt3kQdWuqZs/s72-c/vacas' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-533745410070469848</id><published>2009-04-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:03:40.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SeIChkrudRI/AAAAAAAAADo/DA3k-HTCEtc/s1600-h/r20EXfETjtcM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SeIChkrudRI/AAAAAAAAADo/DA3k-HTCEtc/s320/r20EXfETjtcM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323820485311362322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fui con mi mamá y mi mis hermanos al cine (cosa que hago poco) (lo de salir al cine con ellos no lo de ir al cine) y zas que nos encontramos con mi ex, mis familiares lo saludaron muy afectuosos porque les cae muy bien y yo, que ya lo alucino, toda cortante y fría, fue muy molesto el encuentro, y después mi mamá diciendo "es muy buen muchacho, no se como lo dejaste ir". O sea ¿Que no capta mi mamá que fue el quién se largó?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-533745410070469848?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/533745410070469848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=533745410070469848' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/533745410070469848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/533745410070469848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/mi-ex.html' title='Mi ex'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SeIChkrudRI/AAAAAAAAADo/DA3k-HTCEtc/s72-c/r20EXfETjtcM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-1156075324239477034</id><published>2009-04-05T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:24:44.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sdl18ntLc0I/AAAAAAAAADY/jTwgFyNNRsc/s1600-h/Ben+Hur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sdl18ntLc0I/AAAAAAAAADY/jTwgFyNNRsc/s320/Ben+Hur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321414119026029378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me gustan las vacaciones de semana santa porque no se puede ir a ningún lado, hasta ir a un centro comercial es imposible porque están llenísimos de gente, familiones que gritan a los niños, niños que se pelean y corren con chorreantes helados o cosas pegajosas, abuelas, tías, tíos, papás que se sienten los reyes del mundo y vociferan. No, no hay mas que quedarse en casa, pero ni tele puedes ver porque siempre pasan las mismas películas muy viejas y muy malas de lo que los cerebros de chicharo que hacen la programación consideran apropiado para estas fechas.  En las series gringas ponen puro capítulo repetido. Voy a tener que rentar muchas películas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-1156075324239477034?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1156075324239477034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=1156075324239477034' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1156075324239477034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1156075324239477034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacaciones.html' title='Vacaciones'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sdl18ntLc0I/AAAAAAAAADY/jTwgFyNNRsc/s72-c/Ben+Hur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-8150433282207513176</id><published>2009-03-28T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:36:01.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los hice apagar la luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sc8WyqxWvgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cxq8NnTdtyA/s1600-h/a+luz+vela"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sc8WyqxWvgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cxq8NnTdtyA/s320/a+luz+vela" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318494744678415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sc8WjduJdFI/AAAAAAAAADI/8DsGo3BuKE4/s1600-h/velas"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sc8WjduJdFI/AAAAAAAAADI/8DsGo3BuKE4/s320/velas" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318494483477263442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estoy en una reunión familiar porque es cumpleaños de mi abuela, a las ocho y media los hice (con ayuda de mis primitos) apagar la luz, y nos salimos a pedirle a los vecinos que la apagaran, casi todos nos hicieron caso, salvo un par de nuevos ricos hiper nacos que nos vieron con cara de what.&lt;br /&gt;Iluminamos con velas y todos quedaron muy contentos con el efecto,  y cantamos con la guitarra de mi tío José y a las nueve y media hasta se nos olvidó prender la luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-8150433282207513176?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8150433282207513176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=8150433282207513176' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/8150433282207513176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/8150433282207513176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-hice-apagar-la-luz.html' title='Los hice apagar la luz'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/Sc8WyqxWvgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cxq8NnTdtyA/s72-c/a+luz+vela' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-9183802876595819571</id><published>2009-03-18T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:35:40.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encuentros y desencuentros</title><content type='html'>Hoy me encontré con mi mejor amiga de la primaria, fue muy extraño, ella ya está casada y tiene&lt;br /&gt;un niño, me platicó de cosas que yo ni se, del super, del precio de los pañales, del trabajo que da un niño, creo que nuestras vidas fueron en caminos muy diferentes y ahora ya no tenemos nada que ver  ni de que hablar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-9183802876595819571?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/9183802876595819571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=9183802876595819571' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/9183802876595819571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/9183802876595819571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/encuentros-y-desencuentros.html' title='Encuentros y desencuentros'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-1286038182350646435</id><published>2009-03-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:40:08.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy me compré un vestido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SbdOmfXMfcI/AAAAAAAAADA/b3TA_11KswQ/s1600-h/vest"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SbdOmfXMfcI/AAAAAAAAADA/b3TA_11KswQ/s320/vest" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311800708667571650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy cometí una locura y me compré un vestido que me costó una fortuna, bueno eso es relativo, pero me costó mas de lo que me puedo permitir, pero...¡es tan bonito!, lo colgué frente a mi cama y así lo puedo contemplar y contemplar por días y días. Ni se cuando lo voy a usar, pero no me importa, es hermoso y me siento feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-1286038182350646435?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1286038182350646435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=1286038182350646435' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1286038182350646435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1286038182350646435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoy-me-compre-un-vestido.html' title='Hoy me compré un vestido'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SbdOmfXMfcI/AAAAAAAAADA/b3TA_11KswQ/s72-c/vest' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-1058118351129427276</id><published>2009-02-22T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:35:36.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentirte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SaJDiHzfPzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HcwPwnl0P2o/s1600-h/corazonmanos"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SaJDiHzfPzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HcwPwnl0P2o/s320/corazonmanos" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305877564485484338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corazón se me acelera, me tiemblan las piernas, se me seca la boca, siento un vacio en el estómago, se me nubla la vista, la sangre se agolpa en mi cara, todo esto solo porque te vi pasar...si seré idiota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-1058118351129427276?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1058118351129427276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=1058118351129427276' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1058118351129427276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1058118351129427276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/sentirte.html' title='Sentirte'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SaJDiHzfPzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HcwPwnl0P2o/s72-c/corazonmanos' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-5199306719039043024</id><published>2009-02-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:39:03.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SYk4AfBkI0I/AAAAAAAAACo/4_Zc_1dTdoM/s1600-h/espe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SYk4AfBkI0I/AAAAAAAAACo/4_Zc_1dTdoM/s320/espe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298828017557316418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra vida es  una larga espera. La espera por un  mañana, espera por un amor,  por  metas que nos den satisfaccion, el cumplimiento de nuestros proyectos,  espera de sentirnos tan queridos como necesitamos, nunca terminamos de esperar, lo último que esperamos es la muerte y después esperamos por una reencarnación para seguir esperando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-5199306719039043024?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5199306719039043024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=5199306719039043024' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/5199306719039043024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/5199306719039043024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-espera.html' title='La Espera'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SYk4AfBkI0I/AAAAAAAAACo/4_Zc_1dTdoM/s72-c/espe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-4145186785387261248</id><published>2009-01-15T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:31:33.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flotando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SXAoy8OhmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/5NGDGlSy5cI/s1600-h/equilibrio-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SXAoy8OhmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/5NGDGlSy5cI/s320/equilibrio-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291774417785952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejar mi cuerpo y flotar a la deriva, fundirme en los colores del universo, soñar que vuelo, volar soñando,   y después zambullirme en un pozo de realidad como baño de agua fría,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-4145186785387261248?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4145186785387261248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=4145186785387261248' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4145186785387261248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4145186785387261248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2009/01/flotando.html' title='Flotando'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SXAoy8OhmhI/AAAAAAAAACg/5NGDGlSy5cI/s72-c/equilibrio-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-4226191394763531364</id><published>2008-12-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:15:31.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seres racionales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SVBzi73PvxI/AAAAAAAAACY/miIGdT_4XsM/s1600-h/las_bestias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SVBzi73PvxI/AAAAAAAAACY/miIGdT_4XsM/s320/las_bestias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282849406927748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces me pregunto si todos los humanos son seres racionales,&lt;br /&gt;y es que hay muchos que se comportan como si no lo fueran,  y no hablo de los que son mas sentimentales que racionales, no, hablo de esos que no parecen tener ni sentimientos ni raciocinio, los asesinos, los narcos, los militares, los empresarios, los políticos enconpinchados con todos los anteriores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-4226191394763531364?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4226191394763531364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=4226191394763531364' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4226191394763531364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4226191394763531364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/seres-racionales.html' title='seres racionales'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SVBzi73PvxI/AAAAAAAAACY/miIGdT_4XsM/s72-c/las_bestias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-5850875351423478459</id><published>2008-12-15T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:03:32.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SUap-y9L9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5mnpuGh2Mhg/s1600-h/supernova"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SUap-y9L9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5mnpuGh2Mhg/s320/supernova" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280094509433877906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me siento tan feliz que siento que la felicidad me va a hacer explotar como una estrella supernova y que rios de luz van a salir de mis entrañas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-5850875351423478459?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/5850875351423478459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=5850875351423478459' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/5850875351423478459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/5850875351423478459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/felicidad.html' title='Felicidad'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SUap-y9L9ZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5mnpuGh2Mhg/s72-c/supernova' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-2641614336310601975</id><published>2008-11-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:58:38.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/STAjB5N8jlI/AAAAAAAAACI/fY1olnyH9JY/s1600-h/mund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/STAjB5N8jlI/AAAAAAAAACI/fY1olnyH9JY/s320/mund.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273753679097007698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo está tan crispado que siento que me agarra por los pies y me arrastra,  no lo voy a dejar,  opondré resistencia, no caeré con el.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-2641614336310601975?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2641614336310601975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=2641614336310601975' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/2641614336310601975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/2641614336310601975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-mundo.html' title='El mundo'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/STAjB5N8jlI/AAAAAAAAACI/fY1olnyH9JY/s72-c/mund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-3095120706105034233</id><published>2008-11-16T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:30:39.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vida y muerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SSEBeHM8qpI/AAAAAAAAACA/sK8EfZlpAKE/s1600-h/Vida+y+Muerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SSEBeHM8qpI/AAAAAAAAACA/sK8EfZlpAKE/s320/Vida+y+Muerte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494655841249938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vivas con el miedo de morir, muere con la alegría de haber vivido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-3095120706105034233?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/3095120706105034233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=3095120706105034233' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/3095120706105034233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/3095120706105034233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida-y-muerte.html' title='vida y muerte'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SSEBeHM8qpI/AAAAAAAAACA/sK8EfZlpAKE/s72-c/Vida+y+Muerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-7155450540444531477</id><published>2008-11-10T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:09:27.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los exvotos de Salazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxXocTaKIxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/00w0mo2ArnU/s1600-h/ahogadita_con_mama_y_santo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxXocTaKIxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/00w0mo2ArnU/s320/ahogadita_con_mama_y_santo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410486100299490066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxXoVhaMECI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uRSRaC9fymI/s1600-h/beatas_y_loco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxXoVhaMECI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uRSRaC9fymI/s320/beatas_y_loco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410485983798628386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mamá consiguió un par de exvotos de Salazar ¿Saben quién es? Es la mejor&lt;br /&gt;pintora de exvotos que hay, yo los adoro, no son fáciles de conseguir pero mi mamá es una suertuda y los vio en casa de una amiga suya, le preguntó si se los vendía y su amiga se los terminó cambiando por una pulcera de oro que a mi madre no le gustaba tanto como los exvotos. Aquí les pongo las imágenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-7155450540444531477?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7155450540444531477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=7155450540444531477' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/7155450540444531477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/7155450540444531477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-vida.html' title='Los exvotos de Salazar'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SxXocTaKIxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/00w0mo2ArnU/s72-c/ahogadita_con_mama_y_santo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-4348301134181623795</id><published>2008-11-05T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:54:11.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SRIjbe1B54I/AAAAAAAAABw/agYX0G5UJOU/s1600-h/demonio_infierno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SRIjbe1B54I/AAAAAAAAABw/agYX0G5UJOU/s320/demonio_infierno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265309869388457858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bocanada del infierno me supo tu beso, a fuego eterno tu mano en mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;No mas, nunca mas, tu, diablo seductor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-4348301134181623795?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4348301134181623795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=4348301134181623795' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4348301134181623795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4348301134181623795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/infierno.html' title='Infierno'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SRIjbe1B54I/AAAAAAAAABw/agYX0G5UJOU/s72-c/demonio_infierno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-6145030232369797717</id><published>2008-11-01T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:34:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Muerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQ0DQQ39ClI/AAAAAAAAABo/uvUOOZafSXE/s1600-h/muerte"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQ0DQQ39ClI/AAAAAAAAABo/uvUOOZafSXE/s320/muerte" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263867117408422482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el Angel de La Muerte se pasea libremente entre los mortales, hoy nadie la maldice al verla pasar y La Muerte se siente contenta de ser una persona mas. Hoy los vivos están en los cementerios, los muertos andan por las calles y hasta los fantsmas se dejan ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-6145030232369797717?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6145030232369797717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=6145030232369797717' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6145030232369797717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6145030232369797717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-muerte.html' title='La Muerte'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQ0DQQ39ClI/AAAAAAAAABo/uvUOOZafSXE/s72-c/muerte' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-4506574853827112964</id><published>2008-10-29T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:35:44.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya vete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQjzR6bFrEI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPCMx8MKVkE/s1600-h/mue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQjzR6bFrEI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPCMx8MKVkE/s320/mue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262723653648624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué te sigues apareciendo en mi cabeza? ¿Porqué te asomas cuando menos lo espero en un pensamiento en el que no tienes derecho a estar? ya largate, no molestes, deja mi mente en paz, como un pulpo intangible te apoderas de mis visiones y recuerdos y no te quiero ya, ya vete, ya vete y no vuelvas nunca mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-4506574853827112964?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4506574853827112964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=4506574853827112964' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4506574853827112964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/4506574853827112964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-vete.html' title='ya vete'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQjzR6bFrEI/AAAAAAAAABg/TPCMx8MKVkE/s72-c/mue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-1936389265977976968</id><published>2008-10-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:22:22.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQXcn6C8cOI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bv_QgUYATXg/s1600-h/dolor"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQXcn6C8cOI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bv_QgUYATXg/s320/dolor" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261854317806907618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dolor se me abrochó en la cabeza, se agarró con sus uñitas afiladas y&lt;br /&gt;ahí se arrampicó el desgraciado, no se quiere mover, no se suelta y se&lt;br /&gt;pone cómodo en mi frente como si pensara quedarse para siempre..no querido, ya tomé unas aspirinas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-1936389265977976968?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1936389265977976968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=1936389265977976968' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1936389265977976968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1936389265977976968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dolor.html' title='Dolor'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQXcn6C8cOI/AAAAAAAAABY/Bv_QgUYATXg/s72-c/dolor' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-302672110073282317</id><published>2008-10-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:19:57.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar es una imperfección</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQS0xmxPTdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SZO3V3gTV_c/s1600-h/pirdeamor"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQS0xmxPTdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SZO3V3gTV_c/s320/pirdeamor" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261529028989242834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar es una imperfección, amar es una debilidad, Ah! pero como me gusta ser imperfecta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-302672110073282317?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/302672110073282317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=302672110073282317' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/302672110073282317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/302672110073282317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/amar-es-una-imperfeccin.html' title='Amar es una imperfección'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQS0xmxPTdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SZO3V3gTV_c/s72-c/pirdeamor' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-1971374579315777650</id><published>2008-10-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:00:28.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desvanecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQVhZtwqTI/AAAAAAAAABI/31ScGESgEZk/s1600-h/su"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQVhZtwqTI/AAAAAAAAABI/31ScGESgEZk/s320/su" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261353928258267442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te has desdibujado, te has desteñido, ya casi no queda nada de ti, te has desvanecido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-1971374579315777650?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/1971374579315777650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=1971374579315777650' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1971374579315777650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/1971374579315777650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/desvanecido.html' title='desvanecido'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQVhZtwqTI/AAAAAAAAABI/31ScGESgEZk/s72-c/su' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-7624913200306319072</id><published>2008-10-25T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:56:06.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo a cuestas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQUfOeO_zI/AAAAAAAAABA/bmdzkwIXrJo/s1600-h/mundo+a"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQUfOeO_zI/AAAAAAAAABA/bmdzkwIXrJo/s320/mundo+a" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261352791368990514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me siento como si llevara el mundo a cuestas, como si todos me hubieran cargado sus pesares, como si todos me hubieran dejado sus problemas, como si nadie mas que tuviera que jalar este pesado mundo a cuestas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-7624913200306319072?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7624913200306319072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=7624913200306319072' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/7624913200306319072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/7624913200306319072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-mundo-cuestas.html' title='El mundo a cuestas'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQUfOeO_zI/AAAAAAAAABA/bmdzkwIXrJo/s72-c/mundo+a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812387817691435316.post-6063557753715335213</id><published>2008-10-25T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:14:58.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ante el sonoro mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQK2gpfKeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ep4oVY_1DQ4/s1600-h/faro-philip-plisson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQK2gpfKeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ep4oVY_1DQ4/s320/faro-philip-plisson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261342196268739042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQKlGsYQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/eha3EPQC5vY/s1600-h/LA+MAR+EMBRAVECIDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQKlGsYQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/eha3EPQC5vY/s320/LA+MAR+EMBRAVECIDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261341897243771858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQKfma0rgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1csIcXHCsxM/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQKfma0rgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1csIcXHCsxM/s320/mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261341802680856066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mar es como un tambor, pienso que quienes inventaron el tambor trataban de imitar su sonido,  el sonido de los tambores es hipnotizante como el sonido del mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812387817691435316-6063557753715335213?l=tintineantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6063557753715335213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812387817691435316&amp;postID=6063557753715335213' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6063557753715335213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812387817691435316/posts/default/6063557753715335213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintineantes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ante-el-sonoro-mar.html' title='Ante el sonoro mar'/><author><name>tintinea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751096174066584992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQMWj--NEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VtFcxBMXQB4/S220/palida'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pls4lo4eGd0/SQQK2gpfKeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ep4oVY_1DQ4/s72-c/faro-philip-plisson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
