<?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-21270256</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. ..re@lterna . ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-1541290349616357589</id><published>2007-03-01T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:56:11.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>want to dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ArDcb4hR58E/RedDKy42-6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WKSxTHnsOxs/s1600-h/nur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037068560975199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ArDcb4hR58E/RedDKy42-6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WKSxTHnsOxs/s400/nur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;          woo-ee-oo i look just like buddy holly&lt;br /&gt;                                               oh-oh, and you're mary tyler moore&lt;br /&gt;                                                  i don't care what they say about us anyway&lt;br /&gt;                                             i don't care 'bout that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bailamos sin los pies, colgados de nuestra música en el aire mismo,&lt;br /&gt;contentos hasta la coronilla, viendo el mundo aquietarse alrededor&lt;br /&gt;para ver y aprender, para tratar de seguirnos el paso&lt;br /&gt;haciéndonos tanto más felices, tanto más nosotros*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[ nur y la luz, un solo corazón ]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-1541290349616357589?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/1541290349616357589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=1541290349616357589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/1541290349616357589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/1541290349616357589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2007/03/want-to-dance.html' title='want to dance?'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ArDcb4hR58E/RedDKy42-6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WKSxTHnsOxs/s72-c/nur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-116587311928874092</id><published>2006-12-11T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T17:31:40.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that velvet feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOqrIQqnE0c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOqrIQqnE0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOqrIQqnE0c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the velvet underground &amp; nico, uno de esos discos imprescindibles, imperdible de principio a fin. &lt;br /&gt;un disco de melodías, de ruido y de recuerdos inventados.&lt;br /&gt;de canciones para silbar, como ésta: nico, te adoraremos por siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-116587311928874092?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/116587311928874092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=116587311928874092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/116587311928874092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/116587311928874092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-velvet-feeling.html' title='that velvet feeling'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-116198315234563926</id><published>2006-10-27T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:05:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just like dynamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/justlikedynamos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/justlikedynamos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los segundos pasan?&lt;br /&gt;porque para mí las horas apenas si existen&lt;br /&gt;de repente el sábado esperado devino en martes pesado &lt;br /&gt;la actividad se multiplica y la mente cree despegar&lt;br /&gt;pero se engaña, es imposible crear, ser original&lt;br /&gt;sueños, ideas y ganas son aplastadas&lt;br /&gt;por capas de malestar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-116198315234563926?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/116198315234563926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=116198315234563926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/116198315234563926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/116198315234563926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-like-dynamos.html' title='just like dynamos'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-116007766141737893</id><published>2006-10-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:15:57.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from some past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4175/1246/1600/laculpadetodo.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4175/1246/400/laculpadetodo.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los minutos perdidos no se encuentran entre los engranajes de nuestros relojes&lt;br /&gt;las palabras que quedaron bajo la lengua no aparecerán en las frases cotidianas&lt;br /&gt;las miradas que se escaparon no estarán buscándonos, al menos no de frente.&lt;br /&gt;el agua que nos cubre y nos ahoga es mar de nuestras lágrimas encontradas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-116007766141737893?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/116007766141737893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=116007766141737893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/116007766141737893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/116007766141737893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-some-past.html' title='from some past'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-115279942468521342</id><published>2006-07-13T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:46:41.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>infancias celestes y musicales.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/99.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonrisas.hermanos.plastipinturitas.risas.juguetes.primos.veredas.chupetes.triciclos.risas.veranos.sonrisas.risas.sonrisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LosDuenosDelBlogPequenos.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pd: los dueños del blog grandes estamos pasando por unos dias frustrados y con poca inspiracion, redaccion y narrativa. así que se deja al criterio del observador la asociacion mental o verbal de estas imagenes tan preciosas y llenas de recuerdos y chupetines ChupaChups con palabras hermosas, con rimas onduladas y sentidos y sonidos  esenciales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-115279942468521342?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/115279942468521342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=115279942468521342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/115279942468521342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/115279942468521342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/07/infancias-celestes-y-musicales.html' title='infancias celestes y musicales.'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-115058774625714722</id><published>2006-06-17T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:49:42.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are retro?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/Hurraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/Hurraa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/Hurra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/Hurra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ revista hurra # 2, agosto 1980 ]  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tengo cantidades de vinilos, cassettes y revistas de mi viejo; recorté estas cosillas al azar porque donde ponés el ojo encontrás algo interesante, desde las palabras que usan hasta la gráfica. me gustan mucho las tapas psicodélicas, las críticas superdetalladas y los anuncios, son impagables.&lt;br /&gt;tuve mis momentos de chico retro, pero eso de que *todo tiempo pasado fue mejor* siempre me pareció horrible. aunque quien no quisiera estar en that 70's show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by *di.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-115058774625714722?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/115058774625714722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=115058774625714722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/115058774625714722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/115058774625714722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-are-retro.html' title='we are retro?!'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114875497762072216</id><published>2006-05-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:40:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dibus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/fruti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/fruti.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by nurizz!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es mi cassette de Maria Elena Walsh que todavia conservo desde muy chiquita.&lt;br /&gt;Tiene una calco de Frutillitas.&lt;br /&gt;Todas mis cosas de esa edad (muy muy chiqui, diria que... 3 o 4 años) mas cotidianas, tienen calcos de Frutillitas: el nebulizador(mis resfrios y problemas respiratorios datan de edades muy tempranas), mi cassette, cuadernitos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Tambien me acuerdo de mi album de Sarah Key: sus figuritas no eran autoadhesivas y había que pegarlas con plasticola.&lt;br /&gt;También tenía algunas figus (no me acuerdo si el album) de Rainbow Brite. ¡Tenian brillitos y me fascinaban!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro dia, vaciando el placard me di cuenta la diferencia generacional entre mi hermana y yo. Las cosas de mi epoca eran mas tiernas, mas naif, los colores son preciosos, brillantes... y llegue a la conclusion de que cuando mas pasa el tiempo, parece que los productos para chicos van perdiendo esa dulzura colorida que tenian. Mirando FoxKids me di cuenta de que ahora es todo "super", que si no es super no vende. ¡Los nenes son todos hiperactivos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and The Holograms, ALF, Las Tortugas Ninja, Ghostbusters, La Pantera Rosa (el dibu más hippie de la historia), Los pitufos, Crazy Cars (con Penelope Glamour y Pier No Doy Una), Los Supersonicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Estoy vieja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero en mi niñez nos divertiamos con personajes mas simples, mas dulces e infinitamente menos violentos (y mas cotidianos!!! no todos eran "super-algo" o "super-todo")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/Frutillitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/320/Frutillitas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Frutillitas nacio en la ciudad de Cleveland, Estados Unidos, como un personaje de las tarjetas de la empresa American Greetings en el año 1979. A comienzos de la decada del ´80 se convirtio en una serie animada, alli la protagonista, cuyo nombre le da el titulo a la tira, es una pequeña niña que vive y crece en una casa de frutilla, compartiendo el dia con sus amigos y su inseparable mascota, el gato Cuttard.&lt;br /&gt;Esta serie fue hecha exclusivamente para niñas pequeñas, en ella vemos un mundo de fantasias, donde todo es alegria y bondad. Frutillitas es una inocente campesina que se divierte mucho trabajando en su gran campo, donde junto a sus compañeros cosecha frutillas y hace mermelada, y cuidando sus preciadas plantas.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114875497762072216?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114875497762072216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114875497762072216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114875497762072216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114875497762072216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/05/dibus.html' title='dibus!'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114705506078201603</id><published>2006-05-07T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:49:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muere, tu secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/Rhd-web.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/Rhd-web.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/yoursecretsareoursecretsrea.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*el que tiró el auto al río fui yo, my sister ani no tuvo nada que ver. casi nos mato.&lt;br /&gt;*esa vez que conseguí prórroga para una entrega de la facu, no me estaban por operar del hombro.&lt;br /&gt;*yo le tiré el bollazo de papel a la de cívica, pero el indio quería llegar al record y no dije nada. sólo que contó mal y después tuvo que pedir la reincorporación.&lt;br /&gt;*cuando revoleé la botella no pensé que podía estar caminando alguien por ahí. la vieja se debe haber agarrado un susto bárbaro.&lt;br /&gt;*el que mezclaba la sal y el azúcar era yo, pedazos de alcornocas.&lt;br /&gt;*si que estuve con su amiga esa vez. pero ella prometió no decir nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno, esos son algunos secretos que recuerdo tener. de seguro ustedes tienen mejores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by *di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114705506078201603?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114705506078201603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114705506078201603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114705506078201603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114705506078201603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/05/muere-tu-secreto.html' title='muere, tu secreto'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114541801158618274</id><published>2006-04-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:25:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend *Goo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/Sonic_Youth-Goo-Front.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/Sonic_Youth-Goo-Front.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le petit di dice que somos nosotros... yo creo que salimos favorecidos por el rockstar-lifestyle, pero bue. &lt;br /&gt;s'il dit ça c'est son mot contre le moi. je ne veux pas parler en français, mais je n'ai pas quelque chose por dire et je dois penser en autre chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chico dandy dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo soy un tipo macanudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chico dandy dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q dice regio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovedolls Superstar dice&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;jajajajjajaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovedolls Superstar dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como pierooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovedolls Superstar dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ignacio copani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tutu turu turutu turu)(haciendo ese juego de dedos que se hace cuando uno espera sentado en el techo que un asteroide caiga sobre su ciudad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chico dandy dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo t voy a escribir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chico dandy dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con letra de arquitonto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovedolls Superstar dice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jajaja, yo con letra de antropo-histerica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*quieren algo menos despampanante y más coherente? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friend goo has a real tattoo&lt;br /&gt;She always knows just what to do&lt;br /&gt;She looks through her hair like she doesn’t care &lt;br /&gt;What she does best is stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can play the drums set too&lt;br /&gt;And the boys say: hey goo what’s new? ’ hey goo what’s new? &lt;br /&gt;My friend goo just says: hey you&lt;br /&gt;My friend goo just says: hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a secret or two about goo&lt;br /&gt;She won’t mind if I tell you&lt;br /&gt;She likes to wear green underwear&lt;br /&gt;And lays down almost anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t have nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;And the boys say: hey goo what’s new? ’ hey goo what’s new? &lt;br /&gt;My friend goo just says: hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a secret or two about goo&lt;br /&gt;She won’t mind if I tell you&lt;br /&gt;I know a secret or two about goo&lt;br /&gt;I know a secret about goo and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she sticks just like glue&lt;br /&gt;And the boys say: hey goo what’s new? ’ hey goo what’s new? &lt;br /&gt;My friend goo just goes: hey you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo goo goo&lt;br /&gt;My friend goo&lt;br /&gt;Goo goo goo&lt;br /&gt;Talkin’ ’bout goo&lt;br /&gt;Goo goo goo&lt;br /&gt;My friend goo&lt;br /&gt;Goo goo goo&lt;br /&gt;You would too&lt;br /&gt;Goo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*di said:&lt;/strong&gt; "ci scussiamo per la pobera qualita del suono".&lt;br /&gt;mais je ne sais pas qu'est-ce que c'est ça! je veux ma maman! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plurilingües y psicólogos: aclaren este mix idiomático y superyoico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la próxima vez jugamos a encontrar las diez diferencias entre los sonic_teenz de la tapa de Goo y nosotros dos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114541801158618274?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114541801158618274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114541801158618274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114541801158618274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114541801158618274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-friend-goo.html' title='my friend *Goo.'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114419669793712533</id><published>2006-04-04T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:25:54.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor old chuck</title><content type='html'>a propósito de peanuts... y de such-a-losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/cure%20loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/cure%20loneliness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114419669793712533?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114419669793712533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114419669793712533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114419669793712533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114419669793712533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/04/poor-old-chuck.html' title='poor old chuck'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114351784169974127</id><published>2006-03-27T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:19:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ternura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/d3_crayons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/320/d3_crayons.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxic grrrl! dice:&lt;/strong&gt; sisi, esta re linda la foto de tu flog, pero yo decia que subas una a tu blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; ah q linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; no, en el blog no... le voy a quitar protagonismo al niño balnco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; blanco*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; y a demas las chicas solo vana entrar por mi imagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; yo quiero q me aprecien por lo q escribo jajajajajajaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; esto es para q lo publiques en una nota de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxic grrrl! dice:&lt;/strong&gt; jajajaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxic grrrl! dice:&lt;/strong&gt; (carita que revolea los ojos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo? dice:&lt;/strong&gt; revista mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxic grrrl! dice:&lt;/strong&gt; para ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*)divo: di&lt;br /&gt;toxic grrrl!: nurizz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/link_link_icons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/320/link_link_icons.0.jpg" 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/21270256-114351784169974127?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114351784169974127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114351784169974127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114351784169974127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114351784169974127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/03/ternura.html' title='ternura.'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114296460137128281</id><published>2006-03-21T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:44:15.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el otoño, por *nur: "el otoño nos entusiasma".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/ah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/ah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el otoño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by nuriz, rea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el otoño nos estusiasma y nos pone contentos. nos hace sonreir un poquito, mirar todo con otros ojos: ojos de otoño. ojos de primeras bufandas y hojas secas, de siestas con llovizna y algunas frazadas en la cama, de té con miel y galletitas, de piloto y un sweter no muy abrigado, de días húmedos y canciones melancólicamente dulces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en otoño las vecinas salen a barrer las hojas secas, los perros caminan por las calles un poco confundidos, embebidos de esa sensación de perplejidad al ver el cielo de ese color celeste grisáceo y el viento, con su constante melodía, despeinar, marear, jugar y desordenar las hojas de los árboles, los papeles de alfajor y las melenas de la gente que va y viene con una extraña sensación en el cuerpo... de un espectáculo tan vivido y a su vez, tan poco sentido, que suscita una constante extrañeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo festejo la llegada del otoño comiendo manzanas al horno con azúcar y escuchando kum kum, de fun people. ¿y ustedes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Feliz &lt;strong&gt;otoño&lt;/strong&gt; para todo el mundo! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*post ilustrado por miss capricho &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/misscapricho"&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/misscapricho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114296460137128281?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114296460137128281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114296460137128281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114296460137128281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114296460137128281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-otoo-por-nur-el-otoo-nos-entusiasma.html' title='el otoño, por *nur: &quot;el otoño nos entusiasma&quot;.'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114269944945506956</id><published>2006-03-18T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:45:18.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el otoño, por *di: "la canción otoñal".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/saudadelemans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/saudadelemans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ese título debería ir en mayúscula.&lt;br /&gt;es que pocas canciones transportan a momentos tan vívidos, definidos y deseados como ésta.&lt;br /&gt;adoramos a le mans y sus melodías arrebatadoras. sí que sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la búsqueda de la melodía perfecta para estos días que se vienen continúa... y todos podemos seguirla, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by *di.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114269944945506956?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114269944945506956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114269944945506956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114269944945506956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114269944945506956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-otoo-por-di-la-cancin-otoal.html' title='el otoño, por *di: &quot;la canción otoñal&quot;.'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-114160334376850995</id><published>2006-03-05T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:28:05.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kubrikiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/diclockworkorangeshort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/diclockworkorangeshort.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pasé la semana viendo mucho Kubrik, pasaron todas sus pelis pero ví sólo las que más me gustan. Ayer fue genial la proyección de The Shining, con gente saltando y tapándose las caras...&lt;br /&gt;Acá va un retazo de la Naranja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interior. Audio Visual Ludovico Centre - Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alex retching and screaming – restrained again by a straight-jacket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX (V.O.): It was the next day, brothers, and I had truly done my best, morning and afternoon, to play it their way and sit like a horrorshow co-operative malchick in the chair of torture, while they flashed nasty bits of ultra-violence on the screen.; though not on the soundtrack, my brothers. The only sound being music. Then I noticed in all my pain and sickness what music it was that like cracked and boomed. It was Ludwig van – 9th symphony, 4th movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Stop it... stop it, please!!! I beg of you!!! It's a sin!!! It's a sin!!! It's a sin, please!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Brodsky leans forward and turns down the sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRODSKY: What's all this about sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: That!... Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRANOM: Are you referring to the background score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRANOM: You've heard Beethoven before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. BRODSKY: You're keen on music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by *di.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-114160334376850995?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/114160334376850995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=114160334376850995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114160334376850995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/114160334376850995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/03/kubrikiano.html' title='kubrikiano'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-113975467821995557</id><published>2006-02-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:01:49.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer sun*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/vacz.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/vacz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; The Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album:&lt;/strong&gt; Fakebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on darkened streets tonight&lt;br /&gt;i see a simple time&lt;br /&gt;i see the warning light&lt;br /&gt;and the summer comes undone&lt;br /&gt;no sorry closing eyes&lt;br /&gt;no cutting down to size&lt;br /&gt;no other thoughts arise&lt;br /&gt;and the summer come undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on darkened streets tonight&lt;br /&gt;i make a wrong turn right&lt;br /&gt;take in the lonely sight&lt;br /&gt;and the summer comes undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't wait&lt;br /&gt;and i won't have to&lt;br /&gt;i just waste me time alone&lt;br /&gt;'til the summer comes undone&lt;br /&gt;'til the summer comes undone&lt;br /&gt;'til the summer comes undone&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* ¿es alterno ir a la montaña con las all star y que tus pies resientan que lo hayas hecho? consecuencia: pies llenos de curitas, mercurio cromo y algunos días en ojotas playeras como único calzado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-113975467821995557?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/113975467821995557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=113975467821995557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/113975467821995557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/113975467821995557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/02/summer-sun.html' title='summer sun*'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-113959238792001027</id><published>2006-02-10T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:56:41.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i win...amp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/1600/winamporcion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7939/2149/400/winamporcion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;la música de hoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso suena a *grandes valores*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajaun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu volvé... que se te reextraña...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuánto punto suspensivo... ven? ven lo que yo digo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by *di, reo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21270256-113959238792001027?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/113959238792001027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=113959238792001027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/113959238792001027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/113959238792001027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-winamp.html' title='i win...amp'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21270256.post-113778624505175200</id><published>2006-01-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:47:11.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>así habló zaratustra</title><content type='html'>tan tan&lt;br /&gt;tan tan&lt;br /&gt;tan tan&lt;br /&gt;tan tan&lt;br /&gt;taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan&lt;br /&gt;tan&lt;br /&gt;tan&lt;br /&gt;chan chaaaaannnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por algo escribo en un blog y no en partituras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si empezamos hoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*las cosas se hacen bien o no se hacen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by *di, reo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4175/1246/1600/entiquetaymadariaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4175/1246/400/entiquetaymadariaga.jpg" 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/21270256-113778624505175200?l=realterna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/feeds/113778624505175200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21270256&amp;postID=113778624505175200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/113778624505175200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21270256/posts/default/113778624505175200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realterna.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-habl-zaratustra.html' title='así habló zaratustra'/><author><name>re@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452657938441709712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e313/realterna/reprofile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
