<?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-1752827785177753105</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:28:37.131-07:00</updated><category term='una mierda mas'/><category term='faso'/><category term='droga'/><category term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>Fausto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-364774484761156275</id><published>2009-10-07T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:37:36.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y es así... como que siempre pienso pelotudeces, siempre intento cambiar las cosas , siempre siempre...&lt;br /&gt;A veces en el deber SER, a veces perdido por el mundo Colgado, como quieras llamarle.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que volví a esto , nosé porque , debe ser del aburrimiento o porque no estás..&lt;br /&gt;También creo haber dicho... que andaba a mil, qe no tenia tiempo.. y es un BAJON&lt;br /&gt;porque ahora nada... estoy aburrido cansado.. y quiero verte, aunque nosé como&lt;br /&gt;quiero ver personas, quiero salir qiuero jasiodajsoidjasiodnoiasdj ESO&lt;br /&gt; Musica. eso tmb quiero..&lt;br /&gt;muchos quiero muchos agh.. ya ni se porque escribo esto..&lt;br /&gt;chau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-364774484761156275?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/364774484761156275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=364774484761156275' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/364774484761156275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/364774484761156275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-es-asi.html' title=''/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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-1752827785177753105.post-9104773338461059579</id><published>2009-02-26T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:15:39.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='una mierda mas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faso'/><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/Sad2rQSjHPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/43dpAK3iXV0/s1600-h/frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/Sad2rQSjHPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/43dpAK3iXV0/s200/frontal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307341171358637298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;Te llamo en la mitad de la noche&lt;br /&gt;       Como una luciérnaga sin luz&lt;br /&gt;       Estabas ahi como una soplete quemándose&lt;br /&gt;       Yo era una llave que necesitaba una vuelta&lt;br /&gt;       Tan cansado que no podia ni dormir&lt;br /&gt;       Tantos secretos que no podia guardar&lt;br /&gt;       Me prometí que no lloraría&lt;br /&gt;       Una promesa más que no podría cumplir&lt;br /&gt;       Parece que nadie me puede ayudar ahora,&lt;br /&gt;       Estoy en lo profundo, no hay salida&lt;br /&gt;       Esta vez en realidad me deje&lt;br /&gt;       Tren fugitivo, nunca regresar&lt;br /&gt;       El camino equivocado en vias de un solo sentido&lt;br /&gt;       Parece que deberia llegar a alguna parte&lt;br /&gt;       De alguna manera no estoy ni aquí ni allá&lt;br /&gt;       ¿Me puedes ayudar a recordar cómo sonreír?&lt;br /&gt;       Haz de alguna manera que todo parezca que lo vale&lt;br /&gt;       ¿Como en el mundo pude cansarme tanto?&lt;br /&gt;       La vida es un misterio parece tan decolorada&lt;br /&gt;       Yo puedo ir a donde nadie mas puede ir&lt;br /&gt;       Yo sé lo que nadie mas sabe&lt;br /&gt;       Aquí estoy, solo un ahogado en la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;       Con un boleto en un tren fugitivo&lt;br /&gt;       Y todo parece preciso,&lt;br /&gt;       Día y noche, tierra y cielo,&lt;br /&gt;       De alguna manera simplemente no lo creo&lt;br /&gt;       Tren fugitivo, nunca regresar&lt;br /&gt;       El camino equivocado en vias de un solo sentido&lt;br /&gt;       Parece que deberia llegar a alguna parte&lt;br /&gt;       De alguna manera no estoy ni aquí ni allá&lt;br /&gt;       Compre un boleto para un tren fugitivo&lt;br /&gt;       Como un hombre loco que ríe en la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;       Un poco fuera de tacto, un poco loco&lt;br /&gt;       Es mas fácil que lidiar con el dolor&lt;br /&gt;       Tren Fugitivo, nunca regresar&lt;br /&gt;       El camino equivocado en vias de un solo sentido&lt;br /&gt;       Parece que deberia llegar a alguna parte&lt;br /&gt;       De alguna manera no estoy ni aquí ni allá&lt;br /&gt;       Huye tren, nunca regresar&lt;br /&gt;       Huye tren, rasgando las vias&lt;br /&gt;       Huye tren, quemándose en mis venas&lt;br /&gt;       Yo huyo pero siempre parece lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-9104773338461059579?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/9104773338461059579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=9104773338461059579' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/9104773338461059579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/9104773338461059579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/2009/02/runaway-train.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/Sad2rQSjHPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/43dpAK3iXV0/s72-c/frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-1839032106262703429</id><published>2009-01-02T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:05:35.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cada vez te siento mas lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cada vez pienso en vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sin otro motivo más que pedirte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eso que no podés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eso que no querés darme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y que se yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Al optimismo lo perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PODES HERIRME , PODES JUGAR CONMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aunque sí, tengo sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sin vos nena no puedo estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;este mundo , nos lleva a perder la cabeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y esta soledad Mata x dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo no te pido nada imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Solo quiero estar con vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lo intentemos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-1839032106262703429?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/1839032106262703429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=1839032106262703429' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/1839032106262703429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/1839032106262703429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/2009/01/cada-vez-te-siento-mas-lejos-cada-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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-1752827785177753105.post-5119444329762555103</id><published>2009-01-02T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:59:23.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Él Escapó , el se fue olvidando su pasado, su feliz pasado buscaba ese amor que quizás no estaba aquí-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y sí tenia entusiasmo.. de encontrarla y corres tras de ella por ese camino,  ese que pocos encuentran . Pero ella tomó otro camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cansado de pelear Ya , pensó en quitarse la vida pero no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero ella fué mas fuerte que él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y se fue buscandola en otro camino , otro lugar en donde quizás si acepte esa propuesta tan deseada por él &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HE RUNAWAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-5119444329762555103?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/5119444329762555103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><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-1752827785177753105.post-4207770634807550350</id><published>2009-01-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:53:08.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y si te hiero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERIME , IGNORAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ESO TE HACE FELIZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MI UNICA FELICIDAD ES HABLAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HABLAR CON VOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIN PERDER ESE ALIENTO DE LA OPORTUNIDAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Algun DIA SE DARA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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hiero?'/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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-1752827785177753105.post-5419263986467268327</id><published>2008-12-22T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:24:32.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si a tu corazón yo llego igual&lt;br /&gt;Todo siempre se podrá elegir&lt;br /&gt;No me escribas la pared&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero estar entre tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si acaso no brillara el sol&lt;br /&gt;Y quedara yo atrapado aquí&lt;br /&gt;No veria la razón&lt;br /&gt;De seguir viviendo sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo&lt;br /&gt;Buscando tu querer&lt;br /&gt;No queda más que el viento&lt;br /&gt;No queda mas que el viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si acaso no brillara el sol&lt;br /&gt;Y quedara yo atrapado aquí&lt;br /&gt;No veria la razón&lt;br /&gt;De seguir viviendo sin tu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-5419263986467268327?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/5419263986467268327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=5419263986467268327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/5419263986467268327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/5419263986467268327'/><link 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popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Psicodélica alborada con amantes entrenadas&lt;br /&gt;Preguntándome en silencio en que ciudad estaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperté con odio y resquemor&lt;br /&gt;La sombra de la frustración&lt;br /&gt;Se sierne sobre mi cara&lt;br /&gt;Resentido y agrio sin porque&lt;br /&gt;Fui recordando el drama que soñé&lt;br /&gt;Soñé ser critico de rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si queres un empujón&lt;br /&gt;Te invito a mi camarín&lt;br /&gt;Con hermosas mujeres que regalan desnudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperte con odio y resquemor&lt;br /&gt;La sombra de la frustración&lt;br /&gt;Se sierne sobre mi cara&lt;br /&gt;Resentido y agrio sin porque&lt;br /&gt;Fui recordando el drama que soñé&lt;br /&gt;Soñé ser critico de rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser el vapor de fantasas no me dejara llorar&lt;br /&gt;La fiesta que nunca termina y la amistad artificial&lt;br /&gt;Pobre infeliz nunca descansará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;Tan freak, tan freak, tan freak y tan popular&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-8265854436862577416?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/8265854436862577416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1752827785177753105.post-4838824771849653538</id><published>2008-11-25T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:38:42.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mascota del Sistema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sé que muchos ESCUCHARON , VIERON esto en otro lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Pero  aplaudo este Título&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;me RIO de los que consumen Gastan su dinero en GENTE MAS INTELIGENTE QUE USTEDES, abran los ojos no se dejen dominar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;EL COMERCIO y LA MASA van de la mano SIEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;intento cambiar de parecer a esta gente pero es inutil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;LO UNICO QUE HACEN ES ETIQUETARSE "Como bien INVENTÓ eso el Sistema"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"vos tenes que ser vos y a  la mierda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;dejar de depender que te VENDAN los CHUPINES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;y QUE TE FIRMEN El flog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;AHÍ VAS A CRECER COMO PERSONA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;diria YO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;El comercio SE APROVECHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;aprendan a no ser consumistasss CUANTAS VECES LO VOY A REPETIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;el LUJO es VULGARIDAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;y la nada no es nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Solo es un HUMILDE OPINION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;para la gente que se hace llamar O cree TENER una "TRIBU" como denomino el comercio&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;en mi vida... habia escuchado esto "TRIBU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tribu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; es un conjunto de personas que proceden generalmente de una FAMILIA o de la asociación de varias familias, que habitan un poblado o aldea en un territorio geográfico definido, que están dirigidas por las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;personas mayores (jefes o patriarcas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;personas mayores (jefes o patriarcas) = COMERCIO&lt;br /&gt;gente ALIMENTA COMERCIO&lt;br /&gt;con sus compras innecesarias por VESTIRSE igual que la MASA&lt;br /&gt;igual que todos&lt;br /&gt;que falta de PERSONALIDAD&lt;br /&gt;no te digo que no compres ropa&lt;br /&gt;TE DIGO QUE TE PONGAS LO QUE TE GUSTA&lt;br /&gt;NO lo qe TE HACEN PONER&lt;br /&gt;repito tanto esto...&lt;br /&gt;xk sé que a algunos les cuesta aprender, PUES por eso están en la masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LES SURGE LA NECESIDAD DE SER LIBRES?&lt;br /&gt;NO LES SURGE LA NECESIDAD DE SER DIFERENTE QUE OTRO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEJA DE IMITAR POSTURAS.! MIRATE UN POCO Y DIME SI NO ES VERDAAAD! NEW YORK CITY CLON! NEW YORK CITY CLONN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NECESITAS VER SUS FOTOS PARA VESTIRTE Y POSAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NECESITAS LEER SUS LETRAS PARA SABER QUE HABLAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NECESITAS VER SUS VIDEOS PARA SABER COMO ACTUAAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y TU ME HABLAS DE LIBERTAD Y ESTAS ATADO A SU FORMA DE SER! ACASO LOS SUPUESTOS PENSANTES SE TRANSFORMARON EN ROBOT, SE TRANSFORMARON EN ROBOOTT! MIRATE UN POCO Y DIME SI NO ES VERDAD, ERES DE LA BUENOS AIRES HARDCORE O DE LA NEW YORK CITY CLON BOY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOO BOSTON, NOO WASHINGTON DC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO U.S.A HARDCORE POOOSEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW YORK CITY CLON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW YORK CITY CLOONN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esto no cambia nada&lt;br /&gt;solo es un grito&lt;br /&gt;un aliento&lt;br /&gt;UN INTENTO de EXPRESION hacia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-4838824771849653538?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/4838824771849653538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=4838824771849653538' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/4838824771849653538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/4838824771849653538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/2008/11/mascota-del-sistema-s-que-muchos.html' title=''/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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-1752827785177753105.post-2476939109273331458</id><published>2008-11-24T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:19:00.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;De hoje em diante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Vou modificar o meu modo de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Naquele instante que você partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Destruiu nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SStueXXrK1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ES6LnbmXwpk/s1600-h/100_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SStueXXrK1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ES6LnbmXwpk/s200/100_0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272429256715742034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Agora não vou mais chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Cansei de esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; De esperar enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; E pra começar eu só vou gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; De quem gosta de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Não quero com isso dizer que o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Não é bom sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; A vida é tão bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Quando a gente ama e tem um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Por isso é que eu vou mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Não quero ficar chorando até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; E pra não chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Eu só vou gostar de quem gosta de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Não vai ser fácil eu bem sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Eu já procurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Não encontrei meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; A vida é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Eu falo por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Pois eu vivo sem ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SStueXXrK1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ES6LnbmXwpk/s72-c/100_0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-5609222981278346934</id><published>2008-11-01T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:41:00.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Con Vos es mejor Solo Con VOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hoy me siento a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;cada vez más y te quiero a mi lado, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;cada vez más, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQ0E47Qt9nI/AAAAAAAAABw/mg98ORmn4X0/s1600-h/Ch3-WP-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQ0E47Qt9nI/AAAAAAAAABw/mg98ORmn4X0/s200/Ch3-WP-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263868915492976242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tus sentimientos me impulsan a vivir mejor, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;el mal tiempo ya no importa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;contigo es mejor, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cuando el silencio aprieta mis sentidos y no hay escape, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no hay salida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;te abrazo, tomo tu mano, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;para seguir caminando rumbo a lo desconocido con temor, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pero contigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;así es mejor, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cada vez más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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VOS'/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQ0E47Qt9nI/AAAAAAAAABw/mg98ORmn4X0/s72-c/Ch3-WP-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-1853902256083985668</id><published>2008-10-23T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:21:26.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQEUplaPecI/AAAAAAAAABg/ow-0ZsHASiI/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQEUplaPecI/AAAAAAAAABg/ow-0ZsHASiI/s200/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508544394820034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ya lo sabemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Todos tenemos un poco de miedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Cuesta levantarse a veces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Y saber que anda fue en vano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; El silencio es cómp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQEU5bS9-LI/AAAAAAAAABo/bYSkvyaFOEM/s1600-h/eaea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SQEU5bS9-LI/AAAAAAAAABo/bYSkvyaFOEM/s200/eaea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260508816557865138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;lice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; Y la angustia, el dolor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;De los días vuelven cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Y las cosas cambian fácil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Una vez no ves y otra vez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Crees que todo es al revés.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya lo sabemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Todos tenemos un poco de miedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A veces hay q mentir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; A veces hay que decir la verdad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Y otras veces hay que callar, y seguir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Como muelas que se rompen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Como dientes que se asfixian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Y seguir, y seguir, y seguir....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; A veces hay que matar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; A veces hay que saber perdonar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Y otras veces hay que olvidar, y reír...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Como el miedo de la noche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Como el miedo en la mañana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Y seguir, y seguir, y seguir....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Ya lo sabemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Todos tenemos un poco de miedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Como muelas que se rompen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Como dientes que se asfixian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Y seguir, y seguir, y seguir....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Ya lo sabemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Todos tenemos un poco de miedo.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Filma mirtha filma (8) xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-1853902256083985668?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/1853902256083985668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=1853902256083985668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-8241535008063537811</id><published>2008-10-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:30:16.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tengo el corazón abierto &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  todo el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puede v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;er un camino para correr &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;tengo el alma en un desierto &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;todo el mundo puede ser un camino para crece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Todo el mundo dice q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;ue mi amor es en vano &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;y que llevo siglos esperando nacer &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;esperando nacer. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yo te he visto en el pasado &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;con tu cara de jarrón y tu mundo hecho de clisés &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;que esperás ahí al costado del camino &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;no escuchaste esta canción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;  todo el mundo te quiere ver. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tengo la esperanza de encontrar un sonido &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  y un amor tan grande que te pueda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; envolver &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  por Dios escuchame. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;  Te imaginas el lamento &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;de la gente y su manual de las cosas que nunca fueron &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  y el olor de los jazmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;es viejos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;y la angustia sensación de que el tiempo se echó a perder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Soy un solitario transmitiendo un mensaje &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;  escribiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt; frases para poder creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SPvev1pJg7I/AAAAAAAAABM/OoIDOhwCTYo/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SPvev1pJg7I/AAAAAAAAABM/OoIDOhwCTYo/s200/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259041903320073138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nacer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  esperando nacer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  esperando nacer &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  esperando nacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752827785177753105-8241535008063537811?l=punksonico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/feeds/8241535008063537811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752827785177753105&amp;postID=8241535008063537811' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/8241535008063537811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752827785177753105/posts/default/8241535008063537811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punksonico.blogspot.com/2008/10/tengo-el-corazn-abierto-todo-el-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SPvev1pJg7I/AAAAAAAAABM/OoIDOhwCTYo/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-7377951942509122029</id><published>2008-10-16T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:08:08.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SPdmdXEjoLI/AAAAAAAAABE/19ntIaMONz8/s1600-h/boom+boom+kid+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SPdmdXEjoLI/AAAAAAAAABE/19ntIaMONz8/s200/boom+boom+kid+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257783744573710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Golpea tu puerta&lt;/span&gt; cuando el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fin &lt;/span&gt;esta cerca y nada es claro mundo real! golpea tu puerta cuando el fin esta cerca y nada es claro entonces olvida esa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mierda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; olvida esa basura y todas aquellas cosas que te&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; deprimen&lt;/span&gt; el mundo real esta completo de color si va a brillar &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;él te pertenece!&lt;/span&gt; mundo real... golpea tu puerta cuando el fin esta cerca y nada es claro mundo real! golpea tu puerta cuando el fin esta cerca y nada es claro entonces olvida esa mierda, olvida esa basura y todas aquellas cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;as que te deprimen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;el mundo real esta completo de color si va a brillar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>RonDiaMonD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768372823879203457</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SPdmdXEjoLI/AAAAAAAAABE/19ntIaMONz8/s72-c/boom+boom+kid+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752827785177753105.post-5198601729280928348</id><published>2008-05-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:17:49.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SD9f9JWryEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4iHqWBQ112E/s1600-h/13-02-07_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SD9f9JWryEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4iHqWBQ112E/s200/13-02-07_1946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205985198351304770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SD9fs5WryDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4MtmL3qPjco/s1600-h/13-02-07_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9XBkXdFbFA/SD9fs5WryDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4MtmL3qPjco/s200/13-02-07_1945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205984919178430514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;inmensa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; pero.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;esos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; segundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;el mundo se nubla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;La gota del vaso revalsa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;y se terminan mis momentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Solo canto para llenar mi corazon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;sacar esa tristeza y melancolia que guardo adentro no es fácil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;quiero adaptarme a esta sociedad pero no puedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;siento que no soy de este mundo..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soy diferente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o quizás la felicidad... está simplemente en la vereda del frente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;pero nunca voy a cruzarla por miedo a perder la que tengo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;" &gt;esos minutos de felicidad.. son tan inmensos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que nunca cruzaría esa vereda... quiero ser como soy , pero la sociedad solo dicta violencia , mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; actitud...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;solo quiero escapar de esta realidad...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;QUIERO VIVIR&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: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;o&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;n&lt;span style="font-family: 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