<?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-7401631448664198412</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:58:45.641-07:00</updated><category term='Fito Paez'/><category term='Cuentos Borgeanos'/><category term='Gustavo Cerati'/><category term='Robbie Williams'/><category term='Radiohead'/><category term='Maroon 5'/><category term='Catupecu Machu'/><category term='Mole'/><category term='Charly Garcia'/><category term='Jorge Drexler'/><category term='Miranda'/><category term='Coldplay'/><category term='Soda Stereo'/><category term='Babasonicos'/><category term='No te va gustar'/><title type='text'>Avenida Alcorta</title><subtitle type='html'>Un imán que atrae toda la ansiedad</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fraan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311528551958801016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFrI_BwomE0/Sl5lGDbiq4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/IYHtDc7FhEo/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-926164040357757369</id><published>2009-05-13T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:14:07.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fito Paez'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rayos de sol a la hora del sol, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ella estaba en cualquiera&lt;/span&gt;, en cualquier estacion &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esperando una fatalidad&lt;/span&gt; o un llamado del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Siente un mareo de baja presion, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por lo menos le queda ese poco de humor&lt;/span&gt;, ¿para que? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si uno pasa buscando y perdiendo certezas&lt;/span&gt;. Solo cuando se va, solo cuando no esta en esto, amor. Le hace bien&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SguLGZRI_BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/R5qw3OV5E5Y/s1600-h/P1000858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SguLGZRI_BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/R5qw3OV5E5Y/s400/P1000858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335511125528738834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meterse en su laberinto, carroucel, le hace bien...&lt;br /&gt;Nada esta aqui, ni mejor ni peor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;solamente sus ojos cambian de color&lt;/span&gt;, a una hora del dia se tiñen de un ambar violeta. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nadie lo sabe ni nadie la vio&lt;/span&gt;, ahora tiene un gran cuerno bajo el corazon y se escapa de todos los hombres que quieren tenerla. Solo cuando se va, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;solo cuando no esta en esto&lt;/span&gt;, amor. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Le hace bien meterse en su laberinro, carroucel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;le hace bien...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=852381"&gt;(Ambar Violeta, 1987)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-926164040357757369?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/926164040357757369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=926164040357757369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/926164040357757369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/926164040357757369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2009/05/rayos-de-sol-la-hora-del-sol-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SguLGZRI_BI/AAAAAAAAAOY/R5qw3OV5E5Y/s72-c/P1000858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-1204473758387653259</id><published>2009-05-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:29:19.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Williams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Close your eyes so you don't feel them, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they don't need to see you cry&lt;/span&gt;. I can't &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;promise I will heal you&lt;/span&gt; but if you want to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will try&lt;/span&gt;. Sing this summer serenade, The past is done &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we've been betrayed&lt;/span&gt; It's true. Some might say the truth will out,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I believe without a doubt in you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You were there for summer dreaming, and you gave me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what I need.&lt;/span&gt; And I hope you find your freedom for eternity, for eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when we were walking, you talked about your ma and dad; what they did that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;made you happy&lt;/span&gt;, what they did that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;made you sad. &lt;/span&gt;We sat and watched the sun go down, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then picked a star before we lost the moon&lt;/span&gt;. Youth is wasted on the young before you know it's come and gone too soon. You were there for summer dreaming, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and you gave me what I need&lt;/span&gt;. And I hope you find your freedom for eternity, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for eternity!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=2463"&gt;(Eternity)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-1204473758387653259?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/1204473758387653259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=1204473758387653259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1204473758387653259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1204473758387653259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2009/05/close-your-eyes-so-you-dont-feel-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-2058759028111043887</id><published>2009-02-24T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:38:03.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuentos Borgeanos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SaS8n2KP37I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kiLUZZl0ZGo/s1600-h/Sue%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SaS8n2KP37I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kiLUZZl0ZGo/s400/Sue%C3%B1os.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306573653688704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto todo se aleja y se puede ver mejor; quien te regala sus manos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;quien miente por temor&lt;/span&gt;. Y cada uno es un misterio, una mentira echa verdad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que creer en las palabras de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quien luego &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;se v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quien luego &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;no esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño sin sentir dolor, sueño... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;existir en la soledad&lt;/span&gt;. Por vientos que soplan fuerte empujando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;al corazón&lt;/span&gt;; sonidos transparentes me cantan su canción que habla de hombres &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sin palabras&lt;/span&gt;, habla de aquellos hombres que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pierden contra su vanidad&lt;/span&gt; y se olvidan de soñar...&lt;br /&gt;Sueño sin sentir dolor, sueño... existir en la soledad. Dejame ver tu desconsuelo somos la misma realidad y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;al despertarnos&lt;/span&gt; descubrir &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lo eterno&lt;/span&gt; de soñar, lo eterno &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de soñar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=1059200"&gt;(Sueños, 2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-2058759028111043887?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/2058759028111043887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=2058759028111043887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2058759028111043887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2058759028111043887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-pronto-todo-se-aleja-y-se-puede-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SaS8n2KP37I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kiLUZZl0ZGo/s72-c/Sue%C3%B1os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-6062068119003942631</id><published>2009-02-09T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:33:51.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Drexler'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erase una &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;noche comú&lt;/span&gt;n, era en una &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mesa de bar&lt;/span&gt;, era &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Enero en aquel lugar&lt;/span&gt; y ella me miro de un manera:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; agua de mar&lt;/span&gt;. Era de fumar y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reir&lt;/span&gt;, era de saber esperar, era de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;salir a buscar&lt;/span&gt;, no era una mirada cualquiera: era de amar. Voy caminando por&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; el fondo del mar&lt;/span&gt;, voy caminando por el fondo del mar.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SZB2mpdvlNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vbhOM8OxICA/s1600-h/Era+de+amar.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/_VihGaj3woH4/SZB2mpdvlNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vbhOM8OxICA/s400/Era+de+amar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300867167752787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una gota puede tener &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todos los secretos del mar&lt;/span&gt;, todo lo que pueda contar, todo lo que vino después&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; era de imaginar&lt;/span&gt;. Voy caminando por el fondo del mar, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;voy caminando&lt;/span&gt; por el fondo del&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; mar..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=809109"&gt;(Era de amar, 1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-6062068119003942631?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/6062068119003942631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=6062068119003942631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/6062068119003942631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/6062068119003942631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2009/02/erase-una-noche-comu-n-era-en-una-mesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SZB2mpdvlNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vbhOM8OxICA/s72-c/Era+de+amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-2163673402006480563</id><published>2009-01-27T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:32:03.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miranda'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SX9ua3xyVpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ugehTdYMeDs/s1600-h/Ven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SX9ua3xyVpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ugehTdYMeDs/s400/Ven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296073094739416722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven... Dejame que te diga, atiéndeme. Algunas veces&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; creo sentir la soledad&lt;/span&gt;. Pensar que yo decía "vas a ver que no, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no me va a importar&lt;/span&gt;". Todo cambió para mí, siento el pasado volver a buscarme y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya es tarde&lt;/span&gt;. No quisiera ir para atrás y sin embargo es un&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; flash &lt;/span&gt;que me llama, que me tiende su red.&lt;br /&gt;Ven, te invito a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desaparecer&lt;/span&gt; por un ratito del mundo. Tiempo muerto de los dos. No creo que llegue lo que va a venir, no creo que llegue &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;por lo menos antes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de lo que tardas en llegar vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así funcionaría de una vez, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enredarme en tu pelo&lt;/span&gt; y no salir de ahí hasta morirme de miedo, oh! hasta&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; morirme de amor&lt;/span&gt; me escondería. De que manera tan cobarde siento que reaccionaría. Serias capaz de perdonarme si te digo que me iría? No es que perdí &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la emoción&lt;/span&gt; pero basta para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ven&lt;/span&gt;, te invito a desaparecer por un ratito del mundo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiempo muerto&lt;/span&gt; de los dos. No creo que llegue&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; lo que va a venir&lt;/span&gt;, no creo que llegue por lo menos antes de lo que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tardas &lt;/span&gt;en llegar vos.&lt;br /&gt;Mi espíritu, el desierto, como yo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mis ojos tan abiertos&lt;/span&gt;, proyectándolo. Sabía que vendrías pero igual &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no pude inmunizarme a tiempo&lt;/span&gt;. Es esto lo que quieres escuchar o tal vez lo detestes. Para ganar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu fantasía &lt;/span&gt;no voy a cambiar ni los días, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ni los meses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=117500"&gt;(Ven, 2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-2163673402006480563?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/2163673402006480563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=2163673402006480563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2163673402006480563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2163673402006480563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2009/01/ven.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SX9ua3xyVpI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ugehTdYMeDs/s72-c/Ven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-4324337741015501764</id><published>2009-01-20T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:01:13.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babasonicos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SXX0zfHT01I/AAAAAAAAANw/e1y48YPRY-o/s1600-h/egocripta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SXX0zfHT01I/AAAAAAAAANw/e1y48YPRY-o/s400/egocripta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293406102406550354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aquí estoy &lt;/span&gt;... en la ciudad donde flota la herrumbre padeciendo la histeria de la historia en el cadalso de mi vanidad. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¿Quien eres tu?&lt;/span&gt; Que le mostrás tu diente de oro a la gente, que confundiste a los más &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;insolentes&lt;/span&gt;, que festejas de una manera especial. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; el espejo&lt;/span&gt; de mis vanidades&lt;/span&gt;; sos la mitad que se vuelve contra mí (alguien borroso), no pienso en nadie y a donde empiezo yo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vos terminás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oigo tu voz&lt;/span&gt; ... Es el calvario de los hombres antiguos que se retuercen confinados en sus tumbas como el gusano en su crisálidad. Te conozco bien ... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gozaste en todos mis amargos renuncies&lt;/span&gt;; me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;prometiste alivio&lt;/span&gt; y me llevaste &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a sucumbir el deseo de implorar&lt;/span&gt;. Sos el espejo de mis vanidades; sos la mitad que se vuelve contra mí (alguien borroso), no pienso en nadie y a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;donde empiezo yo&lt;/span&gt; vos terminás. Y me pregunto quién sos... quién sos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quién sos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=824363"&gt;(Egocripta, 1997)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-4324337741015501764?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/4324337741015501764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=4324337741015501764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/4324337741015501764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/4324337741015501764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqu-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SXX0zfHT01I/AAAAAAAAANw/e1y48YPRY-o/s72-c/egocripta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-4737648088720534103</id><published>2008-12-19T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:36:27.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catupecu Machu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te superaste&lt;/span&gt; y lo vi; vi que nace todo entero y algo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;se pierde por el modo de hacerlo&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salgo&lt;/span&gt; de este pozo y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arranco todo de cero&lt;/span&gt;, y ahora se inclina la balanza, y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahora pido yo&lt;/span&gt;! Pido que se abra todo porque &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aca voy&lt;/span&gt; de nuevo; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;entero o a pedazos pero voy&lt;/span&gt;. Voy, voy, voy.&lt;br /&gt;Voy aunque me quemes fuego, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fuego te llevaste un sueño&lt;/span&gt; y me clavaste una lanza en el corazon. Vi ayer oh! tan lejos oh! (oh!) Cosas sin nombre. Hasta que se aparecio,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; todo estalla alguna vez&lt;/span&gt;. Parence todos de pie. Oh! le subi el volumen cero.&lt;br /&gt;Fui semilla alguna vez &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enterrada viva&lt;/span&gt; y puedo ser la pura sabia y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;florecerlo&lt;/span&gt;. Vi ayer oh! tan lejos oh! (oh!) Cosas sin nombre. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hasta que se aparecio&lt;/span&gt;, todo estalla alguna vez. Parence todos de pie. Oh! le subi el volumen cero. Cosas sin nombre a kilometros de hoy; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sacudeme&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=130805"&gt;(Entero o a pedazos, 2000)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-4737648088720534103?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/4737648088720534103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=4737648088720534103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/4737648088720534103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/4737648088720534103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/12/ay-te-superaste-y-lo-vi-vi-que-nace_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-5756290073520316937</id><published>2008-12-08T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:22:17.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Cerati'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/ST3VnpPUYbI/AAAAAAAAANc/2DtEJwXa5j4/s1600-h/Sudestada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/ST3VnpPUYbI/AAAAAAAAANc/2DtEJwXa5j4/s400/Sudestada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609215409807794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ver, A ver, si aclara. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hable de vos, de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;mis ansias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Del día que nació, en tu&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, del nuevo temporal, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que estalla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Afuera mis &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;entrañas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adentro sigue en calma&lt;/span&gt;. Trataba de explicar, que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya no hay &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;vuelta atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; hablé, hablé, de todo &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=852865"&gt;(Sudestada, 2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-5756290073520316937?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/5756290073520316937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=5756290073520316937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5756290073520316937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5756290073520316937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/12/ver-ver-si-aclara.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/ST3VnpPUYbI/AAAAAAAAANc/2DtEJwXa5j4/s72-c/Sudestada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-7428525330571143182</id><published>2008-12-05T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:27:07.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stereo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STmOh7G7aoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xxU4jdF1UAw/s1600-h/En+el+borde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STmOh7G7aoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xxU4jdF1UAw/s400/En+el+borde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276405151894825602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Ansiedad, mirada ausente;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; no deberia esperar.&lt;/span&gt; No hay sosiego en este tiempo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ciego de amor&lt;/span&gt;. Está en el borde sobre algun final, baila el hombre &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que ardera&lt;/span&gt; en su piel. Mientras canta una &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sirena &lt;/span&gt;viola un cristal, frivoliza &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sus anhelos&lt;/span&gt;; mujer sin piedad. Esta en borde sobre algun final, grita el nombre de quien la hace infiel. No hablare del final,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no hablare del final! &lt;/span&gt;Casi acostumbrado encuentro &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frio&lt;/span&gt; impuntual, en el lugar registra el cielo;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; todo lo que puede amar.&lt;/span&gt; Esta en el borde. No hablare del final por ninguna razón; en silencio&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; despertarás de tu historia de amor&lt;/span&gt; cuando arrojes al mar &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;las cenizas de la pasión;&lt;/span&gt; no hablare del final, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por ninguna razón&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=32915"&gt;(En el borde, 1998)&lt;/a&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/7401631448664198412-7428525330571143182?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/7428525330571143182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=7428525330571143182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/7428525330571143182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/7428525330571143182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/12/ansiedad-mirada-ausente-no-deberia.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STmOh7G7aoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xxU4jdF1UAw/s72-c/En+el+borde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-2066222074519057305</id><published>2008-12-04T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:30:04.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STgtibLgz_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/v7gdIn6N-fU/s1600-h/Burbuja_by_mzorotov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STgtibLgz_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/v7gdIn6N-fU/s400/Burbuja_by_mzorotov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276017032899383282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see; the spider web&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; is tangled up with me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lost&lt;/span&gt; my head, the thought of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all the stupid things I'd said.&lt;/span&gt; Oh no, what's this? The spider web, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;, so I turn to run and thought of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all the stupid things I'd done&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to cause you trouble, I never meant to do you wrong. And ah, well &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if I ever caused you trouble&lt;/span&gt;, Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see the spider web, and it's me in the middle, so I twist and turn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STguy8g2_CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HwdG4JRi6MA/s1600-h/Burbuja_by_mzorotov2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STguy8g2_CI/AAAAAAAAAMs/HwdG4JRi6MA/s400/Burbuja_by_mzorotov2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276018416236821538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e am I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;bubble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing out; I never meant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you trouble&lt;/span&gt;, I never meant to do you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. And ah, well if I ever caused you trouble, Oh no, I never meant to do you harm. They spun a web for me, they spun a web&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; for me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/coldplay/8092/"&gt;(Trouble, 2000)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-2066222074519057305?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/2066222074519057305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=2066222074519057305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2066222074519057305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2066222074519057305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-no-i-see-spider-web-is-tangled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STgtibLgz_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/v7gdIn6N-fU/s72-c/Burbuja_by_mzorotov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-1245434723074061421</id><published>2008-12-01T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:33:51.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuentos Borgeanos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ey, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dejemos&lt;/span&gt; de una vez todo el rencor y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vamos a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sentir que asi&lt;/span&gt; de facil es&lt;/span&gt; creer en el amor cuando se tiene, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentido del dolor! &lt;/span&gt;Tu voz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se siente en mi como caricias&lt;/span&gt;, tu voz, ese sonido que lo hechiza! Saber que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;al menos queda la locura,&lt;/span&gt; tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;Ey, dejemos bien atras&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; las dudas que nos llenan de sufrir &lt;/span&gt;y ver que facil es crear entre los dos un &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;propio sol&lt;/span&gt; que alumbre el&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; porvenir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=1059183"&gt;(Tu voz, 2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-1245434723074061421?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/1245434723074061421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=1245434723074061421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1245434723074061421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1245434723074061421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/12/ey-dejemos-de-una-vez-todo-el-rencor-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-5253805062316125706</id><published>2008-11-29T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:04:55.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuentos Borgeanos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;las cosas no llegan a tiempo&lt;/span&gt; y que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el destino parece algo extraño&lt;/span&gt;. Se que tu voz se endurece a mis ojos y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu corazon&lt;/span&gt; guarda oscuros retratos. Ya se que estas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maldiciendo las horas&lt;/span&gt; y se que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hay sueños que nunca llegaron&lt;/span&gt;, y cuando estes escondido en tus sombras &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensa en los dias que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;siempre soñamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Mirame, sueña un Mundo claro! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Llora en mi&lt;/span&gt; tu dolor, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me quedare a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;. Cuesta mas si sos un soñador; cuesta mas si soy un soñador. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STGRyQrC1II/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Tk-VTOiLYc/s1600-h/DSC09806.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=1025437"&gt;(Mirame, 2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STGRyQrC1II/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Tk-VTOiLYc/s400/DSC09806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274156931282556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-5253805062316125706?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/5253805062316125706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=5253805062316125706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5253805062316125706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5253805062316125706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/se-que-las-cosas-no-llegan-tiempo-y-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/STGRyQrC1II/AAAAAAAAAMU/_Tk-VTOiLYc/s72-c/DSC09806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-4327776133078739877</id><published>2008-11-24T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:42:28.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No te va gustar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No pido perdón, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no digo mi amor&lt;/span&gt;, no siento dolor, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no tengo razón&lt;/span&gt;; lo unico que hago es pensarte &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; el día! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No quiero llorar, no puedo llorar&lt;/span&gt;, no quiero llamar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no quiero pensar &lt;/span&gt;y lo unico que hago es pensarte todo el día!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SSstK09emeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/C5M3DjwErQo/s1600-h/Todo+el+dia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SSstK09emeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/C5M3DjwErQo/s400/Todo+el+dia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272357452805741026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigo durmiendo en diagonal, sigo viviendo en diagonal. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me cuesta olvidar&lt;/span&gt;, me cuesta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zafar&lt;/span&gt;, me&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; cuesta &lt;/span&gt;soñar, me cuesta cantar; si &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo unico que hago&lt;/span&gt; es pensarte todo el día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Las horas pasan&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; y te vas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La vida pasa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y vos no estas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sigo durmiendo en diagonal, sigo muriendo…&lt;br /&gt;No quiero llorar, no puedo llorar&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, no quiero llamar, &lt;/span&gt;no quiero pensar y lo unico que hago es pensarte todo el día. No quiero pensar &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y lo unico que hago es pensarte todo el día&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/no_te_va_gustar_lyrics_11380/todo_es_tan_inflamable_lyrics_35816/todo_el_dia_lyrics_388383.html"&gt;(Todo el día, 2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-4327776133078739877?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/4327776133078739877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=4327776133078739877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/4327776133078739877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/4327776133078739877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-pido-perdn-no-digo-mi-amor-no-siento.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SSstK09emeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/C5M3DjwErQo/s72-c/Todo+el+dia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-3127509520874536485</id><published>2008-11-19T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:30:30.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maroon 5'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SSTXTBuweTI/AAAAAAAAAME/3o86fYuz650/s1600-h/Secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SSTXTBuweTI/AAAAAAAAAME/3o86fYuz650/s400/Secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270574185812359474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise, say&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; your goodbyes &lt;/span&gt;off we go. Some conversation, no contemplation hit the road. Car overheats, jump out of my seat. On the side of the highway, baby, our road is long, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your hold is strong&lt;/span&gt;. Please don't ever&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; let it go&lt;/span&gt;, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I don't know&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bu&lt;/span&gt;t I want you so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has a secret but can they keep it... oh, no they can't!&lt;br /&gt;Driving fast now (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't think&lt;/span&gt; I know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how to&lt;/span&gt; go slow&lt;/span&gt;) Where you at now, I feel around... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't know you but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want you so bad&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has a secret but can they keep it... oh, no &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they can't&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Cool these engines, calm these jets. I ask you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How hot can it get? &lt;/span&gt;As you wipe off beads of sweat. Slowly, you say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm not there yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I don't know&lt;/span&gt; you but I want you so bad. Everyone has a secret but can they keep it... oh, no&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they can't! &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=4078"&gt;(Secret, 2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-3127509520874536485?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/3127509520874536485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=3127509520874536485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/3127509520874536485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/3127509520874536485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/watch-sunrise-say-your-goodbyes-off-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SSTXTBuweTI/AAAAAAAAAME/3o86fYuz650/s72-c/Secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-8054118763134337511</id><published>2008-11-10T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:28:49.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRjBDb2M9tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X0w-w8xjd4s/s1600-h/Gravity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRjBDb2M9tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X0w-w8xjd4s/s400/Gravity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267172028968662738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby, It's been a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long time coming&lt;/span&gt;, such a long, long time, and I can't stop running. Such a long, long time. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Can you&lt;/span&gt; hear my heart&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; beating&lt;/span&gt;? Can you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hear that sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't help thinking&lt;/span&gt; and I won't stop now. And then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked up at the sun&lt;/span&gt; and I could see. Oh, the way that gravity &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pulls on you and me&lt;/span&gt;. And then I looked up at the sky and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; the sun and the way &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that gravity pushes&lt;/span&gt; on everyone, on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, When your wheels stop turning and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you feel let down&lt;/span&gt;, and it seems &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like troubles&lt;/span&gt; have come all around. I can hear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;your heart&lt;/span&gt; beating, I can hear that sound, and I can't help thinking, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't look now&lt;/span&gt;. And then I looked up at the sun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and I could see&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me. And then I looked up at the sky &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and saw the sun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the way&lt;/span&gt; that gravity pushes on everyone, on everyone, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on everyone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://letrascanciones.mp3lyrics.org/c/coldplay/gravity/"&gt;(Gravity, 2004)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-8054118763134337511?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/8054118763134337511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=8054118763134337511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8054118763134337511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8054118763134337511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-its-been-long-time-coming-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRjBDb2M9tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/X0w-w8xjd4s/s72-c/Gravity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-7714366710557692774</id><published>2008-11-08T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:44:52.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catupecu Machu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Y algo estallaba en el medio &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;si estabas vos&lt;/span&gt;, sobraban &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;detalles&lt;/span&gt;. Y ahora&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; además de excusarte&lt;/span&gt; pedís perdón, y solo dormís. Y sé, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no te gusta&lt;/span&gt;. Y perdiste, ay! Perdiste esa risa, ¿La escondiste o murió?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hablás de que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo está muerto&lt;/span&gt; y el que murió sos vos y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no te enteraste&lt;/span&gt;. Decís que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hace tiempo las cosas eran mejor y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hoy nada esta bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Puedes tu morir desde antes o dudar a que llegaste.&lt;br /&gt;Puedes llenar la pared de recuerdos o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;empezar a brotar aunque sea en Invierno&lt;/span&gt;. Puedes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;volverte un bello recuerdo&lt;/span&gt; o gritar de una vez: Cuando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sufro un dolor&lt;/span&gt; es cuando mas aprendo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Puedes tu morir desde antes o dudar a que llegaste. Puedes llenar la pared de recuerdos...&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;estabas esperando, &lt;/span&gt;siempre estando de paso, solo hablando de quejas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mientras todo se aleja.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.rock.com.ar/letras/9/9918.shtml"&gt;(Puedes, 2000)&lt;/a&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/7401631448664198412-7714366710557692774?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/7714366710557692774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=7714366710557692774&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/7714366710557692774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/7714366710557692774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/y-algo-estallaba-en-el-medio-si-estabas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-2159749991379952655</id><published>2008-11-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:47:47.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stereo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZb-7eSnBI/AAAAAAAAALc/S0uZixSm_5Y/s1600-h/El+ritmo+de+tus+ojos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZb-7eSnBI/AAAAAAAAALc/S0uZixSm_5Y/s400/El+ritmo+de+tus+ojos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266497950931131410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muéstrame tu cruz, el ritmo de tus ojos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sos parte del imán que&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; me aleja&lt;/span&gt; de este mundo&lt;/span&gt;. Aquí no queda nada en pie, como un castigo. Muéstrame tu soul, y el ritmo de tus ojos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;El amor no es tan certero&lt;/span&gt;, no, como este tiempo hipnótico.&lt;br /&gt;Algún &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;consuelo&lt;/span&gt; debe haber, algún abrigo. Te doy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;palabras de placer&lt;/span&gt;, hablarte sucio al oído... Tienes el cóctel que envenenara &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi soledad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Un flash sobre tu rouge, y el ritmo de tus ojos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Impulso homicida&lt;/span&gt;, escena repetida. Aquí no queda nada en pie, como un castigo.&lt;br /&gt;Tienes el cóctel que envenenara mi soledad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estoy solo&lt;/span&gt; y con mis botas llenas de lluvia y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bailando&lt;/span&gt; con las medias &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; la rodilla&lt;/span&gt;. Todo es una veloz película muda. Se cuando mientes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se cuando dudas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tienes el cóctel que envenenara mi soledad. Tienes el cóctel que envenenara y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es el&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ritmo&lt;/span&gt; de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.zonadepromesasweb.com.ar/Soda_Stereo/Discografia/Oficiales/Doble_Vida/"&gt;(El ritmo de tus ojos, 1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-2159749991379952655?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/2159749991379952655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=2159749991379952655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2159749991379952655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2159749991379952655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/mustrame-tu-cruz-el-ritmo-de-tus-ojos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZb-7eSnBI/AAAAAAAAALc/S0uZixSm_5Y/s72-c/El+ritmo+de+tus+ojos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-6324029458347638725</id><published>2008-11-06T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:09:55.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;A warning sign. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I missed the good part&lt;/span&gt;, then I realised. I started looking and the bubble burst, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started looking for excuses&lt;/span&gt;. Come on in; I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've gotta tell you&lt;/span&gt; in my loudest tones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;that i started &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for a warning sign. When &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the truth is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yeah, the truth is that I miss you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;A warning sign &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it came back to haunt me&lt;/span&gt;, and I realised that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; you were&lt;/span&gt; an island and I passed you by, when you were an island to discover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SROw2bsELFI/AAAAAAAAALU/QbJsS561nbs/s1600-h/Warning+sign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SROw2bsELFI/AAAAAAAAALU/QbJsS561nbs/s400/Warning+sign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265746838518246482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on in&lt;/span&gt;; I've gott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;a tell you what a state I'm in, I've gotta tell you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in my loudest tones&lt;/span&gt; that I started looking for a warning sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;When the truth is I miss you, yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the truth &lt;/span&gt;is I miss you so&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm tired, I should not have let you go. So I crawl&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; back into&lt;/span&gt; your open arms, yes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I crawl&lt;/span&gt; back into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;your open arms&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=119252"&gt;(Warning sign, 2002)&lt;/a&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/7401631448664198412-6324029458347638725?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/6324029458347638725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=6324029458347638725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/6324029458347638725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/6324029458347638725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/warning-sign.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SROw2bsELFI/AAAAAAAAALU/QbJsS561nbs/s72-c/Warning+sign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-7550864783879680216</id><published>2008-11-05T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:25:16.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mole'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te digo adiós&lt;/span&gt;. Guardo mi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tiempo inmenso&lt;/span&gt; en el bolsillo, gritando &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;al sol&lt;/span&gt; con la sonrisa gris del ex presidio. Hoy llevo a mi chica &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lejos de este vendaval&lt;/span&gt; donde tus dedos negros no nos puedan alcanzar...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; jamás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; están tirando el fino hilo de la obsesión&lt;/span&gt;, ellos están juntando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;al fin&lt;/span&gt; ladrillo por ladrillo. Hoy llevo a mi chica &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lejos&lt;/span&gt; de este vendaval, donde tus dedos negros &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no nos puedan alcanzar&lt;/span&gt;... jamás.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vamos lejos, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no preguntes&lt;/span&gt; adónde... Me voy... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¿a dónde?&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.zonadepromesasweb.com.ar/Charly_Alberti/Discografia/Mole/Mole/"&gt;(El fino hilo de la obseción, 2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-7550864783879680216?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/7550864783879680216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=7550864783879680216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/7550864783879680216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/7550864783879680216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-digo-adis.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-8847545373883992440</id><published>2008-11-04T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:39:31.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Cerati'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRDqzAzjMoI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xu5lio5D12A/s1600-h/Amo+dejarte+asi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRDqzAzjMoI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xu5lio5D12A/s400/Amo+dejarte+asi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966126506553986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Divina &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obscenidad&lt;/span&gt;. Dar el máximo de piel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sin librarte de mí&lt;/span&gt;; amo dejarte así. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Palabras profanas de tu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boca&lt;/span&gt; pura&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Toda mi dulzura pendula sobre ti&lt;/span&gt;. Amo dejarte así, amo quedarme así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amo dejarte así, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amo quedarme &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.zonadepromesasweb.com.ar/Gustavo_Cerati/Discografia/Oficiales/Siempre_es_Hoy/"&gt;(Amo dejarte asi, 2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7401631448664198412-8847545373883992440?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/8847545373883992440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=8847545373883992440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8847545373883992440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8847545373883992440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/divina-obscenidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRDqzAzjMoI/AAAAAAAAALM/Xu5lio5D12A/s72-c/Amo+dejarte+asi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-3789216426546498955</id><published>2008-11-04T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:16:19.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stereo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRCdqhviIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bLw5WYnQHDA/s1600-h/El+rito.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/_VihGaj3woH4/SRCdqhviIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bLw5WYnQHDA/s400/El+rito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264881318333915698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un profanador, estoy desafiando al tiempo. Ya ves &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi transgresión es procurar &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tenerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Y el cielo entiende que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi obsesión &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;está&lt;/span&gt; llegando a un limite&lt;/span&gt;. El desierto, al menos hoy no parece, no parece tan...&lt;br /&gt;Sueles encontrarme en cualquier lugar y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya lo sabes nada es casualidad.&lt;/span&gt; Tu misteriosa forma &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me lastimara&lt;/span&gt;, pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a cada segundo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;estaré mas cerca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralizándome jamas podré esperarte y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no tengo porque esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en un altar de sacrificios&lt;/span&gt;; solo meterme en tu ritual y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;descifrar&lt;/span&gt; tu enigma. Tal vez no hablar de mas, el &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silencio &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no es tiempo&lt;/span&gt; perdido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sueles encontrarme en cualquier lugar y ya lo sabes nada es casualidad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu misteriosa forma&lt;/span&gt; me lastimara, pero a cada segundo estaré mas cerca. Desafiando al rito, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;destruyendo mitos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.zonadepromesasweb.com.ar/Soda_Stereo/Discografia/Oficiales/Signos/"&gt;(El rito, 1986)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-3789216426546498955?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/3789216426546498955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=3789216426546498955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/3789216426546498955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/3789216426546498955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/soy-un-profanador-estoy-desafiando-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRCdqhviIjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bLw5WYnQHDA/s72-c/El+rito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-8646909169736656554</id><published>2008-11-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:26:09.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mole'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cometí el error de mentir y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;logré demoler todo&lt;/span&gt;. Oculté y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mate al amor&lt;/span&gt;, pero hoy se quien soy. Y esta vez &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya no puedo negarlo&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy te lo digo que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lo siento&lt;/span&gt;, no hay pretextos para &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt; No, se que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no soy perfecto&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo que amaste sigue aquí&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya la grieta se esta abriendo, se que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; va a parar. No, ya no va a parar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no para&lt;/span&gt; de sangrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Intenté descifrar la verdad y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vencí mi mayor miedo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoy mi voz se quebró al gritar por pedir perdón&lt;/span&gt; y  empezar de cero. Hoy te lo digo que lo siento, no hay pretextos para mi. No, se que no soy perfecto, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lo que amaste sigue aquí&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya la grieta se esta abriendo, se que nunca va a parar. N&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;o, ya no va a parar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no para de sangrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=1271023"&gt;(Demoler, 2007)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQ1CRo7tVkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kCUEE-x3itk/s1600-h/demoler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQ1CRo7tVkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kCUEE-x3itk/s400/demoler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263936410279040578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-8646909169736656554?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/8646909169736656554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=8646909169736656554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8646909169736656554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8646909169736656554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/11/comet-el-error-de-mentir-y-logr-demoler.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQ1CRo7tVkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/kCUEE-x3itk/s72-c/demoler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-1063092497710136356</id><published>2008-10-31T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:59:11.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Drexler'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya estoy en la mitad de esta carretera, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tantas encrucijadas quedan detrás...&lt;/span&gt; Ya está &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;en el aire&lt;/span&gt; girando mi moneda y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que sea lo que sea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Todos los &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;altibajos&lt;/span&gt; de la marea, todos los sarampiones que ya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pasé... &lt;/span&gt;Yo llevo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tu sonrisa como bandera&lt;/span&gt; y que sea lo que sea.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tenga que ser, que sea &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y lo que no por algo será.&lt;/span&gt; No creo en la eternidad de las peleas ni en las &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;recetas de la felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pasen recibo mis &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;primaveras&lt;/span&gt; y la suerte este echada a descansar yo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miraré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tu foto en mi billetera&lt;/span&gt; y que sea lo que sea.&lt;br /&gt;Y el que quiera creer que crea y el que no, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;su razón tendrá&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQsqiFrDDsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ucCCnqidKVo/s1600-h/Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQsqiFrDDsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ucCCnqidKVo/s400/Sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263347354639208130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lto &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi canción&lt;/span&gt; en la ventolera &lt;/span&gt;y que la escuche quien la quiera escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;Ya esta &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; girando mi moneda&lt;/span&gt; y que sea &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo que sea.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=862637"&gt;(Sea, 2001)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-1063092497710136356?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/1063092497710136356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=1063092497710136356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1063092497710136356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1063092497710136356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-estoy-en-la-mitad-de-esta-carretera.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQsqiFrDDsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ucCCnqidKVo/s72-c/Sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-5573523294733750373</id><published>2008-10-31T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:36:45.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Cerati'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta tarde de sol me puse a mirar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu postal bajo un haz de luz&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;radiante luz&lt;/em&gt;). Una frase duró hasta el anochecer, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recordarte es un hermoso lugar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQq0TsdaGFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iaXQYeB8BPg/s1600-h/Otra+piel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQq0TsdaGFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iaXQYeB8BPg/s400/Otra+piel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263217364980865106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amo tu lucidez, leo tu desnudez. Cuando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensás el mar&lt;/span&gt; así te pienso &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;igual&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si el lenguaje es otra piel; toquémonos más con mensajes de deseo. Si el lenguaje &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es otra piel&lt;/span&gt;; toquémonos más con mensajes de deseo (&lt;em&gt;deseo&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;No voy a endurecer, letras que dan placer. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me contengo de amarte más&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hasta &lt;/span&gt;volverte a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el lenguaje es otra piel; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;toquémonos más&lt;/span&gt; con mensajes de deseo. Si &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el lenguaje &lt;/span&gt;es otra piel; toquémonos más con mensajes de deseo, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deseo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cerati.com/ahi_vamos/letras/otra_piel.php"&gt;(Otra piel, 2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-5573523294733750373?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/5573523294733750373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=5573523294733750373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5573523294733750373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5573523294733750373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/esta-tarde-de-sol-me-puse-mirar-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQq0TsdaGFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iaXQYeB8BPg/s72-c/Otra+piel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-2438341553343722115</id><published>2008-10-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:06:15.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;When you were here before, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;couldn't look you in the eye&lt;/span&gt; . You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry. You float &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like a feather&lt;/span&gt; in a beautiful world. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish i was special&lt;/span&gt;, you're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so fuckin' special&lt;/span&gt;  but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a creep&lt;/span&gt;, i'm a weirdo. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;/span&gt;, I want to have control, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfect body&lt;/span&gt;, I want a perfect&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I want you to notice when &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm not around.&lt;/span&gt; You're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuckin'&lt;/span&gt; special&lt;/span&gt;; I wish I was special but i'm a creep, i'm a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt;. What the hell am i doing here? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/span&gt;. She's running &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out again&lt;/span&gt;, she's running&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; out&lt;/span&gt;. She's run run run running out...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever you want&lt;/span&gt;. You're so fuckin' special, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish I was special&lt;/span&gt;...  But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What the hell am i doing here?&lt;/span&gt; I don't belong here. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=24588"&gt;(Creep, 1993)&lt;/a&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/7401631448664198412-2438341553343722115?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/2438341553343722115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=2438341553343722115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2438341553343722115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/2438341553343722115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-were-here-before-couldnt-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-1088537260515859990</id><published>2008-10-30T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:11:58.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stereo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQovlN6i1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zETQzhtcvg8/s1600-h/Branching-Coral-rojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El reloj &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;marcó la hora del final&lt;/span&gt; de otra epoca vacía. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Despertó con &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el perfume embriagador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de comenzar su nueva vida.&lt;br /&gt;El paisaje alrededor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;siente que la abraza&lt;/span&gt;. Una &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brisa tropical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fortalezas de agua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;formas de coral&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQovlN6i1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zETQzhtcvg8/s1600-h/Branching-Coral-rojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQovlN6i1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zETQzhtcvg8/s400/Branching-Coral-rojo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263071430972724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No conocía otra razón que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;una razón cada día&lt;/span&gt; y de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una batalla por las noches&lt;/span&gt;. Corre y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sueña bajo el sol&lt;/span&gt; siente que lo alcanza,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; liberada del temor&lt;/span&gt; de volver a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Junta formas de coral&lt;/span&gt;... Todo aquello que dejó &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se hundirá en la arena&lt;/span&gt;, el secreto entre los dos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;es que nunca volverá&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.zonadepromesasweb.com.ar/Soda_Stereo/Discografia/Oficiales/Comfort_y_Musica_para_Volar/"&gt;(Coral, 1996)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-1088537260515859990?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/1088537260515859990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=1088537260515859990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1088537260515859990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/1088537260515859990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-reloj-marc-la-hora-del-final-de-otra.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQovlN6i1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zETQzhtcvg8/s72-c/Branching-Coral-rojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-8556482333260506204</id><published>2008-10-30T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:52:14.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catupecu Machu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQorNOu6EBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-V9SCsi4o5g/s1600-h/el+pogo+que+sacudio+la+noche+en+casa+babylon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQorNOu6EBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-V9SCsi4o5g/s400/el+pogo+que+sacudio+la+noche+en+casa+babylon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263066620828979218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay casi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un metro al agua&lt;/span&gt; y un mar repleto. Balcón o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;barco ventana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me lleva lejos&lt;/span&gt;. Se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te apareció, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te sacudió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y quiere contarte eso. Se te apareció, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te sacudió&lt;/span&gt; y quiere...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, miró, escucho y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;escucho que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo es tuyo&lt;/span&gt;, mío y que...casi huyo. Y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; huyo de qué&lt;/span&gt;, huyo de qué, huyo de qué...&lt;br /&gt;Hay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;casi todo y nada,&lt;/span&gt; que simple es esto. Acá &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;los cuentos de hadas&lt;/span&gt; se vuelven &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ciertos&lt;/span&gt;. Se &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te apareció&lt;/span&gt;, te sacudió y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiere&lt;/span&gt; contarte eso. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se te apareció, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te sacudió y&lt;/span&gt; quiere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=930811"&gt;(Hay casi un metro al agua, 1997)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-8556482333260506204?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/8556482333260506204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=8556482333260506204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8556482333260506204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/8556482333260506204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/hay-casi-un-metro-al-agua-y-un-mar_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQorNOu6EBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-V9SCsi4o5g/s72-c/el+pogo+que+sacudio+la+noche+en+casa+babylon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-3808544874762411492</id><published>2008-10-30T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:24:12.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQnZKDa4JVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kF4T3JjiQLo/s1600-h/Yellow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQnZKDa4JVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kF4T3JjiQLo/s400/Yellow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262976406299092306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Look at the stars, look how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they shine for you&lt;/span&gt; and everything you do; yeah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they were all yellow&lt;/span&gt;. I came along, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wrote a song for you&lt;/span&gt;, and all the things you do it was called yellow. So then i took my turn, oh what a thing to have done and it was all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Your skin, oh yeah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your skin and bones&lt;/span&gt;. Turn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;into something beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. You know you know&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i love you so&lt;/span&gt;, you know i love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam across,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i jumped across for you&lt;/span&gt;. Oh what a thing to do, cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you were all yellow&lt;/span&gt;. I drew a line, I drew a line for you. Oh what a thing to do, and it was all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones. Turn into something beautiful. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you know&lt;/span&gt;, for you i'd bleed myself dry. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For you i'd bleed myself &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;, look how they shine for you, look how they shine.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars; look how they shine for you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and all the things that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=125055"&gt;(Yellow, 2000)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-3808544874762411492?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/3808544874762411492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=3808544874762411492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/3808544874762411492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/3808544874762411492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQnZKDa4JVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kF4T3JjiQLo/s72-c/Yellow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-153468816401451353</id><published>2008-10-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:24:15.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charly Garcia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQnOmSWqQuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V-4Z9WwIvbw/s1600-h/Magnetic-videotape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQnOmSWqQuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V-4Z9WwIvbw/s400/Magnetic-videotape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262964796716368610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No tengo agua en el calefón, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no tengo que escribir canciones de amor&lt;/span&gt;. No ves que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;espero resucitar&lt;/span&gt; mientras miras esos ojos de videotape.&lt;br /&gt;Ya llegan las postales del bien y el mal, ya llegan las noticias cruzando el mar. No ves que el mundo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gira al revés&lt;/span&gt; mientras miras esos ojos de videotape.&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; extrañará por siempre&lt;/span&gt; la película que vi una vez. Y este mundo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te dirá que siempre&lt;/span&gt; es mejor mirar a la pared.&lt;br /&gt;Ya tienes las valijas sobre el diván. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te vas,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; el mundo gira al revés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mientras miras esos ojos de videotape.&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo te dirá que siempre la película que vi una vez. Y este mundo te dirá que siempre&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt; que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es mejor mirar a la pared&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=826796"&gt;(Ojos de videotape, 1983)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7401631448664198412-153468816401451353?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/153468816401451353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=153468816401451353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/153468816401451353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/153468816401451353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-tengo-agua-en-el-calefn-no-tengo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQnOmSWqQuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V-4Z9WwIvbw/s72-c/Magnetic-videotape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-6984793330143958840</id><published>2008-10-29T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:24:24.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Cerati'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQkzlwHSzdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p7oZHzbBbCU/s1600-h/puente-azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQkzlwHSzdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p7oZHzbBbCU/s400/puente-azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262794363222805970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te busqué en la &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rima&lt;/span&gt; que duerme&lt;br /&gt; con todas las palabras, si algo callé es porque &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entendí todo menos la distancia&lt;/span&gt;. Desordené átomos tuyos&lt;br /&gt; para &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hacerte aparecer&lt;/span&gt; (un día más, un día más...)&lt;br /&gt;Arriba el sol abajo el reflejo de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como estalla mi alma&lt;/span&gt;. Ya estás aquí y el paso que dimos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;es causa y es efecto. &lt;/span&gt;Cruza el amor &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo cruzaré los dedos&lt;/span&gt; y gracias por venir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adorable puente&lt;/span&gt; se ha creado entre los dos. Cruza el amor yo cruzaré los dedos y gracias por venir&lt;br /&gt;Adorable puente... Cruza el amor, cruza el amor por el puente. Usa el amor, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;usa el amor&lt;/span&gt; como un puente. &lt;a href="http://cerati.com/bocanada/letras/puente.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Puente, 1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7401631448664198412-6984793330143958840?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/6984793330143958840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=6984793330143958840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/6984793330143958840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/6984793330143958840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoy-te-busqu-en-la-rima-que-duerme-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQkzlwHSzdI/AAAAAAAAAIo/p7oZHzbBbCU/s72-c/puente-azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401631448664198412.post-5418076617885194356</id><published>2008-10-29T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:24:58.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gustavo Cerati'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQkk3dUIpTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8Ke0JHnIqGA/s1600-h/_5136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQkk3dUIpTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8Ke0JHnIqGA/s400/_5136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778174739621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;p&gt; Avenida Alcorta, cicatriz. Hoy volví cansado de hablar de mí. Providencia puede ser azar, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;donde estemos juntos será nuestro hogar&lt;/span&gt;. No sé, no sé donde estás y me vuelvo extraño!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta canción es droga para mí&lt;/span&gt;, un imán que atrae toda la ansiedad. Ya sé, ya llegué hasta aquí y no quiero pasarme.Avenida Alcorta, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cicatriz.&lt;/span&gt; Hoy volví cansado de hablar de mí. No sé, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no sé donde estás&lt;/span&gt;. Ya sé, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya llegué hasta aquí &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y te extraño tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He encerrado el cielo para tí, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No tengo tierra para mí. &lt;a href="http://cerati.com/amor_amarillo/letras/av_alcorta.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Av. Alcorta, 1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401631448664198412-5418076617885194356?l=avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/feeds/5418076617885194356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7401631448664198412&amp;postID=5418076617885194356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5418076617885194356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401631448664198412/posts/default/5418076617885194356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avenida-alcorta.blogspot.com/2008/10/avenida-alcorta-cicatriz.html' title=''/><author><name>Fraan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SRZ1VSaGvtI/AAAAAAAAALk/nLDpqFYMMtA/S220/DSC08694.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VihGaj3woH4/SQkk3dUIpTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8Ke0JHnIqGA/s72-c/_5136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
