<?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-3924528507220585367</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:50:34.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desequilibrio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Khersan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431429767949530189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/151/ET5002~Emily-the-Strange-Posters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924528507220585367.post-2550350166315654496</id><published>2008-05-28T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:40:55.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Creo que nunca voy a comprender porqué son tan complicadas las relaciones hombre-mujer (o hombre-hombre, mujer-mujer...cualquier relación afectivo-sexual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto más tiempo pasa y más amantes me echo a mis espaldas menos logro comprender a los hombres. Y lo digo sin resentimiento, que he pasado muy buenos momentos y los malos sólo se deben a mi extraño afán por llorar como una magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hombres que no llaman cuando, aparentemente, todo va bien. Hombres que no dejan de llamarte cuando una no ha podido ser más tajante con ellos...Y yo que cada día estoy más perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me he planteado ser "menos yo", reprimirme, comportarme de otra manera, pero no me sale. ¿Qué es lo que me queda? O bien, conformarme con mis berrinches o pasar de los hombres hasta el fin de mis días y ninguna de las 2 soluciones me satisface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy desencantada, qué le vamos a hacer!&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/3924528507220585367-2550350166315654496?l=a-dias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/feeds/2550350166315654496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924528507220585367&amp;postID=2550350166315654496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default/2550350166315654496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default/2550350166315654496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/2008/05/difcil.html' title='Difícil.'/><author><name>Khersan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431429767949530189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/151/ET5002~Emily-the-Strange-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924528507220585367.post-1264182771250879722</id><published>2007-09-30T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:28:41.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrando cosas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.jp/b_ba_a0530/art/douwae003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.jp/b_ba_a0530/art/douwae003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me encanta éste dibujo!&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/3924528507220585367-1264182771250879722?l=a-dias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/feeds/1264182771250879722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924528507220585367&amp;postID=1264182771250879722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default/1264182771250879722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default/1264182771250879722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/2007/09/encontrando-cosas.html' title='Encontrando cosas.'/><author><name>Khersan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431429767949530189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/151/ET5002~Emily-the-Strange-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3924528507220585367.post-157778046275760968</id><published>2007-09-30T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:13:28.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasando el rato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He encontrado una página curiosa &lt;a href="http://www.colorstrolgy.com"&gt;www.colorstrology.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dice cuál es tu color según tu fecha de nacimiento. A mi me corresponde un red clay, que es un rojo arosado anaranjado :O  Además me dice que soy "única, expresiva y artista" .A qué fecha corresponderá mi morado favorito?...voy a buscarlo! Encontrado! Yo tenía que haber nacido un 6 de febrero! jajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3924528507220585367-157778046275760968?l=a-dias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/feeds/157778046275760968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3924528507220585367&amp;postID=157778046275760968' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default/157778046275760968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3924528507220585367/posts/default/157778046275760968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-dias.blogspot.com/2007/09/pasando-el-rato.html' title='Pasando el rato'/><author><name>Khersan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08431429767949530189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/151/ET5002~Emily-the-Strange-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
