<?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-8354597080454273213</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:44:55.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching my World</title><subtitle type='html'>Donde los ojos y la imaginacion se juntan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354597080454273213.post-6509950029163280648</id><published>2011-12-28T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:10:36.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simplemente eso, una tarde en la que el tiempo pasa y las sonrisas se hacen protagonistas de los momentos en los que los ojos se hacen complices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XgZG4bvwc/TvvKt59of2I/AAAAAAAAADE/kfnNK25FsAY/s1600/DSC09886chica.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XgZG4bvwc/TvvKt59of2I/AAAAAAAAADE/kfnNK25FsAY/s640/DSC09886chica.JPG" width="596" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exe.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354597080454273213-6509950029163280648?l=watchingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6509950029163280648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354597080454273213&amp;postID=6509950029163280648' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/6509950029163280648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/6509950029163280648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/2011_12_28_archive.html#6509950029163280648' title='Una tarde'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8XgZG4bvwc/TvvKt59of2I/AAAAAAAAADE/kfnNK25FsAY/s72-c/DSC09886chica.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354597080454273213.post-8202624393611462069</id><published>2011-12-05T10:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:15:02.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy me puedo dar el lujo de presentarles mi libro de fotografias LO PARALELO, es un libro que contiene&amp;nbsp;fotos sacadas en un muy corto plazo de tiempo y que a su vez muchas de dichas fotos tienen un significado muy importante&amp;nbsp;tanto para mi como para las personas que de alguna forma&amp;nbsp;u otra&amp;nbsp;tienen un protagonismo en&amp;nbsp;ellas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijyw_R5XVCM/TtzDmncr6WI/AAAAAAAAACs/mTZzeErg5y8/s1600/modelo+de+tapa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijyw_R5XVCM/TtzDmncr6WI/AAAAAAAAACs/mTZzeErg5y8/s640/modelo+de+tapa.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Una vez mas la vida me da la sorpresa de poder hacer lo que me gusta y poder compartirlo con quienes creen en mi. Espero les interese y quieran compartirlo con su gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exe.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354597080454273213-8202624393611462069?l=watchingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8202624393611462069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354597080454273213&amp;postID=8202624393611462069' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/8202624393611462069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/8202624393611462069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/2011_12_05_archive.html#8202624393611462069' title='Mi Libro'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijyw_R5XVCM/TtzDmncr6WI/AAAAAAAAACs/mTZzeErg5y8/s72-c/modelo+de+tapa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354597080454273213.post-1542325500267152162</id><published>2011-10-11T23:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:21:09.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando en B/N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esa sensacion que transite el lente de la camara es indescriptible...&amp;nbsp; La libertad, la vida pasa por mis ojos, como pudiendo modificar el destino de las cosas con solo apretar el disparador. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La paz de ver que la imagen es la deseada se suma&amp;nbsp;a las ganas&amp;nbsp;de seguir plasmando la imaginacion en pequeño recortes de la vida que sumados a las acciones del ser humano forman la vida independiente de todos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQGdh0gmhYs/TpT9WgxOu5I/AAAAAAAAABI/jrUD3sHKP0Q/s1600/DSC072612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAVX-0HfytA/TpUO54CZIII/AAAAAAAAABo/fCnn80_HI_0/s1600/DSC072612.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAVX-0HfytA/TpUO54CZIII/AAAAAAAAABo/fCnn80_HI_0/s400/DSC072612.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texturas del regreso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across.-﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8354597080454273213-1542325500267152162?l=watchingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1542325500267152162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354597080454273213&amp;postID=1542325500267152162' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/1542325500267152162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/1542325500267152162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/2011_10_11_archive.html#1542325500267152162' title='Pensando en B/N'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAVX-0HfytA/TpUO54CZIII/AAAAAAAAABo/fCnn80_HI_0/s72-c/DSC072612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354597080454273213.post-2796553931348023471</id><published>2011-09-23T10:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:21:51.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ese mural de recuerdos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una vez mas en mi mente ese lugar que nos enamoro mas, ese lugar que nos hizo sentir que el uno sin el otro no podia seguir adelante. Cuanta falta nos hacia ese respiro de las presiones a las que nos sometia esta ciudad que inevitablemente se nos impregna cada dia mas en nuestro ser. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como anhelo esa sensacion de libertad que nos regalaba el paisaje de nuestro viaje... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GlvhZocaP8/TpUNCGOZi9I/AAAAAAAAABg/UpCyXOmJ-94/s1600/198094_10150465653090438_819100437_17845401_3882881_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GlvhZocaP8/TpUNCGOZi9I/AAAAAAAAABg/UpCyXOmJ-94/s400/198094_10150465653090438_819100437_17845401_3882881_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354597080454273213-2796553931348023471?l=watchingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2796553931348023471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354597080454273213&amp;postID=2796553931348023471' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/2796553931348023471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/2796553931348023471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/2011_09_23_archive.html#2796553931348023471' title='Ese mural de recuerdos...'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GlvhZocaP8/TpUNCGOZi9I/AAAAAAAAABg/UpCyXOmJ-94/s72-c/198094_10150465653090438_819100437_17845401_3882881_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354597080454273213.post-413162134317784953</id><published>2011-09-22T01:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:22:14.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eso que ya no vuelve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A veces pienso en lo rápido que pasa la vida, un día estas jugando con apeas 4 años y cuando te queres acordar tener veintitantos y ya solo te preocupa tu futuro como persona de bien. Es inimaginable pensar que ayer estabas jugando con unos simples Lego y hoy si el celular no suena tenes que apretar alguna tecla para ver si esta encendido. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La vida por momentos te pasa por arriba, y quedas revolcándote en el piso lleno de polvo, pensando en que hiciste mal para estar así... y ahí es cuando te das cuenta que equivocarse no esta mal, pero a veces la lección es demasiado dura. A veces es mejor cerrar los ojos y acordarse de esos días en los que la única preocupación era dormir a oscuras&amp;nbsp;o con alguna luz encendida, esos pocos años de vida que te enseñaron a respetar a tus padres y a mirar por la ventana los días de lluvia en los que los truenos suenan como si la casa se estuviera por venir abajo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esas simples cosas que hoy ya no están son las que nos hacen ser las personas de bien que queremos ser. Esos simples detalles en lo que casi nunca caemos, esas miradas cómplices de un amigo antes de largar una carcajada que nos hace revolcarnos en el piso agarrandonos la panza por que ya no podemos mas de felicidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy es ese día en el que vez que todo paso tan rápido que mañana ya es ayer y en donde ayer ya es pasado en donde ya no hay vuelta atrás. Por eso es que hoy y ahora disfruto cada segundo de vida, en donde nada vuelve pero todo tiene sentido. Este hoy que aunque a veces no es lo que quiero, es lo que tengo... y es lo que con sus defectos y virtudes me hace Feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/span&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-DQcB_5Tbc/TpUIPpWPT9I/AAAAAAAAABY/OPC4FkXBaIA/s1600/DSC03683222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 400px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 484px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-DQcB_5Tbc/TpUIPpWPT9I/AAAAAAAAABY/OPC4FkXBaIA/s640/DSC03683222.JPG" width="595" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354597080454273213-413162134317784953?l=watchingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/413162134317784953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354597080454273213&amp;postID=413162134317784953' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/413162134317784953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/413162134317784953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/2011_09_22_archive.html#413162134317784953' title='Eso que ya no vuelve...'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-DQcB_5Tbc/TpUIPpWPT9I/AAAAAAAAABY/OPC4FkXBaIA/s72-c/DSC03683222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8354597080454273213.post-5408131964546138027</id><published>2011-09-22T00:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:25:20.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DOjuwNYDmc/TpUFRxkpo4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7EnQBpi39ks/s1600/DSC015472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DOjuwNYDmc/TpUFRxkpo4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7EnQBpi39ks/s400/DSC015472.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agua / Jarabe de Palo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Còmo quieres ser mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;si por ti darìa la vida,&lt;br /&gt;si confundo tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;por camelo si me miras.&lt;br /&gt;razòn y piel, difìcil mezcla,&lt;br /&gt;agua y sed, serio problema.&lt;br /&gt;Còmo quieres ser mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;si por ti me perderia,&lt;br /&gt;si confundo tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;por camelo si me mimas.&lt;br /&gt;pasiòn y ley, difìcil mezcla,&lt;br /&gt;agua y sed, serio problema…&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno tiene sed&lt;br /&gt;pero el agua no està cerca,&lt;br /&gt;cuando uno quiere beber&lt;br /&gt;pero el agua no està cerca.&lt;br /&gt;Què hacer, tù lo sabes,&lt;br /&gt;conservar la distancia,&lt;br /&gt;renunciar a lo natural,&lt;br /&gt;y dejar que el agua corra.&lt;br /&gt;Còmo vas ser mi amiga&lt;br /&gt;cuando esta carta recibas,&lt;br /&gt;un mensaje hay entre lìneas,&lt;br /&gt;còmo quieres ser mi amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno tiene sed&lt;br /&gt;pero el agua no està cerca,&lt;br /&gt;cuando uno quiere beber&lt;br /&gt;pero el agua no està cerca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8354597080454273213-5408131964546138027?l=watchingmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5408131964546138027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8354597080454273213&amp;postID=5408131964546138027' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/5408131964546138027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8354597080454273213/posts/default/5408131964546138027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchingmyworld.blogspot.com/2011_09_22_archive.html#5408131964546138027' title='Water Machine'/><author><name>Across</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14458326367534386554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuBoAq5Wtic/TnqW8w1eRoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jmG3xpR1i58/s220/Sancle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DOjuwNYDmc/TpUFRxkpo4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7EnQBpi39ks/s72-c/DSC015472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
