<?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-968379602736269464</id><updated>2011-06-23T21:25:48.512+02:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Minutos'/><category term='Literatura'/><category term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Un minuto del día</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6161098266875849623</id><published>2009-05-21T19:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:53:36.819+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShrZsLWux1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-G2CLwWaPqk/s1600-h/Niebla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShrZsLWux1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-G2CLwWaPqk/s400/Niebla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339819661186746194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La niebla lo cubría todo.&lt;br /&gt;Una suave brisa hacia sonar la oxidada campana de la estación.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el andén descansaban dos maletas llenas de recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;El viejo reloj parecía haberse quedado dormido.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se detuvo. Y por un momento perdí el compás…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentí su mano sobre mi hombro, y como intentaba decirme algo&lt;br /&gt;sin echarse a llorar: ‘Adelante, no mires atrás’.&lt;br /&gt;Su nombre no lo recuerdo. Creo que era Fracaso.&lt;br /&gt;Lo deje atrás al subir al vagón, con el consuelo de, al menos, haberlo intentado.&lt;br /&gt;El destino del viejo tren era ninguna parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo único que me alegró entonces fue volver a escuchar…&lt;br /&gt;como crujían las vías.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2dd9029" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-6161098266875849623?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6161098266875849623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/volver.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6161098266875849623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6161098266875849623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/volver.html' title='Volver'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShrZsLWux1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/-G2CLwWaPqk/s72-c/Niebla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-79554543326630506</id><published>2009-05-20T18:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:16:16.603+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShrQ77oZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8_H8GN0pxb8/s1600-h/Solo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShrQ77oZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8_H8GN0pxb8/s320/Solo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339810036239170578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me emborraché por ti&lt;br /&gt;y todos me contaron&lt;br /&gt;que te vieron triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy capaz de hablar&lt;br /&gt;no cabe en una noche&lt;br /&gt;lo que yo te quise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las malas rachas&lt;br /&gt;siempre son largas&lt;br /&gt;yo no puedo más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me emborraché por ti'&lt;br /&gt;-Rebeca Jimenez-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=31164c0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-79554543326630506?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/79554543326630506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/79554543326630506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/79554543326630506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-ti.html' title='Por ti'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShrQ77oZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8_H8GN0pxb8/s72-c/Solo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-5506977598954414583</id><published>2009-05-19T10:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T04:31:31.877+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>10 razones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(97, 46, 0); padding: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="300" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-41408b9c26846f56" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41408b9c26846f56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199397%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19E4B6F528CDDB4DFFA450AF6DFCF115AD328CF1.44A6552245A8850DC37987A8E6DF2A03B1DBF1D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41408b9c26846f56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4LlwKpn-fA8W9D9V3b8MHRL7mNE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="420" height="300" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41408b9c26846f56%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199397%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19E4B6F528CDDB4DFFA450AF6DFCF115AD328CF1.44A6552245A8850DC37987A8E6DF2A03B1DBF1D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41408b9c26846f56%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4LlwKpn-fA8W9D9V3b8MHRL7mNE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Odio como me hablas y también tu aspecto. No soporto que lleves mi coche ni que me mires así. Aborrezco esas botas que llevas y que leas mi pensamiento. Me repugna tanto lo que siento que hasta me salen las rimas. Odio... odio que me mientas y que tengas razón, odio que alegres mi corazón, pero aún más que me hagas llorar. Odio no tenerte cerca y que no me hayas llamado. Pero sobre todo odio no poder odiarte porque no te odio ni siquiera un poco, nada en absoluto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'10 razones para odiarte'&lt;br /&gt;-Gil Junger-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c426813" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-5506977598954414583?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41408b9c26846f56&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/5506977598954414583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-razones.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/5506977598954414583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/5506977598954414583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-razones.html' title='10 razones'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-9126083542943231703</id><published>2009-05-18T13:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:07:59.982+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Números primos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShSo-ReKnLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X0JycwRIksk/s1600-h/Soledad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShSo-ReKnLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X0JycwRIksk/s200/Soledad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338077246136163506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sí, lo había aprendido. Las decisiones se toman en unos segundos y se pagan el resto de la vida. Así había sido con Michela, así había sido con Alice; así era también ahora. Esta vez los reconocía: eran esos segundos y no volvería a equivocarse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'La soledad de los números primos'&lt;br /&gt;-Paolo Giordano-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6a1dc56" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-9126083542943231703?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/9126083542943231703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/numeros-primos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/9126083542943231703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/9126083542943231703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/numeros-primos.html' title='Números primos'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShSo-ReKnLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X0JycwRIksk/s72-c/Soledad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-7697995528533875103</id><published>2009-05-17T16:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:20:02.026+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Ahora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShSOkah0zvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bc4NEqouQ7I/s1600-h/Espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShSOkah0zvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bc4NEqouQ7I/s200/Espera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338048214588509938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahora tendré que esperar el próximo tren&lt;br /&gt;tendré que fumarme las horas eternas de Abril&lt;br /&gt;No sé si podré recordar lo que siempre soñé&lt;br /&gt;no sé si querré recordar lo que supe de tí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino desnudo del tiempo que marca el reloj&lt;br /&gt;del viento que quema mis manos vacías de tí&lt;br /&gt;sin prisa, buscando mi sitio después de otro adios&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que cuando amanezca me iré para siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me olvidaré de tu sonrisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora la gente me mira y pregunta por tí&lt;br /&gt;recorro las calles, los bares, me pierdo en Madrid&lt;br /&gt;te busco, pero hasta mi sombra de esconde de mi&lt;br /&gt;y pienso que cuando amanezca te irás para siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me olvidaré de tu sonrisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a417757" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-7697995528533875103?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/7697995528533875103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-sonrisa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/7697995528533875103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/7697995528533875103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-sonrisa.html' title='Ahora'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShSOkah0zvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Bc4NEqouQ7I/s72-c/Espera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-1056325613569142825</id><published>2009-05-16T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:35:21.325+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Una canción triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShP4iB51NII/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vepcbXWhY0/s1600-h/Piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShP4iB51NII/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vepcbXWhY0/s400/Piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883246874408066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has tenido el mundo a tus pies.&lt;br /&gt;El aroma de la gloria es buena compañera.&lt;br /&gt;Pero poco duradera, lo que sube baja,&lt;br /&gt;y si permanece intacta pierdes las llaves de la mansión.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien ocupó tu salón, y se acuesta con tu mujer.&lt;br /&gt;Lo peor es que disfruta más que en tu luna de miel.&lt;br /&gt;Se bañan en tu piscina, se comen tu comida&lt;br /&gt;y tiran el piano blanco por el balcón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Una canción triste'&lt;br /&gt;-Enrique Bunbury-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ee8b25a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-1056325613569142825?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/1056325613569142825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-cancion-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/1056325613569142825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/1056325613569142825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-cancion-triste.html' title='Una canción triste'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/ShP4iB51NII/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vepcbXWhY0/s72-c/Piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-7291871863856082061</id><published>2009-05-15T23:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:29:56.697+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Poco tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg4ivK725dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5SAlg3FieEk/s1600-h/LCSL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg4ivK725dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5SAlg3FieEk/s400/LCSL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336240802265228754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El nombre no se ha borrado, tu cara sí; se mezcla con otras caras, deformándose. No sé si todo es parte de la tortura, ya no distingo. No sé si él te dará esta carta. No sé si es amigo o miente.&lt;br /&gt;Hubiera querido abrazarte, pero me muero. Queda poco tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;He visto el tren, los he visto dentro, muchas veces, esperándote; y tú sin saberlo. Otras veces lo sabías, y huías a tiempo, o lo han inventado para que les diga dónde estás.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que evitar que subas a ese tren, porque te va a llevar a la muerte. Otras veces estás ya muerto, como yo. Otras me hablas y sonríes, y dices cosas que nunca habías dicho, y que me quieres. Yo hubiera querido quererte, pero no pude.&lt;br /&gt;A veces sueño que seguimos allí, y que el tiempo es nuestro, y que tu boca recorre mi cuerpo desnudo. Y entonces, mis hijos nos ven abrazados, desnudos, pero ya no son mis hijos, son los hijos de ella, no los conozco, no conozco a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;¿Recuerdas? La libertad viaja contigo en ese tren. Si te encuentran te matarán, y la ciudad seguirá creciendo sin salidas para nadie. Sólo tú puedes enseñarles a mis hijos a andar ese camino. Hazlo, y así sabré que me has perdonado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;'En la ciudad sin límites'&lt;br /&gt;-Antonio Hernández-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ca004dd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-7291871863856082061?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/7291871863856082061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/poco-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/7291871863856082061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/7291871863856082061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/poco-tiempo.html' title='Poco tiempo'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg4ivK725dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5SAlg3FieEk/s72-c/LCSL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-264801795612555195</id><published>2009-05-14T21:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:12:05.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingos de verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg32b-z4QRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7uhw8ZOvhJE/s1600-h/Faro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg32b-z4QRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7uhw8ZOvhJE/s400/Faro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336192094081401106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se nos paraba el tiempo, se nos iba de las manos&lt;br /&gt;en cada beso, en cada abrazo, en tus ojos trasnochados&lt;br /&gt;en la almohada de tu pecho, en el humo de un cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá es que necesite de lo dulce de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;de mis dedos en tu pelo y la luz de nuestro faro&lt;br /&gt;del asiento de tu coche, de domingos de verano&lt;br /&gt;desempaña los cristales y vayamos a otro lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No te vayas todavía, aún nos quedan besos para rato&lt;br /&gt;que la noche está muy fría y se me secan los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d9dcaf6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-264801795612555195?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/264801795612555195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/domingos-de-verano.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/264801795612555195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/264801795612555195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/domingos-de-verano.html' title='Domingos de verano'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg32b-z4QRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7uhw8ZOvhJE/s72-c/Faro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-3192400597155574121</id><published>2009-05-13T17:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:47:45.570+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg3tV0-P05I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OB0O-vl1BsE/s1600-h/Tokio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg3tV0-P05I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OB0O-vl1BsE/s200/Tokio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336182092756669330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Las cartas no son más que un trozo de papel. Aunque se quemen, en el corazón siempre queda lo que tiene que quedar; por más que las guardes, lo que no debe quedar desaparece."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Tokio Blues'&lt;br /&gt;-Haruki Murakami-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=41be074" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-3192400597155574121?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/3192400597155574121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cartas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/3192400597155574121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/3192400597155574121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cartas.html' title='Cartas'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sg3tV0-P05I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OB0O-vl1BsE/s72-c/Tokio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-2248060410501629525</id><published>2009-05-12T17:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:48:54.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Era un chaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgmnyb_3WNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Z7JK8lOej88/s1600-h/Antonio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgmnyb_3WNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Z7JK8lOej88/s400/Antonio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334979718547986642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y soñaba de mayor ser un chaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supo dibujar la anatomía de una ola y plasmar la belleza de una décima de segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no supo vencer al tiempo ni a los fantasmas.&lt;br /&gt;Ni al vacío de las musas cuando se van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decían de él que era triste y solitario.&lt;br /&gt;Que le gustaban la noche y las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Que se dejaba llevar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se nos fue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era un chaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y soñaba de mayor ser un chaval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cdb0d7c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-2248060410501629525?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/2248060410501629525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-un-chaval.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/2248060410501629525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/2248060410501629525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-un-chaval.html' title='Era un chaval'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgmnyb_3WNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Z7JK8lOej88/s72-c/Antonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-2042308593658538491</id><published>2009-05-11T15:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:06:28.978+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tu voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgjKvF_qtwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcrAjEmuFms/s1600-h/Telefono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgjKvF_qtwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcrAjEmuFms/s400/Telefono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334736669032232706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llevo tu voz dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;suena en el aire, ayer la oí&lt;br /&gt;El cielo está lleno de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ahora amanece y puedo verte sonreír&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Llevo tu voz'&lt;br /&gt;-La sonrisa de Julia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=019e84e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-2042308593658538491?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/2042308593658538491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/llevo-tu-voz-dentro-de-mi-suena-en-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/2042308593658538491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/2042308593658538491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/llevo-tu-voz-dentro-de-mi-suena-en-el.html' title='Tu voz'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgjKvF_qtwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OcrAjEmuFms/s72-c/Telefono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-5253706249534211932</id><published>2009-05-10T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:29:05.951+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Causa perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgeAZvAc6II/AAAAAAAAAEg/AUKxumf8QiM/s1600-h/lluvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgeAZvAc6II/AAAAAAAAAEg/AUKxumf8QiM/s400/lluvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334373463247087746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noche de domingo&lt;br /&gt;he de hablar contigo para poder dormir&lt;br /&gt;Me asomo al precipicio&lt;br /&gt;y las horas pasan sólo para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llueve en el camino&lt;br /&gt;la noche nos ciega la necesidad&lt;br /&gt;y ya estoy perdido&lt;br /&gt;he de hablar contigo para despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0ae4c26" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-5253706249534211932?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/5253706249534211932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/causa-perdida.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/5253706249534211932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/5253706249534211932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/causa-perdida.html' title='Causa perdida'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgeAZvAc6II/AAAAAAAAAEg/AUKxumf8QiM/s72-c/lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-3779482244065385352</id><published>2009-05-09T22:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:23:20.822+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Miércoles por la tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgd9BRrKmtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RwbAUrG4wZU/s1600-h/Alfie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgd9BRrKmtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RwbAUrG4wZU/s200/Alfie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369744521435858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Los problemas que te matan de preocupación nunca se materializan. Los que te toman por sorpresa un miércoles por la tarde te dejan pasmado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Alfie'&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Shyer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fbadc46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-3779482244065385352?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/3779482244065385352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-problemas-que-te-matan-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/3779482244065385352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/3779482244065385352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-problemas-que-te-matan-de.html' title='Miércoles por la tarde'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgd9BRrKmtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RwbAUrG4wZU/s72-c/Alfie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6644675786712342074</id><published>2009-05-08T16:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:29:45.042+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgc3URDpu0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fMQqOwqDHyE/s1600-h/Alquimista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgc3URDpu0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fMQqOwqDHyE/s200/Alquimista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334293104959273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Es justamente la posibilidad de realizar un sueño lo que hace que la vida sea interesante"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;'El alquimista'&lt;br /&gt;-Paulo Coelho-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8b4d950" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-6644675786712342074?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6644675786712342074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/suenos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6644675786712342074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6644675786712342074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/suenos.html' title='Sueños'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sgc3URDpu0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/fMQqOwqDHyE/s72-c/Alquimista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-4501497663993933120</id><published>2009-05-07T03:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:32:27.421+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Será que te quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgI3n0SVDLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/J3Rsf7MzYJE/s1600-h/Tarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgI3n0SVDLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/J3Rsf7MzYJE/s400/Tarde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332886065950035122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Extiendo mi mano y encuentro la tuya&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos te buscan y encuentran tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón camina siguiendo tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;contigo la vida parece más fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detengo mi rumbo y enciendo un cigarro&lt;br /&gt;tus dedos me brindan caricias de humo&lt;br /&gt;Se calla la noche y nos grita el silencio&lt;br /&gt;afuera hace frío, me abrazas y tiemblo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras nos sobran, se tornan superfluas&lt;br /&gt;sonríes entonces, me entregas el alma&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se detiene en el instante de un beso&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez llego tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0da5604" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-4501497663993933120?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/4501497663993933120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/sera-que-te-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/4501497663993933120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/4501497663993933120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/sera-que-te-quiero.html' title='Será que te quiero'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgI3n0SVDLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/J3Rsf7MzYJE/s72-c/Tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-5736800007923475069</id><published>2009-05-06T22:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:13:35.842+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tendré que dormir de pié</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgI09kRYjGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bbogpgRLTOg/s1600-h/Cerebro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgI09kRYjGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bbogpgRLTOg/s200/Cerebro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332883141073341538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya me he gastado el cerebro&lt;br /&gt;de lo que queda de mes&lt;br /&gt;tendré que comer acero&lt;br /&gt;tendré que dormir de pié&lt;br /&gt;Veo tantos aeropuertos&lt;br /&gt;como ganas de volver&lt;br /&gt;Imaginaria guerra de la sed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Comer acero'&lt;br /&gt;-Carlos Chaouen-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=03a902e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-5736800007923475069?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/5736800007923475069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tendre-que-dormir-de-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/5736800007923475069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/5736800007923475069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/tendre-que-dormir-de-pie.html' title='Tendré que dormir de pié'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SgI09kRYjGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bbogpgRLTOg/s72-c/Cerebro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6194763382445559852</id><published>2009-05-05T03:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:27:01.707+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>10 segundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; padding:4px; border:1px solid #612e00"&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="300" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8b6f95c2286c00d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b6f95c2286c00d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199397%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D851E172FFF885856C87CEB5368539746333D1804.158DC2F049772D831296DE423DF2A005D8BF5D46%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b6f95c2286c00d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0l1bGMMHDAUP5REDcIGyzfruJFE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="420" height="300" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8b6f95c2286c00d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199397%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D851E172FFF885856C87CEB5368539746333D1804.158DC2F049772D831296DE423DF2A005D8BF5D46%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8b6f95c2286c00d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0l1bGMMHDAUP5REDcIGyzfruJFE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voy cada día a tu casa a recogerte, salimos, tomamos unas copas y lo pasamos de miedo. La mejor parte del día dura unos 10 segundos desde que tomo la curva hasta que llego a tu puerta. Porque pienso que a lo mejor llego y abro la puerta y te habrás ido. Sin un Adiós, ni  un ya nos veremos. Nada. Te habrás pirado. No sé muchas cosas, pero eso sí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;'El indomable Will Hunting'&lt;br /&gt;-Gus Van Sant-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0d628b1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-6194763382445559852?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8b6f95c2286c00d6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6194763382445559852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-segundos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6194763382445559852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6194763382445559852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-segundos.html' title='10 segundos'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-387893395972037512</id><published>2009-05-04T20:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:44:16.186+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>La noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf99i2JHoxI/AAAAAAAAADY/rtF9o9BJVNw/s1600-h/Principito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf99i2JHoxI/AAAAAAAAADY/rtF9o9BJVNw/s200/Principito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332118521432744722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Por las noches mirarás las estrellas. No te puedo mostrar dónde se encuentra la mía, porque mi casa es muy pequeña. Será mejor así. Mi estrella será para ti una de las estrellas. Entonces te agradará mirar todas las estrellas..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Si alguien ama a una flor de la que sólo existe más que un ejemplar entre los millones y millones de estrellas, es bastante para que sea feliz cuando mira a las estrellas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'El Principito'&lt;br /&gt;-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3b9f07e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-387893395972037512?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/387893395972037512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-las-noches-miraras-las-estrellas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/387893395972037512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/387893395972037512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-las-noches-miraras-las-estrellas.html' title='La noche'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf99i2JHoxI/AAAAAAAAADY/rtF9o9BJVNw/s72-c/Principito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6025545556728827395</id><published>2009-05-03T23:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:32:11.153+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Cuando te echo de menos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf9mGmXLHLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P5FzlXhs-dY/s1600-h/Coru%C3%B1aNoche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf9mGmXLHLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P5FzlXhs-dY/s400/Coru%C3%B1aNoche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332092747392949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hace un par de horas que se ha hecho de noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y los títulos de credito de una película se pierden por la parte superior de mi televisor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hace un par de días que no se de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y mi cama está tan fría y vacía como la ciudad y todos los teléfonos desconectados-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hace un par de años que no creo en nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y los horarios, las palabras y las casualidades, todo parece ser de mentira-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hace un par de vidas que no soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y eso me hace sentir vivo...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=98bedf6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-6025545556728827395?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6025545556728827395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-te-echo-de-menos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6025545556728827395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6025545556728827395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-te-echo-de-menos.html' title='Cuando te echo de menos'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf9mGmXLHLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/P5FzlXhs-dY/s72-c/Coru%C3%B1aNoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-2633874852284201100</id><published>2009-05-02T22:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:29:40.661+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>¿Cuanto pesan 21 gramos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf5TDbC1X8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ap9p76j5pjA/s1600-h/Atardecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf5TDbC1X8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ap9p76j5pjA/s200/Atardecer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331790327117602754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¿Cuantas vidas vivimos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuantas veces morimos?&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que todos perdemos 21 gramos en el momento de morir.&lt;br /&gt;Todos.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuanto cabe en 21 gramos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuanto se pierde?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuanto se va con ellos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuanto se gana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'21 gramos'&lt;br /&gt;-Alejandro González Iñárritu-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=08d6b53" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-2633874852284201100?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/2633874852284201100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuanto-pesan-21-gramos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/2633874852284201100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/2633874852284201100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuanto-pesan-21-gramos.html' title='¿Cuanto pesan 21 gramos?'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sf5TDbC1X8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ap9p76j5pjA/s72-c/Atardecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-8237311329590376620</id><published>2009-05-01T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:51:50.857+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Salud, querida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SftuFo4Pw5I/AAAAAAAAACo/ViflKmzE_HU/s1600-h/Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SftuFo4Pw5I/AAAAAAAAACo/ViflKmzE_HU/s400/Bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330975627074847634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;A whisper in your ear?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of your cake?&lt;br /&gt;What am I, darlin'?&lt;br /&gt;A boy you can fear?&lt;br /&gt;Or your biggest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers Darlin'&lt;br /&gt;-Damien Rice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0764d04" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-8237311329590376620?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/8237311329590376620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/salud-querida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/8237311329590376620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/8237311329590376620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/05/salud-querida.html' title='Salud, querida...'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SftuFo4Pw5I/AAAAAAAAACo/ViflKmzE_HU/s72-c/Bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6448249146338819046</id><published>2009-04-30T22:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:00:22.668+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Mis ganas de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfoMUd9WGKI/AAAAAAAAACY/JFFIgE5Dcek/s1600-h/Silla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfoMUd9WGKI/AAAAAAAAACY/JFFIgE5Dcek/s400/Silla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330586654725249186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Que hago con tu recuerdo? ¿que hago con el pasado?&lt;br /&gt;¿de que sirve eso ahora si tu no estás a mi lado?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que hago con la ilusión y con las ganas de vivir?&lt;br /&gt;¿que hago con unos labios que ya no saben mentir?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que hago con mis promesas? ¿que hago con los amigos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que hago ahora, mi vida? ¿que hago ahora contigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que hago yo con el viento que susurra tu nombre?&lt;br /&gt;¿que hago yo con la luna? ¿que hago si el mar se esconde?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que hago yo con tus besos y con aquel mes de Abril?&lt;br /&gt;¿que hago yo ahora, niña, con mis ganas de ti?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que me queda en la vida? ¿donde puse lo amado?&lt;br /&gt;¿que hago si no te tengo? ¿que hago? dime, ¿que hago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=c6c9be7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-6448249146338819046?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6448249146338819046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/mis-ganas-de-ti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6448249146338819046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6448249146338819046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/mis-ganas-de-ti.html' title='Mis ganas de ti'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfoMUd9WGKI/AAAAAAAAACY/JFFIgE5Dcek/s72-c/Silla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-391511617547748328</id><published>2009-04-29T22:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:06:22.564+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>De vino y espejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sfi4OAg5KGI/AAAAAAAAACI/kPlip45OZuE/s1600-h/ElEnigma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sfi4OAg5KGI/AAAAAAAAACI/kPlip45OZuE/s200/ElEnigma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330212709788624994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Vemos todo por un espejo y oscuramente. Algunas veces podemos mirar a través del espejo y vislumbrar algo de lo que hay al otro lado. Si puliéramos el espejo, veríamos mucho más. Pero entonces dejaríamos de vernos a nosotros mismos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'El enigma y el espejo'&lt;br /&gt;-Jostein Gaarder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=098909f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-391511617547748328?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/391511617547748328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/vemos-todo-por-un-espejo-y-oscuramente.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/391511617547748328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/391511617547748328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/vemos-todo-por-un-espejo-y-oscuramente.html' title='De vino y espejos'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sfi4OAg5KGI/AAAAAAAAACI/kPlip45OZuE/s72-c/ElEnigma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6275166356770582452</id><published>2009-04-28T19:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:33:29.085+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minutos'/><title type='text'>Finge que me quieres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sfc-DiY_k4I/AAAAAAAAABo/DlI3qP9LdAs/s1600-h/Soledad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sfc-DiY_k4I/AAAAAAAAABo/DlI3qP9LdAs/s200/Soledad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329796914508436354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Brinda conmigo. Cierra los ojos y bésame. Finge que me quieres. Hazme feliz esta noche y deja que mañana despierte con resaca y soledad..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el mismo sitio en que un día yo te convencí de que, a veces, mentir no es tan malo, espero el momento oportuno para atrapar el tiempo que se escapó la noche que fuiste mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d420cd8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/968379602736269464-6275166356770582452?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6275166356770582452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/brinda-conmigo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6275166356770582452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6275166356770582452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/brinda-conmigo.html' title='Finge que me quieres'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/Sfc-DiY_k4I/AAAAAAAAABo/DlI3qP9LdAs/s72-c/Soledad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968379602736269464.post-6896600152641911588</id><published>2009-04-27T00:00:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:05:19.555+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Yo no buscaba a nadie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfdAVQv6AfI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTvAX_ZF0NI/s1600-h/Lavadora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfdAVQv6AfI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTvAX_ZF0NI/s400/Lavadora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329799418033603058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;De pequeño mi padre me advirtió que no mirara la lavadora. Con el paso de los años me di cuenta de que tenía razón. No se puede mirar la lavadora de pequeño y pensar que eso no te va a traer problemas el día de mañana. Creces pensando en aquellos momentos apacibles, temiendo todo lo que vive fuera de aquellas imágenes. Maduras, y te das cuenta de que nunca te has atrevido a conseguir lo que querías. Que todos los momentos que valían la pena han pasado ya. Que has malgastado tu tiempo soñando con casualidades que ya nunca sucederán, porque nunca has intentado buscarlas. Que aquellas oportunidades no volverán nunca ¿Alguna vez os habéis sentido tan felices, tan tan felices, que ya no vale la pena vivir más?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;' Tu vida en 65 minutos'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-María Ripoll-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=604b9f1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/968379602736269464-6896600152641911588?l=unminutodeldia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/feeds/6896600152641911588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-no-buscaba-nadie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6896600152641911588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/968379602736269464/posts/default/6896600152641911588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unminutodeldia.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-no-buscaba-nadie.html' title='Yo no buscaba a nadie...'/><author><name>Carlos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10245497343052808635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfStvBbuv6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ic27vzFe9dQ/S220/Carlos1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NpAbwSGPY94/SfdAVQv6AfI/AAAAAAAAABw/yTvAX_ZF0NI/s72-c/Lavadora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
