<?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-8382149667938769679</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:45:30.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prohibido sentir</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>autosuficiente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382149667938769679.post-285860989470429289</id><published>2011-03-21T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:45:24.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahora que ya tengo todo, no me queda nada por desear, ni querer, ni tener.&lt;br /&gt;todas las caricias que necesité, y los besos que no pedí. todo lo tuve-&lt;br /&gt;yo me destruí, la belleza y la sociedad fueron cómplices.&lt;br /&gt;nada fue difícil para mi.&lt;br /&gt;cada mirada lujuriosa era un centímetro de profundidad para mi propia tumba.&lt;br /&gt;¿cómo se puede vivir sin un motivo por el cuál existir?&lt;br /&gt;no quiero una remera, no quiero un viaje, ni un auto; tampoco un millón de dólares.&lt;br /&gt;quiero encontrarte. pero no puedo seguir viviendo sin saber si sos real o sólo estás en mi imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yKGqRJnp4W8/TYgbTeADsRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jG561hJP_b8/s1600/suicidio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yKGqRJnp4W8/TYgbTeADsRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jG561hJP_b8/s320/suicidio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382149667938769679-285860989470429289?l=bitchrepublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/feeds/285860989470429289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahora-que-ya-tengo-todo-no-me-queda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/285860989470429289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/285860989470429289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/ahora-que-ya-tengo-todo-no-me-queda.html' title=''/><author><name>autosuficiente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yKGqRJnp4W8/TYgbTeADsRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jG561hJP_b8/s72-c/suicidio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382149667938769679.post-6328027875070514153</id><published>2011-03-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:33:14.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Gh5D6Hl3jck/TYgYRFHIuzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iQeJKLzcOXo/s1600/20070715191608-maternal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Gh5D6Hl3jck/TYgYRFHIuzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iQeJKLzcOXo/s320/20070715191608-maternal.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quiero volver a tus brazos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;mamá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382149667938769679-6328027875070514153?l=bitchrepublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/feeds/6328027875070514153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/quiero-volver-tus-brazos-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/6328027875070514153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/6328027875070514153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/quiero-volver-tus-brazos-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>autosuficiente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Gh5D6Hl3jck/TYgYRFHIuzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iQeJKLzcOXo/s72-c/20070715191608-maternal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382149667938769679.post-5414741612522806191</id><published>2011-03-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:27:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wNhudbbpHOE/TYgW7qvYZWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Gbf5iig1OUs/s1600/SAM_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wNhudbbpHOE/TYgW7qvYZWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Gbf5iig1OUs/s320/SAM_0865.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;¿de qué sirve publicar frases de amor si no se lo que significa, si jamás lo sentí, si no creo en él?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382149667938769679-5414741612522806191?l=bitchrepublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/feeds/5414741612522806191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-que-sirve-publicar-frases-de-amor-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/5414741612522806191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/5414741612522806191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-que-sirve-publicar-frases-de-amor-si.html' title=''/><author><name>autosuficiente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wNhudbbpHOE/TYgW7qvYZWI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Gbf5iig1OUs/s72-c/SAM_0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382149667938769679.post-2668916366739647391</id><published>2011-03-21T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:39:24.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a las palabras se las lleva el viento...&lt;br /&gt;y cada beso tuyo una parte de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qIPPLb6t1o0/TYgLvFgHo6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/S7MZsqNJbag/s1600/20070524115335ellabs9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qIPPLb6t1o0/TYgLvFgHo6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/S7MZsqNJbag/s320/20070524115335ellabs9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;te entregaría todo mi cuerpo con tal de quedarme siempre junto a vos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382149667938769679-2668916366739647391?l=bitchrepublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/feeds/2668916366739647391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/las-palabras-se-las-lleva-el-viento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/2668916366739647391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/2668916366739647391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/las-palabras-se-las-lleva-el-viento.html' title=''/><author><name>autosuficiente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qIPPLb6t1o0/TYgLvFgHo6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/S7MZsqNJbag/s72-c/20070524115335ellabs9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382149667938769679.post-8763794422272437899</id><published>2011-03-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:54:01.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi primer diario público</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--3xSpR4Z1wo/TYfwatPC7-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OkkBjXyd8ks/s1600/9-de-agosto-dolor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--3xSpR4Z1wo/TYfwatPC7-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OkkBjXyd8ks/s320/9-de-agosto-dolor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ayer me sentí morir por el pasado&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;hoy renací sin ningún motivo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Capaz mañana sea feliz&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382149667938769679-8763794422272437899?l=bitchrepublic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/feeds/8763794422272437899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/mi-primer-diario-publico.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/8763794422272437899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382149667938769679/posts/default/8763794422272437899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchrepublic.blogspot.com/2011/03/mi-primer-diario-publico.html' title='mi primer diario público'/><author><name>autosuficiente</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--3xSpR4Z1wo/TYfwatPC7-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OkkBjXyd8ks/s72-c/9-de-agosto-dolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
