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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lor_serg</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-168170467572231373</id><published>2009-01-29T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:53:01.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomado de un libro muy especial</title><content type='html'>"Dos no pueden pelear si uno no quiere"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-168170467572231373?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-6693889935598112094</id><published>2009-01-29T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:44:50.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un mail que me llegó</title><content type='html'>La vida es corta.&lt;br /&gt;Rompe las reglas.&lt;br /&gt;Perdona rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Besa lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ama verdaderamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ríe incontrolablemente.&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca te arrepientas de nada que te haya hecho sonreír.&lt;br /&gt;La vida puede no ser la fiesta que esperamos, pero mientras estemos aquí...deberíamos bailar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-6693889935598112094?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7920472786298714621</id><published>2009-01-12T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:08:32.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cuándo te ganó el orgullo y elegiste el llanto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frase de R. Arjona, canción CUÁNDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me parece una buena pregunta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7920472786298714621?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7920472786298714621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7920472786298714621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7920472786298714621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7920472786298714621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2009/01/cundo-te-gan-el-orgullo-y-elegiste-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-8819856814593400984</id><published>2008-12-24T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:57:03.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comercial de Navidad (idea original no mia, de un comercial)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felipe contaba hasta veinte para que su hermano pudiera esconderse en algun lugar de la planta alta de la casa de dos pisos. Su hermano salió de la pieza, miró hacia el final del pasillo y en ese momento su mente se iluminó -Y si me escondo en el armario de mis papás- pensó. Corriendo, pues le quedaban solo 10 segundos para que su hermano terminara de contar, llegó al final del pasillo y entró a la pieza de sus padres. Luego Felipe avisa que ha terminado de contar y que saldrá a buscar. Cuando entra a la pieza de sus padres buscando a su hermano se lo topa en la puerta del armario muy sorprendido. Al pasar unos minutos se da cuenta que  en un rincón oscuro del closet hay tres regalos ocultos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuando su padre llega del trabajo se encuentra a sus hijos sentados en el sofá que hay en la entrada y los tres regalos intactos sobre la mesa de centro frente al sofá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El padre le pregunta a sus hijos qué ha pasado y ellos le dicen que Santa se ha equivocado y les ha entregado los regalos antes de navidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El padre aprovechando el punto de vista de los niños les dice que lo solucionará, y acto seguido saca su celular y marca siete números al azar. Luego se lo pone en su oreja, espera unos segundos y hace como que habla con alguien. Para la sorpresa del padre, le contesta una voz ronca y paciente, que le pregunta: ¿Cuál es el problema?. El padre sorprendido le cuenta lo sucedido a aquella voz extraña, y la voz a cambio le dice que no hay ningún problema, que en 5 minutos alguien pasará por su casa para arreglar el mal entendido. Finalmente cuelga y a los dos minutos, cuando aún estaban los tres en la sala, alguien toca el timbre.  El padre abre la puerta y se encuentra una persona con barba, vestida de rojo, de edad y pelo blanco. Es Santa!!!- exclaman los niños. Santa les pregunta dónde están lo regalos, los niños se los pasan y Santa les pide disculpas por el mal entendido... Despues de entregarle los regalos a Santa, los niños suben a sus piezas sin poder creer lo que les acaba de suceder, dejando al padre solo con él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El padre le da las gracias a Santa, a lo que Santa contesta: "No, gracias a usted por creer. Buen día y feliz noche buena".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-8819856814593400984?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/8819856814593400984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=8819856814593400984' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8819856814593400984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8819856814593400984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/12/comercial-de-navidad-idea-original-no.html' title='Comercial de Navidad (idea original no mia, de un comercial)'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-5027247931433647031</id><published>2008-12-04T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:36:58.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM (Canción de Bon Jovi)</title><content type='html'>How you spend your minutes are what matters&lt;br /&gt;All tomorrows come from yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling broken, bruised and sometimes shattered&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candles on the cake like everything's a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;It seems you always wait for life to happen&lt;br /&gt;And your last buck can't buy a lucky break&lt;br /&gt;If all we've got is us then life's worth living&lt;br /&gt;And if you're in, you know I'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready and I'm willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to understand&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to be that someone&lt;br /&gt;When you think that no one is there to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just who we are, there's no pretending&lt;br /&gt;It takes a while to learn to live in your own skin&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer that we might find our happy ending&lt;br /&gt;And if you're in you know I'm in&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready and I'm willing&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no halo henging over my head&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna judge you, I'm just here to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;When you think that no one needs you, sees you or believes you&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to understand&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there to be that someone&lt;br /&gt;When you think that no one is there to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-5027247931433647031?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/5027247931433647031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=5027247931433647031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5027247931433647031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5027247931433647031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am.html' title='I AM (Canción de Bon Jovi)'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-1909233750359243563</id><published>2008-10-13T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:14:41.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En ningún lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;para el que desee leer esto y comprenderlo la expresión &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NINGÚN&lt;/span&gt; LUGAR representa un lugar, por más contradictorio que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paresca&lt;/span&gt;...no sé qué lugar..solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo sentado aquí....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deseando aparecer en ningún lugar, unas vacaciones repentinas y veloces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deseando no haber existido en este mundo...no lo sé..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en otro mundo..otro por cuanto otro lugar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;querer tanto para abandonar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luego de mucho pensar...desaparecer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vacaciones en ningún lugar.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finalmente tomar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-1909233750359243563?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/1909233750359243563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=1909233750359243563' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1909233750359243563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1909233750359243563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/10/en-ningun-lugar.html' title='En ningún lugar'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7479440336201992578</id><published>2008-09-24T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:37:00.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el futuro</title><content type='html'>incierto.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alomejor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;seguro.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alopeor&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;quien sabe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con personas... solitario....&lt;br /&gt;para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reencontrarse&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;después&lt;/span&gt; darse cuenta nunca haberse perdido..........&lt;br /&gt;incoherente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alomejor&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt; sorpresas i nada más.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre los hechos construido.....&lt;br /&gt;para ser destruidos....sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;a veces parece ser lo mejor.....&lt;br /&gt;mente en blanco y tranquilo........&lt;br /&gt;ya lo creo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olvidar..destruir....recontruir con el recuerdo...&lt;br /&gt;o nunca haber destruido...lo mejor depende el caso....&lt;br /&gt;vivir o sobrevivir el día a día...&lt;br /&gt;rodar..ya sea cuesta abajo o arriba....&lt;br /&gt;simplemente rodar..pero solo por uno dejarse llevar....&lt;br /&gt;como una hoja en el viento finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;cayendo al piso.....como ver una película sabiendo el final...&lt;br /&gt;aunque como llegar a él desconocido sea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saber lo que hubiera pasado....no permitido&lt;br /&gt;saber nos es..raro, sin ganas, hoy todo normal es....&lt;br /&gt;qué más se puede esperar.....&lt;br /&gt;solo refugiarnos en el mundo ideal....da lo mismo donde este&lt;br /&gt;se encuentre....solo de vez en cuando ir..o en una hoja...&lt;br /&gt;un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lápiz&lt;/span&gt;...y pensamientos dejar en él....&lt;br /&gt;o en la mente archivar...&lt;br /&gt;en el recuerdo dejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delirios escritos en estas líneas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alopeor&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;falta de tiempo...exceso cosas........&lt;br /&gt;todo por ver o a definir.....&lt;br /&gt;estos escritos..un ritmo muy acelerado....&lt;br /&gt;inciertas las cosas...sorpresas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;confusas&lt;/span&gt;....limpieza hacer que hay..&lt;br /&gt;ideas e pensamientos de...&lt;br /&gt;y solo queda seguir y no renunciar...&lt;br /&gt;hay que vivir para ver lo que va a pasar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7479440336201992578?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7479440336201992578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7479440336201992578' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7479440336201992578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7479440336201992578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-futuro.html' title='el futuro'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-6958849348080580021</id><published>2008-03-05T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:06:29.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerda...</title><content type='html'>"La persona que merezca que derrames una lágrima por ella, no te hará llorar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dalai Lama&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/1150201748748902280-6958849348080580021?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/6958849348080580021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=6958849348080580021' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/6958849348080580021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/6958849348080580021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/03/recuerda.html' title='Recuerda...'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-4380835139253139228</id><published>2008-02-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:11:40.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Es lo que uno hace con el don de la vida, lo que nos dice quienes somos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-4380835139253139228?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/4380835139253139228/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7187633502305432437</id><published>2008-01-23T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:37:23.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actitudes incomprendidas...&lt;br /&gt;..muchas sin preguntar...&lt;br /&gt;....algunas molestan...&lt;br /&gt;......pero siguen sin hablar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7187633502305432437?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7187633502305432437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7187633502305432437' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7187633502305432437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7187633502305432437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/actitudes-incomprendidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-5006091639069704730</id><published>2008-01-23T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:14:26.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"El tiempo pasa...Lo vivimos pero no lo vemos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-5006091639069704730?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/5006091639069704730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=5006091639069704730' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5006091639069704730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5006091639069704730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/el-tiempo-pasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2391663110594401471</id><published>2008-01-18T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:44:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Un verdadero guerreo elige sus batallas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-2391663110594401471?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2391663110594401471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2391663110594401471' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2391663110594401471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2391663110594401471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/un-verdadero-guerreo-elige-sus-batallas.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2388885338624279493</id><published>2008-01-18T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:33:06.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cánsate todo lo que quieras, es normal...pero nunca te rindas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-2388885338624279493?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2388885338624279493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2388885338624279493' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Young girls dying to be on TV&lt;br /&gt;They won't stop 'til&lt;br /&gt;They've reached their dreams &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Diet pills, surgery&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped pictures in magazines&lt;br /&gt;Telling them how they should be&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess things are not how they used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no more normal families&lt;br /&gt;Parents act like enemies&lt;br /&gt;Making kids feel like it's World War III &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;No ones there&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're all just too damn busy&lt;br /&gt;Money's our first priority&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is everybody going crazy? (2vz) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look I see&lt;br /&gt;Rich guys driving big SUVs&lt;br /&gt;While kids are starving in the streets&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to share&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's unfair &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong (2vz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-1024352632641195207?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/1024352632641195207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=1024352632641195207' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1024352632641195207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1024352632641195207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazysimple-plan.html' title='Crazy...Simple Plan...'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-1977591514077253094</id><published>2008-01-08T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:27:53.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"El dinero es lo que mueve a este mundo...lo hace tambien en el tuyo?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-1977591514077253094?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/1977591514077253094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=1977591514077253094' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1977591514077253094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1977591514077253094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/el-dinero-es-lo-que-mueve-este-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-1351518085187897564</id><published>2008-01-05T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:31:16.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Temerle a un nombre solo agranda el temor al hombre"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-1351518085187897564?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/1351518085187897564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=1351518085187897564' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1351518085187897564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/1351518085187897564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/temerle-un-nombre-solo-agranda-el-temor.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2073630612679795451</id><published>2008-01-04T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:00:34.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Somos lo que somos por nuestras decisiones, no por nuestras cualidades"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-2073630612679795451?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2073630612679795451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2073630612679795451' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2073630612679795451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2073630612679795451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/somos-lo-que-somos-por-nuestras.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-3789077506375720408</id><published>2008-01-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:48:50.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una realidad Quebrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Qué hay tras una sonrisa rota?...o &lt;em&gt;a broken smile&lt;/em&gt; como he escuchado decir....&lt;br /&gt;nada más??..&lt;br /&gt;un millón de esperanzas&lt;br /&gt;vacías enteras......&lt;br /&gt;muchos problemas tras un cristal......&lt;br /&gt;que no parece tener final..&lt;br /&gt;sumido en la oscuridad.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Una sonrisa rota....goteando felicidad......&lt;br /&gt;hundida en un mar de locura ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y expuesta a la frialdad...&lt;br /&gt;con la que es jusgada e incomprendida..........&lt;br /&gt;hasta quedar vacía...&lt;br /&gt;al fin y al cabo guardada........&lt;br /&gt;sin más ni menos.................archivada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............Una sonrisa rota???.......&lt;br /&gt;quebrada??...destrozada??...desilucionada??.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;emociones fuertes...&lt;br /&gt;pensamientos raros..alocados....&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente colocados.....&lt;br /&gt;ahí..tras esa sonrisa........entre el yo y el nosotros...&lt;br /&gt;por un sueño, dicho o hecho........&lt;br /&gt;olvidado....repetido...enterrado..y vuelto a recordar...&lt;br /&gt;sin sentido para muchos...&lt;br /&gt;pero grabado a fuego ahí..entre esa sonrisa y esos ojos.....&lt;br /&gt;que observan cuando pueden esa actitud....&lt;br /&gt;que sienten siempre esa herida..abierta y provocada por el recuerdo.........&lt;br /&gt;ese que la memoria asila....y no deja libre....&lt;br /&gt;ese que mantiene y no entierra.....&lt;br /&gt;ese que no quiere....pero que recuerda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-3789077506375720408?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/3789077506375720408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=3789077506375720408' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3789077506375720408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3789077506375720408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2008/01/una-realidad-quebrada.html' title='Una realidad Quebrada'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-4462724251461086383</id><published>2007-12-06T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:43:10.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te necesito...si puedes háblame...y dime no solo lo que quiero escuchar...................................&lt;br /&gt;díselo todo.....everything...because I know nothing about everything......bye bye...nos vemos??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-4462724251461086383?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/4462724251461086383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=4462724251461086383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/4462724251461086383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/4462724251461086383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/12/te-necesito.html' title=''/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7471826169809374951</id><published>2007-10-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:55:43.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>El único poder que no te podrán quitar jamás es el de tu imaginación, úsalo para cambiar la realidad a tu antojo como siempre lo has deseado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7471826169809374951?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7471826169809374951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7471826169809374951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7471826169809374951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7471826169809374951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_15.html' title='...'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-3205184107615941345</id><published>2007-10-03T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:50:37.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Aquí tienes el consejo que me habías dado, parece que lo necesitas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-3205184107615941345?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/3205184107615941345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=3205184107615941345' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3205184107615941345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3205184107615941345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7986631170255296916</id><published>2007-09-20T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:15:11.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojos De Esperanza...Eros Ramazzotti</title><content type='html'>tú, que conmigo estas viviendo&lt;br /&gt;estos últimos momentos&lt;br /&gt;no te quiero ver llorar &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;no, que esa lágrima no salga&lt;br /&gt;que se quede, que no caiga&lt;br /&gt;no la quiero ver rodar &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;con el miedo que tú tienes&lt;br /&gt;como hacer que te consueles&lt;br /&gt;que la veas como yo &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;porque cuando diga adiós&lt;br /&gt;tú verás una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;y mi luz se quedará&lt;br /&gt;en mis ojos escondida&lt;br /&gt;para otro que en su vida&lt;br /&gt;nunca vió la claridad&lt;br /&gt;lo quiero así &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;si, y podrán mirar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;ese sol que allá en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;entre nubes brillará, si &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;si, y verán infinidad&lt;br /&gt;de paisajes y lugares&lt;br /&gt;que yo no veré jamás &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;grande, grande, grande es&lt;br /&gt;la mirada de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;que te estoy, contando aquí, si&lt;br /&gt;porque puede ser que un día&lt;br /&gt;increíble fantasía&lt;br /&gt;todo esto, estos mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;lo verán por vez primera&lt;br /&gt;y si alguna vez tropiezan&lt;br /&gt;con los tuyos, se sorprendan&lt;br /&gt;de reconocerte a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Esta canción está dedicada a todos los que han tenido tanto amor y fuerza para donar alguno de sus órganos y hacer que otros humanos vivan o vivan mejor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7986631170255296916?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7986631170255296916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7986631170255296916' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7986631170255296916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7986631170255296916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/ojos-de-esperanzaeros-ramazzotti.html' title='Ojos De Esperanza...Eros Ramazzotti'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2338330105951629924</id><published>2007-09-17T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:14:19.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Teoría del Amor</title><content type='html'>El amor infantil sigue el principio: "Amo porque me aman". El amor maduro obedece al principio: "Me aman porque amo"&lt;mec&gt;. El amor inmaduro dice: "Te amo porque te necesito". El amor maduro dice: "Te necesito porque te amo".  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;El arte de amar, pág. 59, Erich Fromm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-2338330105951629924?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2338330105951629924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2338330105951629924' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2338330105951629924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2338330105951629924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-teora-del-amor.html' title='La Teoría del Amor'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-8398926748372040987</id><published>2007-09-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:00:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las cosas son tan reales como las sentimos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-8398926748372040987?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/8398926748372040987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=8398926748372040987' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8398926748372040987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8398926748372040987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/las-cosas-son-tan-reales-como-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2781727982612643399</id><published>2007-09-11T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:01:34.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿? ()()</title><content type='html'>En este caso....mejor esperar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alomejor&lt;/span&gt; en este caso mejor actuar....en este caso...&lt;br /&gt;un caso sin final....&lt;br /&gt;un caso muy particular....y con mucho sentido.....&lt;br /&gt;en este caso mejor esp&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;erar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;y aclarar...en este caso&lt;br /&gt;...en este caso mejor disfrutar..&lt;br /&gt;lo que tienes y esperar...en este caso..a lo que se da..... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;En este caso es factible?....en este caso...&lt;br /&gt;todo es factible dentro de la medida que lo haces y lo crees...&lt;br /&gt;espera..confía y pasará...tú que decir mucho crees....&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; demostrar nada tienes...&lt;br /&gt;solo ocupa lo que tienes....&lt;br /&gt;y aún lo que no sabes que tienes.....&lt;br /&gt;solo ten calma y siente....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-2781727982612643399?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2781727982612643399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2781727982612643399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2781727982612643399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2781727982612643399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_11.html' title='¿? ()()'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-3963969506079456995</id><published>2007-09-11T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:28:54.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLEmente Hazlo</title><content type='html'>Demuéstralo mientras puedas..nunca es tarde mientras puedas hacerlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-3963969506079456995?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/3963969506079456995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=3963969506079456995' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3963969506079456995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3963969506079456995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/simplemente-hazlo.html' title='SIMPLEmente Hazlo'/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-110046147056090717</id><published>2007-09-06T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:20:46.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivir…estar…sentir….reír……llorar…disfrutar…&lt;br /&gt;más…menos…crear…&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin descansar y aprovechar lo que se da…&lt;br /&gt;guardando con cuidado lo que se tendrá...&lt;br /&gt;y dejando atrás lo que se perderá... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...viviendo..existiendo....simplemente pretendiendo...&lt;br /&gt;..paz alcanzar sin mucho demostrar...&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente sin a mucho renunciar...&lt;br /&gt;aprender a renovar....lo que gastándose va...... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...procurar lo que de verdad mostrar se debe....&lt;br /&gt;no salga y quede....&lt;br /&gt;al descubierto..sintiéndose desprotegido y creyendo....&lt;br /&gt;que en cualquier momento...&lt;br /&gt;nada quede para mostrar y rebelar....&lt;br /&gt;aunque en verdad...&lt;br /&gt;imposible sea observar...&lt;br /&gt;para algunos lo que se pretende...&lt;br /&gt;interpretándolo nunca con la verdadera intención....&lt;br /&gt;..quedando solo en la interpretación de lo que sus ojos ven...&lt;br /&gt;o bien...&lt;br /&gt;..simplemente lo que quieren ver de lo que sus ojos les muestran... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;....muchas palabras juntas en este escrito...&lt;br /&gt;aún más en estos puntos...&lt;br /&gt;que llenar el que quiera puede....&lt;br /&gt;sin saber que solo tiene....&lt;br /&gt;....que tomar un buen rato&lt;br /&gt;solo y calmo....&lt;br /&gt;y largar lo que siente, cree, o prentende... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;solo mirar a su alrededor.....y observar....&lt;br /&gt;lo que siente simplemente vendrá....&lt;br /&gt;y deskansará en estas plabras..&lt;br /&gt;que sinceras serán....&lt;br /&gt;porque simplemente saldrán....&lt;br /&gt;dando descanso a la mente........&lt;br /&gt;y creando al fin......&lt;br /&gt;la paz...&lt;br /&gt;se revelará e invadirá....&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que se tenga y quiera.....&lt;br /&gt;como propio y amado..&lt;br /&gt;por muy menospreciado que por otro sea.....&lt;br /&gt;logrando armonia y conocimiento..&lt;br /&gt;sin mucho esfuerzo......solo darse el tiempo que requiera ésta.....&lt;br /&gt;para ser observada y encontrada....&lt;br /&gt;donde sea y cuando sea....&lt;br /&gt;como sea y através de lo que sea...... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...y lo que más importante considero....&lt;br /&gt;nunca pensar que todo lo que se podía se ha logrado....&lt;br /&gt;...pero tampoco no reconocer se debe....&lt;br /&gt;reconocer todo lo que se ha logrado....&lt;br /&gt;cada instante más...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-110046147056090717?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/110046147056090717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=110046147056090717' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/110046147056090717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/110046147056090717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/vivirestarsentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Checho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02662118439070117104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7545148513536744620</id><published>2007-09-04T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:17:04.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿? ()</title><content type='html'>...en este caso mejor seguir...en este caso...&lt;br /&gt;mejor esperar...&lt;br /&gt;mejor actuar..en este caso..&lt;br /&gt;tratar de entender...simplemente pretender...en este caso... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...en este caso mejor saber...en este caso...&lt;br /&gt;en este caso mejor responder..en este caso...&lt;br /&gt;tal cual eres..y ser...&lt;br /&gt;como siempre...en este caso como sueñes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;checho&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7545148513536744620?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7545148513536744620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7545148513536744620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7545148513536744620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7545148513536744620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='¿? (&lt;CheCho&gt;)'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-8688900336077644342</id><published>2007-08-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:44:39.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Alone With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When everything is cloudy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the sun won’t shine for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like nothing’s goin’ right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There’s a place I want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just laying there beside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the shelter of your room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I leave the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Outside your door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lose myself in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you’re in my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I find all that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could never live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The heaven that you showed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just to look into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I live for the time alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And when I climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The stairs to find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we reach for the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thank God I’ve got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This time alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your kiss can captivate me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And your touch can set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I count the hours baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till you are next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it’s taken such a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To find someone that understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I reach out for love now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I reach out for your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I feel your heart beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It makes me come alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don’t wanna live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something that is so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’ve been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just to look into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I live for the time alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause everytime I see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All my troubles fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I live for the time alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause everytime I see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All my troubles fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I live for the time alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And when I climb the stairs to find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we reach for the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thank God I’ve got this time alone with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, this time alone with you &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/1150201748748902280-8688900336077644342?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/8688900336077644342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=8688900336077644342' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8688900336077644342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8688900336077644342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-alone-with-you.html' title='The Time Alone With You'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-395530071062558623</id><published>2007-08-15T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:53:18.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Búsqueda</title><content type='html'>Aves cruzan el cielo, buscando algo...&lt;br /&gt;peces cruzan mares, buscando algo...&lt;br /&gt;yo cruzo cielo, tierra y mar, y no te encuentro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte Fuga&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• LoRE&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-395530071062558623?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/395530071062558623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=395530071062558623' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/395530071062558623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/395530071062558623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/aves-cruzan-el-cielo-buscando-algo.html' title='Búsqueda'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-4458166473217652777</id><published>2007-08-14T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:00:02.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Crear..inventar..vivir..mentir??....&lt;strong&gt;NO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;copiar..no es una opción....aunque difícil inventar sea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;todo tiene su firma...esencia...marca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;influencias muchas...inspiraciones infinitas....fuente de ellas solo una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dedicar..para qué...quien lo entienda lo necesita...o tal vez mero aburrimiento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no lo sé..me lo pregunto?...talves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ocio bastante..en cada palabra un poco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin sentido..alopeor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;muchos puntos...para que cada quien busque las palabras que lo completan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;poema...escrito..ideas....simplemente palabras que no tienen lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;simple..bastante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;solo hay que intentarlo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pensar en algo y escribirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;simplemente lanzarlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Influencias muchas...inspiraciones infinitas....fuente de ellas solo una...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Te kero (kk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;CheCho&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&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/1150201748748902280-4458166473217652777?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/4458166473217652777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=4458166473217652777' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/4458166473217652777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/4458166473217652777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/tu.html' title='TU'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-4436929516691910639</id><published>2007-08-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:58:24.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿?</title><content type='html'>... No sé, acaso dudar, ¿es factible?&lt;br /&gt;En este caso no...&lt;br /&gt;En este cazo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditar, acaso pensar, es factible?&lt;br /&gt;En este cazo no...&lt;br /&gt;En este cazo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este caso es mejor guardar opiniones, bajo llave&lt;br /&gt;en el pensamiento, dentro del olvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este caso... ya no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• LoRE&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-4436929516691910639?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/4436929516691910639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=4436929516691910639' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/4436929516691910639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/4436929516691910639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_13.html' title='¿?'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2984627810210398175</id><published>2007-08-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:13:18.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar Es Combatir....Maná</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Combato&lt;/strong&gt; para ser yo, para que el otro sea ella o él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;La vida es un combate perpetuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amar es el combatir más intenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amar no es renunciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amar no es claudicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amar no es ausencia de coraje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amar no es quietud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amar es la trinchera del tú y el yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Combatir es la forma más constante del &lt;strong&gt;Amor"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;CheCho&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-2984627810210398175?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2984627810210398175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2984627810210398175' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2984627810210398175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2984627810210398175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/amar-es-combatirman.html' title='Amar Es Combatir....Maná'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-798286239281086389</id><published>2007-08-11T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:13:46.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Belleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enemigo de la guerra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y su reverso, la medalla,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no propuse otra batalla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que librar al corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de ponerse cuerpo a tierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bajo el peso de una historia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que iba a alzar hasta la gloria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;el poder de la razón...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y ahora que ya no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hay trincheras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;el combate es la escalera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y el que trepe a lo más alto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pondrá a salvo su cabeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aunque se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unda&lt;/span&gt; en el asfalto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La belleza... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Míralos&lt;/span&gt; como reptiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;al acecho de la presa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;negociando en cada mesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maquillajes de ocasión;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;siguen todos lo raíles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conduscan&lt;/span&gt; a la cumbre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;locos porque no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;se deslumbre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;su parásita ambición&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;antes iban de profetas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y ahora el éxito es su meta;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mercaderes, traficantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;más que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;náusea&lt;/span&gt; dan tristeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no rozaron ni un instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La belleza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Y me hablaron de futuros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fraternales, solidarios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;donde todo lo falsario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;acabaría en el pilón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y ahora que se cae el muro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ya no somos tan iguales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tanto tienes, tanto vales,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;viva la revolución&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reivindico el espejismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de intentar ser uno mismo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ese viaje hacia la nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que consiste en la certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de encontrar en tu mirada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La belleza... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Canción de Miguel Bosé &amp;amp; Ana Torroja &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;CheCho&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&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/1150201748748902280-798286239281086389?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/798286239281086389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=798286239281086389' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/798286239281086389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/798286239281086389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-belleza.html' title='La Belleza'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-5310374482623449190</id><published>2007-08-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T17:41:27.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/c__rxlor"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.duiops.net/curso/elemento/animacio/tvclc0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.fotolog.com/c__rxlor"&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/1150201748748902280-5310374482623449190?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/5310374482623449190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=5310374482623449190' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5310374482623449190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5310374482623449190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-6439113963255947761</id><published>2007-08-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:55:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exilios</title><content type='html'>Oh dolor simétrico&lt;br /&gt;sociedad ardientemente nominal&lt;br /&gt;el amor cae como una lluvia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;generosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como un homenaje creado para ser&lt;br /&gt;interrumpido de una manera brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•LoRE&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-6439113963255947761?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/6439113963255947761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=6439113963255947761' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/6439113963255947761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/6439113963255947761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/exilios.html' title='Exilios'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-3708318027856421219</id><published>2007-08-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:14:28.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talves....alomejor...alopeor....</title><content type='html'>Esperar, salir, gritar, expresar,&lt;br /&gt;palabras, loco??..&lt;br /&gt;talves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la verdad, difícil...,lo que hay...aceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentarlo, esperar, volver a expresar y luego a intentar...&lt;br /&gt;buscar sin descanso...la única solución...arta paciencia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espera...pero cuando puedas..simplemente hazlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decidido y con confianza.. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kreo k alguien más vaia a kachar esto a parte de ti asik no lo dediko pos wn........ia xaos &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;CheCho&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-3708318027856421219?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/3708318027856421219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=3708318027856421219' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3708318027856421219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3708318027856421219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/talvesalomejoralopeor.html' title='Talves....alomejor...alopeor....'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-7394310854796891161</id><published>2007-08-08T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:56:36.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loco? Talvez...</title><content type='html'>... No sé... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;en realidad&lt;/span&gt;... qué sé?&lt;br /&gt;bueno lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; que se que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estoi&lt;/span&gt; en esta pieza de nubes... suaves, esponjosas, pero&lt;br /&gt;no puedo disfrutar, un animal extraño me abraza.. me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;quiere&lt;/span&gt; mucho, de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;envés&lt;/span&gt; en cuando vienen unos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ángeles&lt;/span&gt;, me dan de comer, y me inyectan felicidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No encuentro la hora de poder librarme de este animal, para poder saltar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dentro&lt;/span&gt; las nubes, aunque con el igual salto para todos lados, pero es incomodo...&lt;br /&gt;solo, no sé, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gustaría&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•LoRE&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Un hombre sin miedo…es un hombre sin esperanza”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-7394310854796891161?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/7394310854796891161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=7394310854796891161' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7394310854796891161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/7394310854796891161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/loco-talvez.html' title='Loco? Talvez...'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-2445363864669223531</id><published>2007-08-07T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:15:05.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..........................................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Cuando llegué al campo, un sin fin de olores me invadió. Al entrar en la casa escuché a su dueña saludándome; luego pude sentir las curtidas y gruesas manos de su esposo, dándome una cordial bienvenida. al atardecer, desde lo alto de una colina, pude ver un paisaje que pensé sería imposible llegar a observar.m despues de ese día imaginé que mi estadía ahí no sería como lo había imaginado".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"solo es cuestión de detenerse y mirar alrededor para darnos cuenta que nada es tan malo...Simplemente hay que darse el tiempo e intentarlo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;CheCho&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&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/1150201748748902280-2445363864669223531?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/2445363864669223531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=2445363864669223531' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2445363864669223531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/2445363864669223531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='..........................................................'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-8152660821436086637</id><published>2007-08-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:23:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UniversO0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;res mi universo… no solo la persona que me ayuda,&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi universo… no solo la persona que comprende &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anomalías&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi universo… no solo por que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;creíste&lt;/span&gt; en mi,&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi universo… porque sin pensarlo dos veces te arriesgaste por mi,&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi universo… porque dentro de este orbe, fuiste la centella que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iluminó&lt;/span&gt; mis andanzas…&lt;br /&gt;Por eso… eres mi universo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Un hombre sin miedo…es un hombre sin esperanza”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-8152660821436086637?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/8152660821436086637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=8152660821436086637' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8152660821436086637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/8152660821436086637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/universo0.html' title='UniversO0'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-3581032378268014222</id><published>2007-08-04T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:44:28.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrVHAmsgBPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r2_PLLhYD5U/s1600-h/5165156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095056629152351474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrVHAmsgBPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r2_PLLhYD5U/s320/5165156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizá&lt;/span&gt; fue solo un lapso de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;q&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;izá&lt;/span&gt; fue solo un segundo&lt;br /&gt;pero.. fueron los segundos más hermosos que he v&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;vido...&lt;br /&gt;si solo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;xistie&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;as...&lt;br /&gt;si, s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;lo..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Une las letras rojas"&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/1150201748748902280-3581032378268014222?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/3581032378268014222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=3581032378268014222' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3581032378268014222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/3581032378268014222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiz-fue-solo-un-lapso-de-tiempo-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>lor_serg</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='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrVHAmsgBPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r2_PLLhYD5U/s72-c/5165156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-429606202720439318</id><published>2007-08-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:46:07.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TalVez no...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrP7eWsgBOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5DjD3dxTFUA/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094692102393038050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrP7eWsgBOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5DjD3dxTFUA/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrP5U2sgBNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pKSS9HLVA4Y/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt; asustado...&lt;br /&gt;Si, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt; angustiado...&lt;br /&gt;Si...&lt;br /&gt;Solo si?&lt;br /&gt;Por qué no... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quizás&lt;/span&gt; por el miedo a la "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;negación&lt;/span&gt;", al decir que si, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte Al Expreso..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/1150201748748902280-429606202720439318?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/429606202720439318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=429606202720439318' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/429606202720439318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/429606202720439318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/si-tal-vez-asustado.html' title='TalVez no...'/><author><name>lor_serg</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='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrP7eWsgBOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5DjD3dxTFUA/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-5868997200733918258</id><published>2007-08-03T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:13:01.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madre Tierra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrPR-GsgBMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WQyJ3yuAzB4/s1600-h/20051025020824-hojas-jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwKqikbGgu0/RrPReGsgBLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2HEbHF2bMpY/s1600-h/20051025020824-hojas-jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La Madre Tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que concibió tu nacer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tú matas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a la que te vio crecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inventas máquinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada vez más destructivas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que manejadas por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;destrozan tu vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esa Madre Tierra&lt;br /&gt;en la que tu vives con desprecio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esa Madre Tierra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la que no tiene precio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquella Madre Tierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la que te vio crecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aquella Madre Tierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la que tú pareces querer envejecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que parece tan nuestro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que está cada vez más muerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La gente habla de ideologías&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de esas que dividen al mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la gente habla de tecnologías&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de esas que mejorarían al mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta sociedad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ni siquiera ve su seguridad personal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿tú crees que les importaría algo más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que su propio bienestar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y yo te pregunto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Era mejor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuando el mundo era controlado por la ignorancia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o ahora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que el mundo controla la ignorancia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Con la tecnología y el conocimiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tienes este mundo a tus pies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con estas herramientas más la Internet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por más difícil que sea creerlo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Querer es poder&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&gt;CheCho&lt;&lt;&lt;/strong&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/1150201748748902280-5868997200733918258?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/5868997200733918258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1150201748748902280&amp;postID=5868997200733918258' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5868997200733918258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1150201748748902280/posts/default/5868997200733918258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/2007/08/madre-tierra.html' title='Madre Tierra'/><author><name>lor_serg</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1150201748748902280.post-6343700931955949129</id><published>2007-08-01T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:29:23.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CreanDo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Empezando&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;NO es por empezar algo...&lt;br /&gt;si no de retomar algo... algo perdido en el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;y pensar que el pucho de la vida.. se desvanece en humos... logrando la separación... de lo que es una gran amistad...&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no...&lt;br /&gt;juntos de nuevo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seguiremos&lt;/span&gt; escribiendo.. expresando deseos, historias, poemas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; empezamos. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juntos creando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.fotolog.com/c__rxlor"&gt;LorENzO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SerGIO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1150201748748902280-6343700931955949129?l=lorserg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorserg.blogspot.com/feeds/6343700931955949129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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