<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:25:33.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel_Grrrl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-186923330653368236</id><published>2007-01-03T16:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:06:37.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>instrucciones para construir un caparazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kCrvUMXUg0/RZvGGPPxMCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dlz1NN4HfHA/s1600-h/DSCN1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015820420481364002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kCrvUMXUg0/RZvGGPPxMCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dlz1NN4HfHA/s320/DSCN1868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;básicamente es necesario haber experimentado algo que te haya marcado, un duelo, una sensación intensa, cualquier cosa que te haya hecho navegar hasta lo más profundo. Una vez haya ocurrido esto la capa inferior del caparazón comienza a generarse. Es muy importante que no se contruyan otras capas sucesivas ya que tiene que ser flexible para poder escaparse cuando la situación lo requiera. Muy importante: no siempre hay que refugiarse dentro, sólo en condiciones muy desfavorables o cuando exista peligro de perder nuestra propia identidad. Lo imprescindible:saber que es lo que hay dentro y dejarlo ver a aquellas personas que se lo merecen y con la que nunca correrás el riesgo de verte dañado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nota: no importa las veces que te equivoques al salir de este , ya que, lo básico es la experiencia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-186923330653368236?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/186923330653368236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=186923330653368236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/186923330653368236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/186923330653368236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2007/01/instrucciones-para-construir-un.html' title='instrucciones para construir un caparazón'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__kCrvUMXUg0/RZvGGPPxMCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dlz1NN4HfHA/s72-c/DSCN1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-115954677578589831</id><published>2006-09-29T19:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:19:35.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FINLANDIA(DESAMBIGUACIÓN)</title><content type='html'>en finlandia sigue haciendo frío,de hecho, todo está congelado, es díficil la recuperación de lo que  permanece enterrado bao la gruesa capa de hielo,costará millones de años escavar para encontrar lo que se ha perdido en la inmensidad de los glaciares , por lo que  se ha paralizado la actividad.........&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/meiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/meiras.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-115954677578589831?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/115954677578589831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=115954677578589831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/115954677578589831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/115954677578589831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/09/finlandiadesambiguacin.html' title='FINLANDIA(DESAMBIGUACIÓN)'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114777548740778812</id><published>2006-05-16T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:35:50.490+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cronotropismo: el corazón puede generar sus propios impulsos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/P1030366.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/200/P1030366.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/corazon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/200/corazon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;El &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trasplante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; es un tratamiento médico complejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Permite que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;órganos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,téjid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;os, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;células &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;de una persona puedan reemplazar órganos, tejidos o células &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enfermedad" title="Enfermedad"&gt;enfermos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; de otra persona...... para mejorar la calidad de vida.....tú y tus transplantes...&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;koko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114777548740778812?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114777548740778812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114777548740778812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114777548740778812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114777548740778812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/05/cronotropismo-el-corazn-puede-generar.html' title='Cronotropismo: el corazón puede generar sus propios impulsos'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114659854970228043</id><published>2006-05-02T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:35:26.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE ME LIKE A SISTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/naked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/naked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;¿Por qué los hombres se sienten amenazados por la mujer?por qué nos situan en segundo plano,por qué somos consideradas la alteridad,por qué a lo largo de la historia las artistas han quedado en segundo plano, es que acaso tienen miedo de que sepamos expresar mejor el arte?nosotras no tenemos la culpa de que tengan que ocultar sus sentimientos para realzar su masculinidad,nosotras no pretendemos ser mejores que ellos ni siquiera deseamos superar a nuestras congéneres,no podemos negar la necesidad humana de poder y el afán de superación, tan latente en nuestra sociedad, no obstante, lo que las mujeres ueremos desde mi punto de vista, es obtener lo que nos corresponde,nuestra parte, nuestro mundo,nuestra parcela....ser objetivamente consideradas en el mundo de la cultura,de la ciencia y en general, de todo este mundo montado por el género masculino, sin tener que convertirse en un porcentaje de un partido político para ganarse el voto femenino......sólo me queda por decir:LOVE ME LIKE A SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114659854970228043?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114659854970228043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114659854970228043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114659854970228043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114659854970228043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-me-like-sister.html' title='LOVE ME LIKE A SISTER'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114630500934648000</id><published>2006-04-29T12:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:18:26.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNORANCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/P1030201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/P1030201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ignorancia de no saber quiénes somos, la tendencia a cambiar cada lunes de nuestra vida,sabiendo que cometeremos el mismo error una y otra vez ,la extraña sensación de pensar que la gente actuará del mismo modo en el que lo hacemos nosotros, la rara manía de disfrutar perdiendo nuestro tiempo,la falsa esperanza de creer que nuestra vida se volverá interesante y emocionante sin mover nuestro dedo pulgar,todo aquello que ignoramos pero que todos sabemos :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music::&lt;br /&gt;"NExt YeAr bAbY;JAmie Cullum"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114630500934648000?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114630500934648000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114630500934648000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114630500934648000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114630500934648000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/04/ignorancia.html' title='IGNORANCIA'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114492587258321054</id><published>2006-04-13T13:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:03:31.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/P1030167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/400/P1030167.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;ESCANDINAVIA&lt;br /&gt;"SKADIN"&lt;br /&gt;(daño, peligro) "AVIO" (isla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Frío,mucho frío....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Estos días ha habido una ola de frío de Escandinavia.El frío es ausencia de calor,por lo tanto el frío no existe, como tantas cosas a las que ponemos nombre y ni si quiera existen, pero las sentimos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;ca me ha gustado el frío, me provoca sensaciones extrañas, muchas mañanas incluso me ha llegado a provocar miedo,sobre todo cuando iba al colegio y me sentía abandonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Esta vez ha sido peor , porque el sol brillaba con mucha fuerza,y parecía lo que no era....nunca me ha gustado el frío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114492587258321054?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114492587258321054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114492587258321054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114492587258321054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114492587258321054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/04/escandinavia-skadin-dao-peligro-avio.html' title=''/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114435804677670999</id><published>2006-04-07T00:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T00:18:14.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible...quizás borroroso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/P1030171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/P1030171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/P1030169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/400/P1030169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;De todo, lo peor, es convertirse en un ser sin rastro, ser un ente borroso, sin existencia, ser un vehículo ,una herramienta para pasar un buen rato, transparente.....gritar dentro de tus alveolos hasta hacerlos estallar.Quizás sea necesario reclamar todo lo que te convierte en un ser borroroso,......¿a dónde irá aquello que regalaste y que ahora te hace ser transparente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ESCUCHANDO: Que no, Deluxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114435804677670999?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114435804677670999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114435804677670999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114435804677670999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114435804677670999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/04/invisiblequizs-borroroso.html' title='invisible...quizás borroroso....'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114202065613536340</id><published>2006-03-10T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:57:36.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOSTENIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Este aburrimiento destruye todo lo que encuentra a su paso...monotonía,ninguna novedad. Desde que me he mudado, no hay ninguna noticia interesante, el mundo sigue igual, lo único que cambia es el nombre de los días que a la vez es lo que hace que cada día sea distinto al anterior.....los sentimientos desbordan fatiga derivada de la inactividad. Como un robot destruyo mis sentimientos para poder enfrentarme a todo aquello de lo cual estoy cansada. Todo está inundado por el absurdo....necesito rescatarme y sé que podré...ya lo hice muchas veces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(escuchando: you, radiohead . no es nada nuevo,1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114202065613536340?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114202065613536340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114202065613536340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114202065613536340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114202065613536340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/03/insostenible.html' title='INSOSTENIBLE'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114057239872835484</id><published>2006-02-22T03:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:39:58.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIDERMAN, SPIDERMAN, DÓNDE ESTÁS SPIDERMAN....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/640/mary%20jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/mary%20jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hoy , querida MJ, hoy tu día va a tener que ser diferente, hoy vas a tener que salir a la calle y no encontrarás a Spiderman, hoy serás tú misma quien resuelva los problemas en los que te metes. spiderman is gone!Cansado de tus tonterías, de tus sin respuesta,ahora sí, ahora no,de toda tu mierda.....de salvarte el pellejo y no llevarse  nada a cambio...TODAY SPIDERMAN IS GONE!!!Mary Jane, sabes que puedes tu solita.....be yourself by your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(escuchando: dress, PJ Harvey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114057239872835484?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114057239872835484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114057239872835484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114057239872835484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114057239872835484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/spiderman-spiderman-dnde-ests.html' title='SPIDERMAN, SPIDERMAN, DÓNDE ESTÁS SPIDERMAN....'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114053465366927025</id><published>2006-02-21T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:00:02.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frivolidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/1600/gafas_amor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/gafas_amor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extravagancias,rarezas, horteradas, gafas tipo años 70,ortodoncias de brackets,todas esas cosas que sientan tan bien para poder disfrazarse de no-superficial, me gustan. lo admito : SOY SUPERFICIAL,y qué??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(escuchando: Thinking About u, Radiohead)&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/22721888-114053465366927025?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114053465366927025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114053465366927025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114053465366927025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114053465366927025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/frivolidades.html' title='Frivolidades'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22721888.post-114044661857653453</id><published>2006-02-20T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:03:09.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Círculos, espirales, caminos con curvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/640/Vas%20a%20verme.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right; width: 277px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/Vas%20a%20verme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preguntas sin respuestas, diálogos inventados cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; nunca van a pasar,sin parar de divagar sobre ellas.Se cierra el círculo sin poder salir de él.Vuelta tras vuelta ,infinidad de vueltas.Otra vez el comienzo, curva tras curva sin salirse del camino trazado...esto,¿no me suena de antes?sin embargo no cambia nada, continua el mismo rumbo. Igual y diferente , más cerebral y profundo, aprtender después de aprender....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sonando: Every day i love u less and less)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22721888-114044661857653453?l=girlattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/feeds/114044661857653453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22721888&amp;postID=114044661857653453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114044661857653453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22721888/posts/default/114044661857653453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlattack.blogspot.com/2006/02/crculos-espirales-caminos-con-curvas_20.html' title='Círculos, espirales, caminos con curvas'/><author><name>slut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06050203573383608204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/85/2316/320/bk_05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
