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Intenta disfrutar de los buenos momentos que en nada&lt;br /&gt;se acabarán, cuando vengan los malos piensa en la suerte, puede que mañana tu vida vuelva a comenzar&lt;br /&gt;pero no te ofusques en buscar la suerte, eso no siempre funciona. &lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes qué? la felicidad es efimera y te tienes que acostumbrara a que todo tiene un final, quizas no sea el mejor,&lt;br /&gt;pero a fin de cuentas es un final ( que, a veces, se puede cambiar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi, el viernes ya no llegará, pero te hablo en presente, mañana... ya se verá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-1592897280260729841?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2009/11/suerte-muchacho-todavia-nos-queda-mucho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total 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width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;¿Tienes esperanzas sabiendo que tu sueño dificilmente se repetira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-9048851269645133201?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2009/05/agridulce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-6533106511051486549</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T15:50:47.935-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lla hablaban:&lt;br /&gt;-¿De verdad todo se olvida?...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Si-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-No quiero olvidarte-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-¿Porque?, soy yo la culpable-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Ya lo sabes, has sido lo mejor de mi vida, cada vez que recuerdo tu sonrisa pienso que todo incluso el dolor ha merecido la pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sonrio y &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; desperto sintiendose casi feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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+0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T14:00:44.626-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Es hora de cambiar, renovarse o morir, y que hago??, Led Zeppelin siempre estara ahí, pero es hora de despedirse, no, no sera un adios, será un hasta pronto, se acabó la dosis diaria de Led Zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta pronto, Rock and Roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-216450243115904678?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/10/es-hora-de-cambiar-renovarse-o-morir-y.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-370976868892420581</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T14:11:59.235-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;p&gt;Observo a través de mi ventana la práctita totalidad de la cuidad, con la mente en blanco, si, casi casi sin pensar, me limito a intentar olvidar por momento la amarga realidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me refugio observando ventanas, intentando descifrar la vida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi unico consuelo es la &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;soledad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ella nunca me fallará.&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/5060400270276672552-370976868892420581?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/10/observo-travs-de-mi-ventana-la-prctita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total 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+0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T07:22:24.209-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One day I meet her,&lt;br /&gt;and I think about her every days, every dreams&lt;br /&gt;she and I walking in the Streets, hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Just her smile makes me happy, She Knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I remember her smile, all my pains dissapear&lt;br /&gt;when i see her smile, butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-1532236964813500883?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-sunday-i-meet-her-and-i-think-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid 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/&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/5060400270276672552-6241463305822623992?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SE7xkio7sLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1kWFAKyrU60/s72-c/irregulars2+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-5823204059222273313</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-08T14:57:03.083-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SExVewkSi8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gL1KbHUWkZo/s72-c/PICT0009+(Custom).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-2322732020579322997</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 21:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-20T14:37:11.931-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ya no puedo parar de imaginarmelo, si, ella con un helado, de pie, mirando hacia todos lados, yo, contemplandola a lo lejos, sintiendo como si todo el mundo de alrededor se congelara, solo con los ojos puestos en ella, viendo como consume su cucurucho, intentando averiguar el sabor, y pensando, por fin, por fin estaremos bajo las mismas estrellas, y al mismo tiempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;al final, in the end,¿ todo puede ser como siempre has soñado?........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-2322732020579322997?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/05/ya-no-puedo-parar-de-imaginarmelo-si.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-8799879747282175092</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-18T10:37:56.936-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SDBlX3APBQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CSKMnCZS_S4/s1600-h/Imagen160+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769030189253890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SDBlX3APBQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CSKMnCZS_S4/s400/Imagen160+(Medium).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bueno foto de ayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy pablo se enfadó NO NO NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy pablo fue sin avisar SI SI SI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo no cogí el telefono NO NO NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo estaba durmiendo SI SI SI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bueno pues pablo tio k lo siento k kieres k diga?...pero haber llamado a otro, la culpa no es toda mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-8799879747282175092?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/05/bueno-foto-de-ayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SDBlX3APBQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CSKMnCZS_S4/s72-c/Imagen160+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-2358096603562760012</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 21:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-09T14:52:00.753-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SCTG3vy2OHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AV1RWdUeEbg/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198498530917234802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SCTG3vy2OHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AV1RWdUeEbg/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/5060400270276672552-2358096603562760012?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SCTG3vy2OHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AV1RWdUeEbg/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-8830061594243389047</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T15:13:39.102-07:00</atom:updated><title>Que grandes jaja</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SB-Gg_Wr9gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0Q8cjuJqoVs/s1600-h/1209904858_f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197020396329367042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SB-Gg_Wr9gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0Q8cjuJqoVs/s400/1209904858_f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/5060400270276672552-8830061594243389047?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-grandes-jaja.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SB-Gg_Wr9gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0Q8cjuJqoVs/s72-c/1209904858_f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-1406472797646492828</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T14:02:45.914-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We all must have a Utopia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;tu eres la mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-1406472797646492828?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-all-must-have-utopia-tu-eres-la-ma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-8605404504641897388</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-15T13:03:58.933-07:00</atom:updated><title>Evocaciones</title><description>Que cantidad de recuerdos evocadoras tienes, eres de esos que dice que lo mas importante son lso recuerdos que puedas tener de algien, lamentablemente muchos de ellos te hacen sentir bien durante breves segundos, vuelves a la realidad, en lo mas profundo sigues anelando esos evocadores recuerdos, tus sueños hablan de crear muchos mas a su lado.&lt;br /&gt;Y te mortificas porque sabes que realmente eso nunca mas ocurrirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente quieres olvidar? o prefieres seguir con ese amargo sentimiento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She´s Gone,,que oscura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7lRBM2U3nc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F7lRBM2U3nc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-8605404504641897388?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/04/evocaciones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-6186144918375625689</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-26T02:02:07.145-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bajemos al Inframundo, puede que sea el único lugar donde hay gente tan infeliz como tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-6186144918375625689?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/04/bajemos-al-inframundo-puede-que-sea-el.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-2838677402292794677</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T14:21:35.910-07:00</atom:updated><title>Volvere ¡¡¡</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SAPKfKvaeMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/To5DmGh-nkc/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189213832468920514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SAPKfKvaeMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/To5DmGh-nkc/s400/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/5060400270276672552-2838677402292794677?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/04/volvere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/SAPKfKvaeMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/To5DmGh-nkc/s72-c/DSC01057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-2298048237499055704</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-09T12:52:46.843-07:00</atom:updated><title>¿Are you a Mod o a Rocker?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I am a Mocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE GRAndes son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  http://www.myspace.com/themockers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-2298048237499055704?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-mod-o-rocker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-858649338905714489</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T16:15:59.551-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Estas son todas las canciones que me recuerdan a ti, maldita sea, me pongo sentimental al oirlas, sentimental?¿, triste??, recordando¿?, que estupido, realmente me recuerdan a ti, viene acompañado de una tristeza pasajera, que siento numerosas veces, casi a diario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ramones-my brain is hanging upside down (bonzo goes to bitburg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6nwTZPgoHM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6nwTZPgoHM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions - Lady Starlight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9r8RwRmL4Z8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9r8RwRmL4Z8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXdNnw99-Ic&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven mi cancion favorita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKg4g9zMeHI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKg4g9zMeHI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ROLLING STONES-Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-21QK9F1NWc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-21QK9F1NWc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la lista sigue... pero esas son las que me dejan pensando horas...dias..&lt;br /&gt;y despues de un monton de meses te he vuelto a ver... aunque sea por un par de fotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-858649338905714489?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/03/estas-son-todas-las-canciones-que-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-4545051755974504478</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T07:29:00.425-07:00</atom:updated><title>¿Porque ultimamente solo puedo escuchar canciones hechas por estos tres?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/R-0AMjUtLYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ztM5UwLEbgI/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182798961813826946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/R-0AMjUtLYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ztM5UwLEbgI/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..y de vez encuando tambien puedo escuchar led zeppelin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jup5G0meTm4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jup5G0meTm4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-4545051755974504478?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/03/porque-ultimamente-solo-puedo-escuchar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/R-0AMjUtLYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ztM5UwLEbgI/s72-c/35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060400270276672552.post-2583041479115689385</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T07:19:09.522-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dementes 2 :Craig Nicholls</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/R-z9njUtLXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tykpt-8wVOk/s1600-h/07MUSIC-s-vines,0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182796127135411570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/R-z9njUtLXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tykpt-8wVOk/s400/07MUSIC-s-vines,0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cantante y Guitarrista de the vines&lt;br /&gt;Cualquiera que haya oido hablar de el sabra que esta transtornado, es un hombre muy inteligente, pero a la vez excentrico e irresponsable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de los conciertos se tumba en el camerino en posicion fetal abriendo la boca solo para decir que preferiria morirse antes de salir al escenario.Lo que tambien realizaba a veces era meterse en el baño con su pipa y su bolsita de hierva, ha contado en numerosas ocasiones que puede estar mas de un mes solo ingiriendo hamburguesas del macdonal y fumando hierba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 19 de noviembre del 2004 en un juicio por una agresion a un fotógrafo, se reveló que Craig sufria el síndrome de Asperger, un tipo de autismo caracterizado por conductas violentas y una capacidad nula de establecer relaciones sociales, hasta el 2006 tenia prohibido ir de gira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mediados de &lt;a title="2005" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt;, la banda anunció que grabarían un tercer &lt;a title="Álbum musical" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81lbum_musical"&gt;disco&lt;/a&gt; en Australia, disco bajo la producción de &lt;a class="new" title="Wayne Connolly (aún no redactado)" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Wayne_Connolly&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Wayne Connolly&lt;/a&gt;, el cual fue casi un incógnito, ya que decidieron grabarlo justo luego de que Craig saliera de su tratamiento. El álbum titulado &lt;a title="Vision Valley" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vision_Valley"&gt;Vision Valley&lt;/a&gt; fue lanzado en Australia el &lt;a title="1 de abril" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/1_de_abril"&gt;1 de abril&lt;/a&gt; del &lt;a title="2006" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt; en &lt;a title="Australia" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; y el &lt;a title="4 de abril" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/4_de_abril"&gt;4 de abril&lt;/a&gt; en los &lt;a title="Estados Unidos" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estados_Unidos"&gt;Estados Unidos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 2006, luego de casi 2 años sin tocar en vivo, &lt;a title="The Vines" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vines"&gt;The Vines&lt;/a&gt; retornó a los escenarios haciendo algunos pequeños conciertos, incluyendo uno en el Kentish Town Forus de Londres, el martes siguiente de su actuación en el Carling &lt;a title="Reading" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reading"&gt;Reading&lt;/a&gt; y los festivales de &lt;a title="Leeds" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leeds"&gt;Leeds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Luego de actuar en el Homebake (&lt;a title="Big Day Out" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Day_Out"&gt;Big Day Out&lt;/a&gt;) 2007, Craig reveló que tenía ya escritas unas 15 canciones para el siguiente álbum de The Vines, agregando que empezarían su grabación en &lt;a title="Abril" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abril"&gt;Abril&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a title="2007" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, y que su lanzamiento está programado para finales de &lt;a title="2007" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; o inicios de &lt;a title="2008" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dejo con un video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYfnf6ydcb0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYfnf6ydcb0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5060400270276672552-2583041479115689385?l=brt3790.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://brt3790.blogspot.com/2008/03/dementes-2-craig-nicholls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (berto)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_j2Im6HLIRss/R-z9njUtLXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/tykpt-8wVOk/s72-c/07MUSIC-s-vines,0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>