<?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-8917840268836872515</id><updated>2011-09-07T09:20:30.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corazon remendado</title><subtitle type='html'>corazon remendado soy yo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-8895913131470860857</id><published>2011-07-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:52:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corazon de azucar</title><content type='html'>Corazon de azucar que se deshace con cada suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Corazon de azucar que se cristaliza con cada momento del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-5106220528161118873</id><published>2011-02-16T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:04:49.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no mas corazon remendado</title><content type='html'>Ya no soy un corazon remendado, nuevamente las viejas costuras se descosen, se abren y vacian todo lo que llevaba dentro.Vuelvo a ser un corazon solitario en busca del costurero que pueda ayudar a remendar las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribo creyendo que algun dia leeras todo esto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me criaron creyendo en la esperanza y la fe.Tal vez eso me hace seguir en pie aun...esperando!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-5539983378854594162</id><published>2010-06-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:30:16.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody gotta learn sometimes</title><content type='html'>Change your heart&lt;br /&gt;Look around you&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart&lt;br /&gt;It will astound you&lt;br /&gt;I need your lovin'Like the sunshineEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeChange your heartLook around youChange your heartWill astound youI need your lovin'Like the sunshineEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeI need your lovin'Like the sunshineEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometimeEverybody's gotta learn sometime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-5539983378854594162?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/5539983378854594162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/06/everybody-gotta-learn-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/5539983378854594162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/5539983378854594162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/06/everybody-gotta-learn-sometimes.html' title='everybody gotta learn sometimes'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-1257565158070734605</id><published>2010-06-21T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:20:25.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 de junio</title><content type='html'>Son las 10:11 am, Chile juega contra Suiza.&lt;br /&gt;Mi dia comenzo a las 7:30, desperte..quise seguir durmiendo y ya era muy tarde; mis neuronas habian comenzado su trabajo diario.&lt;br /&gt;Ese trabajo que tanto odio! Revivir recuerdos, llevarlos de un lugar a otro, intentar esconderlos, provocar esta pena que ya comienza a debilitarme. Ellas quieren decirme algo, quieren que tome una desicion, no puedo seguir asi.Han pasado varios dias desde el dia D, y aun me cuesta trabajo ponerme en pie, salir a la calle y disfrutar de la escasa luz que el sol nos regala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un hoyo negro en mi corazon, por ahi se fugan todos ese pequeños momentos de calor. Intento poner mi mano sobre el pecho, para evitar que se escapen, pero la fuerza es mas grande, los arrancan de mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-1257565158070734605?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/1257565158070734605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/06/21-de-junio.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/1257565158070734605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/1257565158070734605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/06/21-de-junio.html' title='21 de junio'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-3417510750959623621</id><published>2010-05-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:06:12.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knock out</title><content type='html'>Esos golpes duros y secos uno tras otro...&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo yace vacio, las lagrimas ya se secaron, y la sangre dejo de correr. NO hay rastros de lo que pudo ser, no hay recuerdos de los buenos momentos, todo quedo ahi, en el piso...cuando decidiste dar el ultimo toque; cuando ya todo estaba suspendido sobre una delgada linea de seguridad y amor.&lt;br /&gt;Intentar mantener el equilibrio en esas circunstancias hace que todo sea aun mas dificil de lo que estamos acostumbrados a soportar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Hasta cuando resistir? ¿Cuanto es lo debidamente correcto y sano?&lt;br /&gt;Mis neuronas en este momento hacen la peor de las sinapsis; escribo motivada por la necesidad de una catarsis que me lleve a estar en paz.Coartas mis emociones e ideas, mis ideales, sueños y esperanzas, ¿Porque seguir en el camino? ¿Porque no hacerte a un lado y dejar que las cenizas se esparzan y vuelen lejos de aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como cada episodio frio de mi vida, Señoras y Señores....¡¡ Demosle la bienvienida a los viejos y ya conocidos escalofrios del corazon!!! (Un aplauso fuerte por favor)&lt;br /&gt;Un tiro en la cabeza puede ser certero para acabar con esta procesion que me deja agonica con cada herida profunda que provocas en mi.Tragate tus palabras, tragate tu demostraciones FALSAS de "AMOR". Perdi el pulso, los latidos y el calor.Te los llevaste con el ultimo suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomitar esta rabia que me provoca un cancer  en mis entrañas. Escupir en tu cara toda esa mierda barata que confundi con amor.Tu no puedes amar a nadie.Es duro afrontarlo, pero es la simple realidad que me toco vivir por elegirte una y mil veces. Ya no vale la pena querer reparar el diamante que alguna vez tuve en mis manosy que se callo al pavimento, se estrello con furia y se rompio, no hay solucion.Ya no hay solucion!!! Ya no quieres solucion!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vencer el miedo, la melancolia, y la inseguridad de pasar el otoño a solas, sin ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-3417510750959623621?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/3417510750959623621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/05/knock-out.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3417510750959623621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3417510750959623621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/05/knock-out.html' title='knock out'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-118510377063726422</id><published>2010-03-25T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:17:20.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peace (piss) off</title><content type='html'>get out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;get out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;im so high&lt;br /&gt;im not righ&lt;br /&gt;im a fucking junkie&lt;br /&gt;high!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-118510377063726422?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-3667259662624401659</id><published>2010-03-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T06:43:23.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>ser dejada a un lado, postergarme, comprenderte una y otra vez, tus secretos, tus cosas raras, no me dan seguridad, no me dan confianza y eso me hacen cada vez mas daño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay solucion, se desgarra mi corazon, mis manos tiemblan con cada idea de lo que nos esta pasando.tengo miedo y a ti eso te importa un carajo.&lt;br /&gt;no mas no mas no mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-3667259662624401659?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/3667259662624401659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/shit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3667259662624401659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3667259662624401659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-2585225245944262957</id><published>2010-03-01T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:25:35.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall-ing in love</title><content type='html'>Cayendo en otoño sobre los brazos del amor&lt;br /&gt;Enamorarse en otoño&lt;br /&gt;Otoño enamorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-2585225245944262957?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/2585225245944262957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/fall-ing-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/2585225245944262957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/2585225245944262957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/fall-ing-in-love.html' title='fall-ing in love'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-7094314195679852169</id><published>2010-03-01T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:22:55.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one love way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mis dedos que recorren tu perfil, mientras duermes placidamente sobre mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;El calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; que nos ata, mientras afuera es otoño, los bailes a solas, mientras la musica que nos mueve es solo  el ritmo de los cuerpos que practican la complicidad eterna de unirse una y otra vez.Loca de amor, podria escribir mil libros de poemas absurdos dedicados a este amante que me roba los suspiros, los sueños y el llanto. No me interesa encontrar la razon, perdidamente confundida, me libero de las convensiones y la rectitud.Amar se trata de lanzar tu corazon por los aires, que de mil vueltas y que caiga en las manos indicadas.Si vas por el mundo vestida de gris, no seras la diferencia para nadie, no haras punto aparte y nadie podra notar tu maravillosa particularidad; entonces es por eso que grito mil veces, que me siento dichosa de estar loca, me enorgullese la tierna estupidez en la que me sumerges, porque sé que tarde o temprano, me veras y te sentiras dichoso de encontrarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-7094314195679852169?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/7094314195679852169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-love-way.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/7094314195679852169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/7094314195679852169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-love-way.html' title='one love way'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-2254959300138926559</id><published>2010-03-01T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:08:46.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piel de juguete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No pares, no dejes de tocar mi piel, juega con mis piernas, yo te besare los pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-2254959300138926559?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/2254959300138926559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/piel-de-juguete.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/2254959300138926559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/2254959300138926559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/piel-de-juguete.html' title='Piel de juguete'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-1445243771246291212</id><published>2010-03-01T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:10:17.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo pasa..,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y se lleva consigo los minutos de calor, de pasion y ternura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mantener el paso firme, para que los vientos de tormentas no me dejen en el suelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de las dudas, de las madejas de lana que enrollan mi mente en momentos de angustia, deseo permanecer aqui, para que jamas  puedas perderme de vista; para que cuando te sientas triste, sean mis manos las que te den el calor que tanto buscas para tu corazon de piedra. No me dejes en la inmensidad de la noche, que le temo a los monstruos terribles que desean comer mi corazon de dulce. Solo quedate arrimado a mi cuerpo, como tantas noches en donde somos complices. Tranquila en las olas que abaten mis ideas, lograre darte todo lo que esperas, mi piel se convertira en acero, mientras espero a que todo pase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-1445243771246291212?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/1445243771246291212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-tiempo-pasa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/1445243771246291212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/1445243771246291212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-tiempo-pasa.html' title='El tiempo pasa..,'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-6251795197080335657</id><published>2010-02-24T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:06:18.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/S4W-2HF3yqI/AAAAAAAAACA/9tNB5qz8qAA/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/S4W-2HF3yqI/AAAAAAAAACA/9tNB5qz8qAA/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441965561573001890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recuerdos vividos, instantes llenos de emoción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdurar en el tiempo, el sacrificio maximo para que todo este esfuerzo valga la pena. No me doy por vencida, la sangre que recorre mi cuerpo cada vez es mas imbatible, resistente a todo el dolor y los golpes bajos. No temas por favor, mi compañia esta vez sera lo mas eterna posible.Cuando creas que mis pies comienzan a elevarse muy alto, tan solo sujeta mi mano y no me dejaras ir.Cuidame, para que cada agradecimiento sea para ti. Amame que mi corazon te pertenece y por ultimo, alegra mi vida de colores, llena de tatuajes mi mente, para que jamas pueda borrar los recuerdos vividos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para el Pecoso que se robo mi corazon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-6251795197080335657?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/6251795197080335657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/02/color.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6251795197080335657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6251795197080335657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/02/color.html' title='color'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/S4W-2HF3yqI/AAAAAAAAACA/9tNB5qz8qAA/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-12330523568521097</id><published>2010-01-26T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:39:57.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dejame contarte una historia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/S199Rr20QhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0aLD_IK-5sQ/s1600-h/elo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/S199Rr20QhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0aLD_IK-5sQ/s400/elo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431197418415997458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En donde seamos los proganistas con un final feliz. Personajes de cuentos para niños, carentes de maldad y odio, con bolsillos llenos de ternura y paciencia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Libres de prejuicios y verguenzas, impulsados solo por la pasion de ser consecuentes y espontaneos. Viviendo una  fantasia en donde no existen brujas ni dragones devoradores de corazon. Solos, tu y yo, entregandonos una y mil promesas de amor, cerrando los ojos y abriendolos en nuestros sueños.Dame la mano, dejame mostrarte el camino a mi manera, no te aceleres ni te espantes; no hay nada que temer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podemos navegar en el botecito del amor, juntos remar por olas desconocidas, tu dirigiendo el timon, eres el mas cuerdo, el mas apropiado para hacer de guia.Yo elevando las velas, con mis eternas ganas de llegar mas y mas alto; puedo hacer que volemos muy lejos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dejame contarte una y mil veces que mis ganas de correr junto a ti me hacen imaginar mas y mas. Podria inventarnos en miles de cuidades, juntos patinando por Boston, corriendo olas en Hawaii, comiendo pizzas en Milan, devorando miles de chocolates en Suiza. Quieres ser mi personaje favorito? pues dime que sí y seras el  protagonista de mi capitulo amoroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-12330523568521097?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/12330523568521097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/01/dejame-contarte-una-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/12330523568521097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/12330523568521097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2010/01/dejame-contarte-una-historia.html' title='dejame contarte una historia...'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/S199Rr20QhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0aLD_IK-5sQ/s72-c/elo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-6374095818494894244</id><published>2009-12-15T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:40:41.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rise against</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SyflfRW9_1I/AAAAAAAAABw/URZP04Fr_P0/s1600-h/caricatura+pupi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SyflfRW9_1I/AAAAAAAAABw/URZP04Fr_P0/s400/caricatura+pupi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415549402334756690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dejame quererte, dejame abrazarte.Deja que mi cuerpo se duerma arrimado al tuyo.Deja que cuente tus pecas, que mis sueños sean los tuyos.Deja tomar tu mano y no soltarte otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mis errores, una y otra vez me pasan la cuenta.Estoy cansada de aquellos corazones duros y enfriados que no permiten caidas.Soy ser humano, me equivoco y a menudo hago todo mal; a pesar de eso, siempre busco el perdon.A veces el tiempo corre, se te hace tarde, pero sabes que aun no se ha ido por completo.Entonces ¿que hacer? enmendar y curar.Eso es lo que intento hacer ahora.Enmendar.Curar.Sanar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dejame sanarte, dejame curarte, deja enmendar esas heridas que he provocado en ti.Deja que tome con amor, nuevamente tu corazon, y colmarlo de besos.Deja que te cuide, que no te volvere a dejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-6374095818494894244?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/6374095818494894244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/12/rise-against.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-1783949152153937515</id><published>2009-12-15T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:40:23.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toma mi mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;toma mi mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y vivamos dentro de los sueños que dejamos atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;toma mi mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y movamonos a un lugar en donde nuestras vidas sean mejores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;toma mi mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;si es que tu quieres tomarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-3503794792497924975</id><published>2009-12-12T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:40:08.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aparta mi camino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me dejaste fuera una y otra vez.No te perdonare ni una más!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-3503794792497924975?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/3503794792497924975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/12/aparta-mi-camino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3503794792497924975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3503794792497924975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/12/aparta-mi-camino.html' title='aparta mi camino'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-6273120905931094858</id><published>2009-12-12T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:38:49.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my inside your heart (Rise Against)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fight back the impulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To turn my head and close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spending these nights awake and cold and paralyzed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wonder how we got this far and never realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The common thread that binds our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can help you if you can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we'll live inside the dreams we left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we move from this place to a better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(If you take my hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fight back the feeling that you always could deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anything but everything we know is just a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I cremate this memory and watch the darkened ashes rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And beneath the smoke I'll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And ask you if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll promise not to ever let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause this hope is greater than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Take my hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is all I'll ever ask of you to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fight back the urges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turn my head and close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And will I wake tomorrow still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I'm still sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're still living in a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That isn't yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(That isn't yours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my life inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll promise not to ever let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause this hope is greater than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Take my hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is all I'll ever ask of you to show&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/8917840268836872515-6273120905931094858?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/6273120905931094858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-inside-your-heart-rise-against.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6273120905931094858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6273120905931094858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-inside-your-heart-rise-against.html' title='my inside your heart (Rise Against)'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-7104225110146104557</id><published>2009-11-05T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:39:26.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuerda floja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La angustia acompañada por Calamaro.Las lagrimas que se secan con el frio del ventilador, mi cabeza agonizando en los recuerdos.No deseo anestesia, si me vas a odiar hazlo de una vez, no me implores piedad.Matame con tus propias manos, toma mi cuello y destrozalo, arrancame los suspiros y comete los latidos del maldito corazon que late mas rapido y mas fuerte, cuando te siento cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soy despreciable, soy animal carroñero.Me alimento de la putrefaccion de mis actos.Mato todo lo que me ama.Acostumbrada al abandono de un ser amado, prefiero ser yo quien se despoja del cariño y admiracion.Preguntame si te amo, y mi respuesta sera afirmativa, preguntame si me quedare a tu lado, y de seguro correre la mirada! No tengo certeza de mi compañia, jamas he logrado mantenerme firme y segura.El viento mas suave me lanza al piso, marchita mi piel y me hace huir.No mal interpretes mis jugadas.Jamás he querido manipular tus manos.Me siento imbecilmente sucia.No quiero dejarte.No me resigno a tu perdida.Te amo hasta la locura.Pero tengo miedo.No quiero agonizar lentamente. Tengo miedo, tengo miedo, tengo miedo, por eso vivo corriendo a otros brazos para que me den un poco de calor, un calor al fin y al cabo pasajero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-7104225110146104557?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/7104225110146104557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuerda-floja.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/7104225110146104557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/7104225110146104557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuerda-floja.html' title='cuerda floja'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-6936373722317963958</id><published>2009-11-02T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:39:48.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cabeza rota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada vez es mas insostenible esto de manejar mis temblores.Me odio a mi misma por haber permitido que me rompieran la cabeza.Me vaciaron, me despojaron de mi tranquilidad y a cambio, insertaron en mi, sentimientos hostiles, la locura y el miedo.Odio que me hayan traumado con tantas bofetadas en el corazon.Me siento enferma y quiero estar bien.Me siento debil y quiero ser fuerte.Quiero decir basta ya! es hora de caminar segura, de sentirme libre de las culpas.Me siento atada a los recuerdos pervesos, inconcientemente repito las jugadas, muevo las mismas piezas y todo vuelve a suceder, una y otra vez.Ya son habituales los escalofrios que me paralizan. Ante la menor provocacion, me lanzan contra el paredon, y quebrantan mis huesos.Lo unico que poseo en este momento, son las ganas de amarte y querer ser amada. Te arriesgaste, no se si te sientes orgulloso de eso, pero lo agradezco.Te dije una y mil veces que las cosas junto a mi no serian nada de faciles, vivo en una constante guerra que me hace aniquilar cualquier bello sentimiento que me rodea.El autoboicot. Quienes fuimos  torturados , vivimos coartados por la rabia  que nos llena de desprecio propio.Buscamos ser odiados, es mucho mas fácil! Sobrellevo con normalidad la pena, pero el amor, el amor me vulnerabiliza.No quiero ser abandonada, menos por ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sabes cuanto me cuesta controlar cada uno de mis pasos.Trato de avanzar decidida, pero mis pies acostumbrados a la fragilidad, hacen que me desplome con cada arrebato espontaneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi cabeza me lleva la delantera, está en un constante bamboleo de emociones.El vértigo es mi mejor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Necesito que me amarres a la cama, si es que quieres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;te amo y me duele tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-6936373722317963958?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/6936373722317963958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/11/cabeza-rota.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6936373722317963958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6936373722317963958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/11/cabeza-rota.html' title='cabeza rota'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-3446764932455761804</id><published>2009-09-19T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:08:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in love</title><content type='html'>cayendo en el amor!&lt;br /&gt;Siempre he analizado el significado etimologico de esta simple expresion. Todos sabemos, claro, que significa "Enamorarse", pues para mi su significado es mucho mas profundo que eso!&lt;br /&gt;¿Porque elegir esas palabras? Fall...significa caer! Entonces Falling in love es caer de golpe, sin previo aviso, en los brazos de este maravilloso sentimiento......que es el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tratar de explicar mis ideas en este momento es imposible......me llevaria horas escribir a cerca de mis teorias..lo que me interesa es contar que estoy cayendo adentro del amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-3446764932455761804?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/3446764932455761804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3446764932455761804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/3446764932455761804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/09/falling-in-love.html' title='falling in love'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-8188423792716797070</id><published>2009-07-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:24:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabla Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmyRRmJxn_I/AAAAAAAAABo/EIbl1zco9co/s1600-h/tabla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362820987776770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmyRRmJxn_I/AAAAAAAAABo/EIbl1zco9co/s400/tabla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mi nuevo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;el skate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Siempre quise tener uno, pero claro,tenia muchos puntos en contra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que soy mujer, que me podia fracturar cuanto hueso encontrara el pavimento; que es un deporte solo para hombres, que nunca podre saltar nada....blablabla....todos esos inconvenientes que se presentan cuando lo que quieres hacer no va mucho contigo ni con los que te rodea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Desde niña, me he caracterizado por ser la antitesis de la femeneidad. Hablo como hombre, escupo, garabateo y golpeo..entonces cual era el problema de tener un skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ninguno!!! Que paso? Me arme de valor, aproveche una oportunidad y aqui estoy, a mis 24 años, queriendo saltar como niño de 10, intentando sacar trucos basicos, ignorando los comentarios malintencionados de algunos que dicen que estoy un poco vieja para poder practicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por ahora..me da lo mismo..solo quiero poder hacer lo que siempre fue un sueño, volar en skate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cambio y fuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aqui les dejo a mi compañer@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-8188423792716797070?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/8188423792716797070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/tabla-resurrection.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/8188423792716797070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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roman;"&gt;buscando el ritmo perfecto para bailar&lt;br /&gt;sincronizamos nuestro cuerpos en cada paso&lt;br /&gt;firmes y delicados&lt;br /&gt;agitados&lt;br /&gt;suspirando con cada respiro&lt;br /&gt;el aire se nos escapa&lt;br /&gt;descanso, me tomas&lt;br /&gt;me levantas&lt;br /&gt;me dejas reposar&lt;br /&gt;me besas&lt;br /&gt;y seguimos en este vaiven&lt;br /&gt;inventando nuestro propio lenguaje&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;cambio y fuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-1585999914283579012?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/1585999914283579012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Transatlanticism Part. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I need you so much closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;do you understand me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;so much closer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you read me every day...when you need kiss me, when you need touch and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I love you freckled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-6514721489291355830?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/6514721489291355830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/transatlanticism-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6514721489291355830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/6514721489291355830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/transatlanticism-part-2.html' title='Transatlanticism Part. 2'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-8727757914050317854</id><published>2009-07-23T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:42:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transatlanticism (Death Cab for Cutie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmjJ7yiBebI/AAAAAAAAABY/WTbDDy2V8PA/s1600-h/Transatlanticism-Death_Cab_for_Cutie_480.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmjJ7yiBebI/AAAAAAAAABY/WTbDDy2V8PA/s400/Transatlanticism-Death_Cab_for_Cutie_480.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361757385398516146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The clouds above opened up and let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When the water filled every hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Making islands where no island should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It seems farther than ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I need you so much closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I need you so much closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So come on, come on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-8727757914050317854?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/8727757914050317854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/transatlanticism-death-cab-for-cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/8727757914050317854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/8727757914050317854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/transatlanticism-death-cab-for-cutie.html' title='Transatlanticism (Death Cab for Cutie)'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmjJ7yiBebI/AAAAAAAAABY/WTbDDy2V8PA/s72-c/Transatlanticism-Death_Cab_for_Cutie_480.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-2057863903033183348</id><published>2009-07-23T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:48:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marca en la piel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmjMTlvklzI/AAAAAAAAABg/GOj0tU5NaZk/s1600-h/ely+cucum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmjMTlvklzI/AAAAAAAAABg/GOj0tU5NaZk/s400/ely+cucum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361759993305798450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;como una cicatriz que llevo por toda mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;una huella del dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;una marca de mil culpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;un recordatorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de mis faltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ver mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mutilado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;acribillado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;masacrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me maltratan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;goma de borrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no es la opcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no hay suficiente para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ocultar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;los trazos de este lapiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;las lineas de la tinta con sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-2057863903033183348?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmjMTlvklzI/AAAAAAAAABg/GOj0tU5NaZk/s72-c/ely+cucum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-4521240587321577427</id><published>2009-07-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:30:25.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions (City and Colour)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmS3Zi9EP2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mOZhCkmiduw/s1600-h/cityan+colour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360611105985281890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmS3Zi9EP2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mOZhCkmiduw/s400/cityan+colour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been up for days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trying to find a way to write my confession down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seems every line I writes amiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At least this I'll admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I never hear that perfect sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then the judge walks and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Boy you cant pretend, You've got to be honest now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"My verdict has come in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It says I'm guilty for my sins this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought I could escape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then I finally felt the weight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of my crimes.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;his is passion, it's not love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Infatuation never ends up right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At least I won't be alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The prosecution rests, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They had convincing evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It seems I've been deceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So now I stand alone and wait for the first stone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To be cast upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My verdict has come in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It says I'm guilty for my sins this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought I could escape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then I finally felt the weight of my crimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is passion, it's not love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Infatuation never ends up right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At least I won't be alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If convicted, I will surely do my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At least I won't be alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Cuz I don't want to be alone tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-4521240587321577427?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/4521240587321577427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-up-for-days-trying-to-find-way.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/4521240587321577427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/4521240587321577427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-up-for-days-trying-to-find-way.html' title='Confessions (City and Colour)'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmS3Zi9EP2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/mOZhCkmiduw/s72-c/cityan+colour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-346890985664133704</id><published>2009-07-20T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:16:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perdidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmStWMfmp0I/AAAAAAAAABI/2ISmTasV3Ac/s1600-h/cucumberge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360600053300242242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmStWMfmp0I/AAAAAAAAABI/2ISmTasV3Ac/s400/cucumberge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdida sola y ausente en esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;quisiera llegar a un hogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;en donde me reciban tus brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdida sola y ausente en esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;quisiera sentirme rica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;para poder regalarte una cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;en la que duermas tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;quiero ser tu almohada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tu mano y tu pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me siento perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perdida sola y ausente en esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-346890985664133704?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/346890985664133704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/perdidos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/346890985664133704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/346890985664133704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/perdidos.html' title='perdidos'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmStWMfmp0I/AAAAAAAAABI/2ISmTasV3Ac/s72-c/cucumberge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-9147821415155958158</id><published>2009-07-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:58:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City and Color (Dallas Green)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmST0VWNFrI/AAAAAAAAABA/cZzOCz2KnQs/s1600-h/Dallas-green-sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360571983770490546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmST0VWNFrI/AAAAAAAAABA/cZzOCz2KnQs/s400/Dallas-green-sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Es sabido por todos aquellos que me conocen; que siempre me caracterizo por tener miles de cosas favoritas. Siempre pueden escucharme diciendo : "Esta es mi banda, color, cancion, dulce, chocolate, zapatilla, helado, pantalon, poleron, polera....favorita". Que puedo decir respecto a City and Colour....la respuesta es obvia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Para mi, que me considero alguien sumamante sensible, encontrar una suave y dulce bandita que te alegre el dia es algo especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Siempre he querido poder llegar a formar el propio soundtrack de mi vida. Incluyendo variados gustos musicales, que parten por el punk, se agitan en el hardcore, se suavizan con el folk mas malancolico y que vuelven a la alegria con esa melodias que te transportan a tu niñez, los veranos en familia, la fruta fresca etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;El trabajo de Dallas Green me viene persiguiendo de hace varios años, cuando su musica eran gritos desesperados, guitarras estremecedoras y vibraciones que te dejaban en estado se sopor absoluto. Me refiero nada mas y nada menos que a AlexisonFire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Descubrir este nuevo Dallas Green es algo conmovedor, sentir que su musica fue madurando contigo, que se fue apasiguando.....pausando..es algo que me alegra y calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente, escucho muchas de sus canciones. Suele suceder que cuando uno tiene mucho tiempo libre(en este caso, estar cesante) uno va descubriendo cosas que a veces has dejado olvidadas. Alegremente, por ahora; a pesar de tener un futuro incierto en cuando al dinero que tendré en mis bolsillos, las necesidades que debo de satisfacer; por otra parte he tenido momentos preciosos que me han llenado el espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido en esos momentos en los que me he visto envuelta en canciones como Death of me, Sometimes, Hello Im in Delawere.......................melodías que me transportan a lugares frescos, suaves, llenos de color y emociones que me agitan, sensaciones que me electrizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que más decir? tomen un gran tazón de té y escuchen a este tipo con cara de nerd !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cambio y fuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-9147821415155958158?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/9147821415155958158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-and-color-dallas-green.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/9147821415155958158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/9147821415155958158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-and-color-dallas-green.html' title='City and Color (Dallas Green)'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/SmST0VWNFrI/AAAAAAAAABA/cZzOCz2KnQs/s72-c/Dallas-green-sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-5650923038619962704</id><published>2009-07-16T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:29:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death of me  (City and Colour)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/Sl9jgduXBFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/b7cEtFDURds/s1600-h/cityandcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111490980217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/Sl9jgduXBFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/b7cEtFDURds/s400/cityandcolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do I have nothing good left to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;People love to drink their troubles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause maybe then I could sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is something that I'll never control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My nerves will be the death of me, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So here's to living life miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe then I could sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is something that I'll never control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My nerves will be the death of me, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally, I could hope for a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn't seem so heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But then again I'll probably always feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At least I know I'll never sleep at night. (Sleep at night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll always lie awake until the morning light. (Til the morning light)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is something that I'll never control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My nerves will be the death of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My nerves will be the death of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My nerves will be the death of me, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-5650923038619962704?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/5650923038619962704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-of-me-city-and-colour.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/5650923038619962704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/5650923038619962704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-of-me-city-and-colour.html' title='death of me  (City and Colour)'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/Sl9jgduXBFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/b7cEtFDURds/s72-c/cityandcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-4691469150418718504</id><published>2009-01-31T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:15:39.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escalofrios de verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vuelven esos asquerosos escalofrios..producidos por recuerdos que atormentan mi memoria.&lt;br /&gt;crei que eran cosa del pasado&lt;br /&gt;pues nuevamente me he equivocado; cuando creo que las cosas se han superado, cuando creo que comienzo a estar bien....puach!!! caida libre directamente al pavimento.&lt;br /&gt;A veces pienso, hasta cuando debere soportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los escalofrios agobiantes comienzan por matar mis neuronas, cuando supero la etapa mas dura del proceso, ellos continuan por atacar sin previo aviso emociones y sensaciones..luego al no verse satisfechas tienen sed de mas..ahi es cuando dando un grito desesperado por ayuda, comienzan por asfixiar mis oidos, nublan mi vision ,atacan mi piel, y ya dando mi ultimo suspiro caigo rendida en un estado de sopor y ataque agonico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los escalofrios me tienen harta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-4691469150418718504?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/4691469150418718504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/01/escalofrios-de-verano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/4691469150418718504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/4691469150418718504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2009/01/escalofrios-de-verano.html' title='escalofrios de verano'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8917840268836872515.post-1265522294397746724</id><published>2008-12-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:36:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el punk nunca te salvara la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a ti&lt;br /&gt;con tu pose desconcertante&lt;br /&gt;con actitud de mierda&lt;br /&gt;con ese falso disfraz de chico rudo&lt;br /&gt;el punk no te salvo la vida&lt;br /&gt;ni te la salvara despues&lt;br /&gt;me rio de tu estupida risa ironica&lt;br /&gt;me ves aqui?&lt;br /&gt;me burlo de tus jeans y zapatillas de moda&lt;br /&gt;de las marcas de las cuales abusas&lt;br /&gt;en verdad no eres mas que un &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fucking guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiota, estupido y maldito&lt;br /&gt;solo te digo&lt;br /&gt;que aunque tu discurso barato me pueda convencer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;el punk nunca te salvara la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8917840268836872515-1265522294397746724?l=crayondecucum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/feeds/1265522294397746724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-punk-nunca-te-salvara-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/1265522294397746724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8917840268836872515/posts/default/1265522294397746724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crayondecucum.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-punk-nunca-te-salvara-la-vida.html' title='el punk nunca te salvara la vida'/><author><name>cucumber corazon remendado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B-nqFJkuFO0/ShGQEohCLxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UqH4VQcnykw/S220/cucum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
