<?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-24164748</id><updated>2011-04-30T11:02:13.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Court of the Crimson King</title><subtitle type='html'>trying to live.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-116733273253624250</id><published>2006-12-28T16:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T16:05:32.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>asdf</title><content type='html'>¡VIVO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-116733273253624250?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/116733273253624250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=116733273253624250' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/116733273253624250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/116733273253624250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/12/asdf.html' title='asdf'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115473329680321210</id><published>2006-08-04T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:14:56.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>Te extranno mi amor. Mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo cuento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12346234623545119803487846564756187314571451384561385194773491827374767567683472392981982738436765476547574287382392391893238473846576513519561784561378956136518745183451387738747514356173451745710381791873451345145145kill5645634656your4534523523452345parents45243534534534524353754635635this124514353453245325234is4534523not234652435234even23411434543near534535of4545243how435234523much4353245345you34535345mean43524534to2134235me4452345&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busquen los mensajes subliminales ;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tocando guitarra ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115473329680321210?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115473329680321210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115473329680321210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115473329680321210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115473329680321210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115448645969790542</id><published>2006-08-01T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:40:59.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:B</title><content type='html'>Algo tiene que ver.&lt;br /&gt;Sera el karma? Sera eso lo que me persigue?  Sera eso lo que me tiene asi?&lt;br /&gt;Si lo vemos de un punto de vista, si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfasfsaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me recuperare. Pero me doleria de todas maneras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! te amo tanto :(&lt;br /&gt;y nesesito Q: asdfsdaf para mi salud mental xD y fisica que siga asi. Que los dos nos sigamos amando.&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfsdfsd&lt;br /&gt;es tan dificil ;O! no querer estar con nadie mas, pero no poder estar con quien mas quieres. Y asi terminas estando sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terminas estando como deberias estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dame&lt;br /&gt;dame&lt;br /&gt;dame&lt;br /&gt;dame&lt;br /&gt;dame&lt;br /&gt;dime&lt;br /&gt;dime&lt;br /&gt;razones para saber que lo haces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para dejar de torturarme sola t.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115448645969790542?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115448645969790542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115448645969790542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115448645969790542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115448645969790542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/08/b.html' title=':B'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115440203696277673</id><published>2006-07-31T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:13:56.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfasdf</title><content type='html'>no se&lt;br /&gt;si estoy loca&lt;br /&gt;No se&lt;br /&gt;si es verdad..&lt;br /&gt;No se si lo edito!&lt;br /&gt;No se! ya no se!&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se! entre lo que me dicen! entre lo que yo digo, entre lo que veo, entre lo que quiero! entre  lo que nesesito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tener lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uta wn... estaria a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quieres ver ahi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115440203696277673?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115440203696277673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115440203696277673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115440203696277673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115440203696277673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/asdfasdf.html' title='asdfasdf'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115422304766912024</id><published>2006-07-29T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:30:47.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausencia (Pablo Neruda)</title><content type='html'>-Apenas te he dejado, &lt;br /&gt;Vas en mí, cristalina &lt;br /&gt;O temblorosa, &lt;br /&gt;O inquieta, herida por mí mismo &lt;br /&gt;O colmada de amor, como cuando tus ojos &lt;br /&gt;Se cierran sobre el don de la vida &lt;br /&gt;Que sin cesar te entrego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor mío, &lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos encontrado &lt;br /&gt;Sedientos y nos hemos &lt;br /&gt;Bebido toda el agua y la sangre, &lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos &lt;br /&gt;Con hambre &lt;br /&gt;Y nos mordimos &lt;br /&gt;Como el fuego muerde, &lt;br /&gt;Dejándonos heridas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero espérame, &lt;br /&gt;Guárdame tu dulzura. &lt;br /&gt;Yo te daré también&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una rosa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115422304766912024?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115422304766912024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115422304766912024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115422304766912024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115422304766912024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/ausencia-pablo-neruda.html' title='Ausencia (Pablo Neruda)'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115387536996348534</id><published>2006-07-25T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:56:12.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MANUAL PARA NO SER UN FLAITE</title><content type='html'>Si no quiere pitearse un flaite, por lo menos no se transforme en uno de ellos, dejo una práctica guía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUISITOS BASICOS PARA NO SER FLAITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUIDESE DE DECIR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cachas de cachas, caleta de N, calesquiera cantidá, tillible loooco, haiga, diferiencia, pior, pecsi (Pepsi), albitro, confletis, chocomil, alevantate, nadien, rejuntalo, confleis, muncho, rempujalo, saludes, albitro, hacer del baño, mucha calor, esparda, la yilete, broca cochi, estar guars (star wars), picza o pitza (pizza), ira (mira), panita (amiga), lonche (lunch), pol (por)etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMBIEN CUIDESE DE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcar demasiado y agregar "S" al final de las palabras, por ejemplo: hicistes, vistes, trajistes, comistes, dormistes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y OTRAS FLAITADAS COMO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OIGA PANITA, GANESE AQUI, DENTRATE PA’ DENTRO, SUBETE PA ARIBBA, SE SALIO PA AFUERA, BAJATE PA ABAJO, AQUELOQUE, SE SIRVE DAMA, PASALE NO MAS, AZOCIEGATE TE DIZEN, ZI-I, NO-O, VOY A HACERME EL ASEO.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFERIRSE AL ACTO AMATORIO COMO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Te voy a hacerte el sexo.&lt;br /&gt;- Guashita te echo un coito.&lt;br /&gt;- Echar a pelear los meones.&lt;br /&gt;- Echarle carne al tajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLAMAR A LA REGLA DE LAS MINAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Andar con el tomate reventao.&lt;br /&gt;- Andar con la luz roja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tener sexo oral:&lt;br /&gt;- Sopear la macha.&lt;br /&gt;- Planchar la alfombra.&lt;br /&gt;- Trapear la baldosa (si la señorita se depila esa zona)&lt;br /&gt;- Hacer la especialidá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRASES PAL BRONCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN FLAITE DIRIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mijita, le bajaría la regla a chupones.&lt;br /&gt;- Quien fuera mosca pa que me atrape tu sapo.&lt;br /&gt;- Quien fuera Ladysan con alas para hacerte volar el sapo.&lt;br /&gt;- Washiiiiita... Le pondría una naranja en l'hocico y te chuparía las tetas hasta sacarte fanta (ya clasico).&lt;br /&gt;- Quien fuera peo pa recorrerte el hoyo.&lt;br /&gt;- Dame la dirección de tu ginecólogo pa ir a sssssshuparle los deítos.&lt;br /&gt;- Quien juera limon pa' aliñarle el chorito.&lt;br /&gt;- Quien juera parvulario pa jugar con tus pendejos.&lt;br /&gt;- Ojala juera laxante, para hacerte cagar.&lt;br /&gt;- Tienes unos ojos que parecen sartenes y cuando te miro se me fríen los huevos.&lt;br /&gt;- Con ese culito usté caga bombones.&lt;br /&gt;- Me muero por ver sus ojitos... En mi ombligo.&lt;br /&gt;- Tiene el trasero caído... pero del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;- Si el rojo es el color de la pasión, báñeme con tu menstruación.&lt;br /&gt;- Señorita tome asiento...en mi pichula ¡muchas gracias!&lt;br /&gt;- Corazón mío, corazón de alambre te meto el pico y te saco sangre.&lt;br /&gt;- Washita, ¿por qué no me regala su sonrisa vertical?&lt;br /&gt;- Por qué no me chanta un peo en la tula ¿ha?.&lt;br /&gt;- Quien fuera paco pa' meter la presa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNA MINA FLAITE DIRIA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quien juera pan de completo pa montarme en su vianesa.&lt;br /&gt;- Y, no se puede privar de decirle a su amado en el medio de la cópula: “Brayatan, dame tu leshe de guerrero”.&lt;br /&gt;- Hace tiempo que no soy de nadien.&lt;br /&gt;- Cómeme enterita papulli.- Te voy a dejarte seco guashito.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Me lo vay a hacermelo por el shico?&lt;br /&gt;- Mi lley, a ver ese mashete.&lt;br /&gt;- Dame duro papito.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Te dai cuenta que ahora soy tuya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tomarse una guagua (combinado en botella de cocacola) antes de entrar a una discotheque o evento, para entrar puesto.&lt;br /&gt;- Lucir a la camboyana como trofeo de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;- Entrar al baño con una taza de café y un periódico.&lt;br /&gt;- Poner al perro en el techo de la casa.&lt;br /&gt;- Bailar como los flaites de mekano.&lt;br /&gt;- Tapar la ventana del auto con una toalla.&lt;br /&gt;- Poner un muñeco de peluche arriba de la computadora.&lt;br /&gt;- Usar tanga de leopardo.&lt;br /&gt;- Vestir los asientos del auto con camisetas.&lt;br /&gt;- Quitarse los zapatos en público.&lt;br /&gt;- Encresparse las pestañas con una cuchara.&lt;br /&gt;- Dejarse larga la uña del dedo chiquito.&lt;br /&gt;- Tatuarse el nombre de la polola o hijo.&lt;br /&gt;- Tirarse flatos pronunciando algún nombre.&lt;br /&gt;- Los hombres con visos a lo pinilla.&lt;br /&gt;- Poner un tapizado de llama, tigre o leopardo en el tablero del auto.&lt;br /&gt;- Ver telecebollas mexicanas o venezolanas como Gata Salvaje y otras.&lt;br /&gt;- Cantar canciones en inglés sin saber lo que esta diciendo.&lt;br /&gt;- Comprar imitaciones de perfumes o pedir muestras gratis.&lt;br /&gt;- Traer una esclava gruesa de oro o plata.&lt;br /&gt;- Tener el compac de Rigeo&lt;br /&gt;- Bailar "el gusanito"&lt;br /&gt;- Llamar "confleis" a todos los cereales.&lt;br /&gt;- Llamar "chocomil" a todos los chocolates en polvo.&lt;br /&gt;- Llamar "coca" a todos los refrescos. ("me da una coca de naranja").&lt;br /&gt;- Pintarse con brillos pa disimular manchas o espinillas y usar&lt;br /&gt;straplesss si no tienes donde esconder aquel rollo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ser fan de "Mekano" y admirar a personajes como Karen Padola, Rony Dance, Rigeo (y su hermana claro), Amanda, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Y llorar con las canciones de los Marco Antonio Solís.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUNOS NOMBRES FLAITES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon, Barnaby, Radamex, Sandro, Herandy, Neptuno, Yonathan, Brayatan, Yessenia, Bayron, Cristal, Christell, Lesly, Karen Paola, Fransua, Yerson, Yosiney, Dayana, Yordan, Betzy, Escarleth, Wendy, Richard, Teddy, Maikol, y un eterno etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting para Joacot =D que me mando este archivo ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115387536996348534?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115387536996348534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115387536996348534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115387536996348534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115387536996348534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/manual-para-no-ser-un-flaite.html' title='MANUAL PARA NO SER UN FLAITE'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115335590634778732</id><published>2006-07-19T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T20:38:26.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Still You Turn Me On&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Emerson Lake And Palmer&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you want to be an angel,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be a star,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be a poet,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be my string?&lt;br /&gt;You could be anything.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the lover of another&lt;br /&gt;Undercover? You could even be the man on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the player,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the string?&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;It just don't mean a thing.&lt;br /&gt;You see it really doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;when you're buried in disguise&lt;br /&gt;by the dark glass on your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;though your flesh has crystalised;&lt;br /&gt;Still .... you turn me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be a colour cover magazine;&lt;br /&gt;create a scene.&lt;br /&gt;Every day a little sadder,&lt;br /&gt;A little madder,&lt;br /&gt;Someone get me a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the singer,&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be the song?&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something&lt;br /&gt;you just couldn't be more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You see I really have to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that it all gets so intense.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From my experience&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't seem to make sense,&lt;br /&gt;Still .... you turn me on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115335590634778732?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115335590634778732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115335590634778732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115335590634778732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115335590634778732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-you.html' title='Miss you'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115267940146435690</id><published>2006-07-12T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:43:21.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IM YOUR GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKMYeXkYcgs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKMYeXkYcgs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda guitarra nesesita un Killzone Mode&lt;br /&gt;xDD jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;el tipo que hizo esto es Dios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115267940146435690?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115267940146435690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115267940146435690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115267940146435690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115267940146435690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-your-god.html' title='IM YOUR GOD!'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115198547761969271</id><published>2006-07-03T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:57:57.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty girl</title><content type='html'>Who really knows about me? &lt;br /&gt;Who can read my skin as a book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who =3&lt;br /&gt;You, pretty girl. I know a lot of people. But, you are almost the only one who can really know about me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Because of that, and so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115198547761969271?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115198547761969271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115198547761969271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115198547761969271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115198547761969271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/pretty-girl.html' title='Pretty girl'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115188641741101667</id><published>2006-07-02T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:26:57.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moizefala</title><content type='html'>Estoy muerto&lt;br /&gt;Las sombras no me dejan ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Y mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Haría a un monje renunciar a su fé&lt;br /&gt;Mis anhelos&lt;br /&gt;hacen aún más lamentable el deseo&lt;br /&gt;Y mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Se han repetido tanto&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero seguir despierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo convencer a mi alma&lt;br /&gt;a que espere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando cartas de amor&lt;br /&gt;que sin su luz son sólo ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Sé que las escribe el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que me dejan sin voz&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115188641741101667?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115188641741101667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115188641741101667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115188641741101667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115188641741101667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/07/moizefala.html' title='Moizefala'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115169672311378033</id><published>2006-06-30T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:45:23.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible is Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jkm86AfI48I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jkm86AfI48I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es divertido este comercial. Nombran a Messi, PERO NUNCA LO MUESTRAN! :cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque seaun Slogan de comercial, trato de recordarlo :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115169672311378033?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115169672311378033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115169672311378033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115169672311378033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115169672311378033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='Impossible is Nothing'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115144236415843908</id><published>2006-06-27T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:06:04.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Know</title><content type='html'>Por que la gente ve el llanto como algo malo? Por que ve las lagrimas con miedo y trata de ocultarlas?&lt;br /&gt;Es solo otra manera de expresar  algo. Alguna preocupacion,  dolor, e incluso alegria.  Como la risa.&lt;br /&gt;Sino ries, todos suponen que no eres feliz. Si llegas a llorar, tambien lo piensas.&lt;br /&gt;He llorado feliz. SI! He llorado feliz.&lt;br /&gt;En una instancia. Ha sido una vez... si, eso creo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora lloro.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de tu silencio. TANTO MIEDO DEL SILENCIO.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que te veia, de nuestro silencio. Despues ya no le tuve miedo. Pero ahora que no te veo, y mas que no hablamos casi nada. Bueno... llega a ser inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a leer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que escribi hace unos meses&lt;br /&gt;"Me gusta pensar que me quieres.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta creer que podría existir algo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los pequeños pasos, indirectos, pero claros.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta recordarte con una canción.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cantar Wish you where Here contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta quedarme contigo horas en un mismo lugar, irnos y decir que el tiempo nunca fue ni será suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta usar cinco asientos en el cine, solo para abrazarte.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta verte día por medio.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cuando me miras y me cohibo, aunque no sepas que significa eso.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta gastar innesesariamente dinero en mensajes solo para jugosear contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta darte besos a escondidas de mi padre.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta escucharte decirme te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta decirte te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta soñar que esto podría llegar a ser una linda relación.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta despertar de ese sueño, pero sabiendo que aún me quieres.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta imaginar que al verte de nuevo sigas queriendome.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta besarte y que un hippie nos quiera vender panqueques vegetarianos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta ir contigo a edificios que parecen antros, aunque sea solo para verte.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que la gente crea que somos novios.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan decirte naranja.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que me digas Uva.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta caminar tres pasos, parar y que me beses, pero que te rías por los panqueques.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta zippy&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tu pelo, pero no te lo cortes más (xD)&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que te emociones con Helloween.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que te enojes cuando insultan a Helloween.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar que estás leyendo esto y que te interesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustas tú, más allá de todo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría poder llevarte conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;And, here i am. Awake of that dream, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar que te hayas acordado de mi y leas esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no me gusta pensar en que no te podré besar ni mirar cohibidamente. Ni llamarte a las tres de la mañana para que me conteste balbuceando por el sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Ni nada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la letra de una cancion que me gusta mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Hush&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Deep Purple&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;I got a certan little girl she's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; No doubt about it she looks so fine&lt;br /&gt;She's the best girl that I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's gonna make me feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;She broke my heart but I love her just the same now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I need your love and I'm not to blame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;They got it early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;They got it late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want that needing&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta get ahead of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a love like quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Only took one touch of her hand&lt;br /&gt;Blow my mind and I'm in so deep&lt;br /&gt;That I can't eat and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;She broke my heart but I love her just the same now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I need your love and I'm not to blame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;They got it early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;They got it late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want that needing&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta get ahead of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115144236415843908?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115144236415843908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115144236415843908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115144236415843908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115144236415843908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-know.html' title='Dont Know'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115121699641701797</id><published>2006-06-25T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:29:56.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gol de Lionel Messi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNZ0xKmauL0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pNZ0xKmauL0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG&lt;br /&gt;Fue buen gol, eh? ;&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;No  tengo videos de los goles de hoy, pero, OMFG, el de Rodriguez fue algo espectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo suenno xD&lt;br /&gt;See ya'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115121699641701797?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115121699641701797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115121699641701797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115121699641701797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115121699641701797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/gol-de-lionel-messi.html' title='Gol de Lionel Messi'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115109897408990228</id><published>2006-06-23T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:42:54.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to that Rush (duo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3IuMnRHM4U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3IuMnRHM4U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Billy Sheehan and Mister Paul Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115109897408990228?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115109897408990228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115109897408990228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115109897408990228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115109897408990228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/addicted-to-that-rush-duo.html' title='Addicted to that Rush (duo)'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115085862796354518</id><published>2006-06-20T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:57:07.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>asdf&lt;br /&gt;Se me fue la inspiracion. La vacie toda. No, no creo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero senti esa emocion. El estar casi hablando y pensando demasiado rapido y no dejar de hablar. Y lo hice en algo que en verdad me emociona. Si! le estoy dando mi inspiracion a mi mayor vicio. La musica. Mas espesificamente, el rock progresivo.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras pueda conocer mas y mas de este estilo, concepto, idea, lo hare con gusto ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan lindo conocer algo que te hace sentir tantas cosas, aunque no sea tangible. Es casi especial. Para algunas personas. Y esas personas solamente deberian entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya&lt;br /&gt;tengo suenno, pero no quiero irme a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Omfg&lt;br /&gt;lampard D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I mean, led zeppelin never wrote tunes that every one liked, they left that to the Bee Gees"&lt;br /&gt;JWUJAJAJA&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta esa frase&lt;br /&gt;Wayne del ass xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L~uv you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115085862796354518?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115085862796354518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115085862796354518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115085862796354518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115085862796354518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_20.html' title='~'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115076530742863254</id><published>2006-06-19T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:01:47.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got another confession to make: I’m your fool&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s got their chains to break, holdin’ you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you born to resist or to be abused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gone and onto someone new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something that I didn’t have but had no use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose&lt;br /&gt;My heart is under arrest again but I break news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is giving me life or death but I can’t choose&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith? It's real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must, confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... oh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh... oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith? It's real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;The life, the love, you die to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hope that starts, the broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must, confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got another confession, my friend: I’m no fool&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of start it again somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused?&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith? It's real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;You trust, you must, confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;OMFG No me gustan los Foo Fighters pero esta cancion es linda ^^ y me gusta que&lt;br /&gt;xD aunque sea mala para cantar te escribire una letra linda, y con mi guitarra compondre algo para  ti.&lt;br /&gt;OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you feel about us.&lt;br /&gt;And you know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;I l~ove you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la cancion que te escriba quiero sacar todo lo que siento por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115076530742863254?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115076530742863254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115076530742863254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115076530742863254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115076530742863254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-of-you.html' title='Best Of You'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115074810806575108</id><published>2006-06-19T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:15:08.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[]</title><content type='html'>No creo que las personas tengan destinada la pareja con la que van a estar. No me lo creeria yo si te digo "Naci para estar contigo" o "Nacimos para conocernos"&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;No se Por que pense esta wea&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente&lt;br /&gt;Lo pense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Estoy mas feliz asi&lt;br /&gt;Porque fue algo tan poco planeado que lo hace especial ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115074810806575108?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115074810806575108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115074810806575108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115074810806575108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115074810806575108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='[]'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115069059603694336</id><published>2006-06-19T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:16:36.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:cry</title><content type='html'>No te amo mas!&lt;br /&gt;Mentiria diciendo que&lt;br /&gt;Todavia te quiero como siempre te quise&lt;br /&gt;tengo la certeza de que nada fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;Siento dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;que tu no significas nada&lt;br /&gt;no podria decir jamas que&lt;br /&gt;alimento un gran amor&lt;br /&gt;siento cada vez mas que&lt;br /&gt;"ya te olvide"&lt;br /&gt;Y jamas usare la frase&lt;br /&gt;"Yo te amo"&lt;br /&gt;Lo lamento pero debo decir la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Es muy tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, mi amor xD lee esto de abajo para arriba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weon ^^ eres mi todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115069059603694336?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115069059603694336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115069059603694336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115069059603694336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115069059603694336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/cry.html' title=':cry'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115068731003768984</id><published>2006-06-18T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:21:50.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;I Believe&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;" id="sz"&gt;Joe Satriani&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out walking for hours.&lt;br /&gt;I've got something on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;How did we get here? Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;And why is life so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the stories, see the photographs.&lt;br /&gt;World's in a crazy space.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to hold on to my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no other place.&lt;br /&gt;There's just no other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;We can change anything.&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;We can rise above this.&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;In my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the shadows of the living.&lt;br /&gt;Seen them turn and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep searching for the right words&lt;br /&gt;To send these thoughts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a picture I like to look at,&lt;br /&gt;A picture of a beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;And I see something in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Sends me to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;Sends me to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;We can change anything.&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;In my dream.&lt;/p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces se siente miedo de perder algo porque se esta demasiado dependiente de eso. Asi me siento yo. Pero saco el miedo porque, como dijo el sabio maestro Yoda, el miedo trae los celos, los celos a la desconfianza, y asi sigue.&lt;br /&gt;;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eres hermoso weon, te lo he dicho tantas veces xD pero es cierto. Me cohibia cuando me mirabas, porque.. weno.. no se. Lo encontraba todo tan pero tan bueno y lindo y casi weon casi sonnado, pero suena demasiado de cuento de disney xD&lt;br /&gt;sadfasdf&lt;br /&gt;Me da lata que por esto puede que te pierdas de muchas experiencias wenas. Como debe serlo la media D; y me da lata xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento tan afortunada weon. De estar con alguien que me quiere y este haciendo esto por mi. Que me anime. Que me diga bonita cuando me dan esos ataques de baja autoestima xD que me reconosca como su novia aun sabiendo que mucha gente no lo entenderia y tambien entender de que esas personas no importan, porque no tienen por que entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que este espacio que no sabemos con que llenar eran las veces que nos mirabamos, o besabamos. Este espacio que aveces es imposible llenar con palabras, pero ganas de poder expresarlo no faltan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seh... este espacio que me gustaria poner ahora. Sabes que lo siento, pero aunque lo sepas, creo que a veces siempre queda como ese nudo x3 en la garganta. Mas de alguna vez lo debes haber sentido, cuando no te lo digo.&lt;br /&gt;A mi me pasa de repente. Pero es algo con l que aun no he aprendido a vivir. Algo que no me gustaria, la verdad, aprender. El aprender a tenerte lejos, pero es la unica opcion para no morir en el intento xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, weon. Con todo lo que tengo. Con toda mi mente, alma, corazon, unna, pestanna y ojo ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recreas mi vista, ohoho :hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115068731003768984?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115068731003768984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115068731003768984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115068731003768984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115068731003768984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115060150713630465</id><published>2006-06-17T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T23:31:47.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to the Edge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  The Solid Time Of Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of yourdisgrace&lt;br /&gt;And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace&lt;br /&gt;And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar&lt;br /&gt;Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against thehour&lt;br /&gt;And assessing points to nowhere, leading every single one&lt;br /&gt;A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And take away the plain in which we move&lt;br /&gt;And choose the course you're running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the edge, round by the corner&lt;br /&gt;Not right away, not right away&lt;br /&gt;Close to the edge, down by a river&lt;br /&gt;Not right away, not right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed the line around the changes of the summer&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to call the color of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see&lt;br /&gt;Getting over all the time I had to worry&lt;br /&gt;Leaving all the changes far from far behind&lt;br /&gt;We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the end, round by the corner&lt;br /&gt;Close to the edge, just by a river&lt;br /&gt;Seasons will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all over and done&lt;br /&gt;Now that you find, now that you're whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II  Total Mass Retain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained withlove&lt;br /&gt;It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above&lt;br /&gt;I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand&lt;br /&gt;There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don'tunderstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see&lt;br /&gt;As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea&lt;br /&gt;There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understoodwill be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the edge, close by a river&lt;br /&gt;Close to the edge, round by the corner&lt;br /&gt;Close to the end, down by the corner&lt;br /&gt;Down at the edge, round by the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the journey takes you all the way&lt;br /&gt;As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known&lt;br /&gt;Guessing problems only to deceive the mention&lt;br /&gt;Passing paths that climb halfway into the void&lt;br /&gt;As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the edge, round by the corner&lt;br /&gt;Close to the end, down by a river&lt;br /&gt;Seasons will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III  I Get Up, I Get Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking&lt;br /&gt;Saying that she'd take the blame&lt;br /&gt;For the crucifixion of her own domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two million people barely satisfy&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of honesty can achieve&lt;br /&gt;How many millions do we deceive each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In charge of who is there in charge of me&lt;br /&gt;Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?&lt;br /&gt;The truth is written all along the page&lt;br /&gt;How old will I be before I come of age for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV  Seasons Of Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems&lt;br /&gt;And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love&lt;br /&gt;As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rulesabove&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm tospace&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about theplace&lt;br /&gt;On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley&lt;br /&gt;Called to witness cycles only of the past&lt;br /&gt;And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to the edge, down by the river&lt;br /&gt;Down at the end, round by the corner&lt;br /&gt;Seasons will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all over and done&lt;br /&gt;Called to the seed, right to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now that you find, now that you're whole&lt;br /&gt;Seasons will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up, I get down&lt;br /&gt;I get up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115060150713630465?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115060150713630465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115060150713630465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115060150713630465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115060150713630465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/close-to-edge.html' title='Close to the Edge'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115057994941730670</id><published>2006-06-17T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:32:29.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>He aqui el link de la "Enciclopedia parlante". Una breve historia del &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock Progresivo. &lt;/span&gt;Bastante completa. Me gusto bastante.&lt;br /&gt;Para los que les interese aqui esta el &lt;a href="http://enciclopediaparlante.blogspot.com/"&gt;Link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien lo puse en mis links de favoritos, por si acaso este no llegase a funcionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115057994941730670?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115057994941730670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115057994941730670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115057994941730670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115057994941730670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115057389058214622</id><published>2006-06-17T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:51:30.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PollySatriani</title><content type='html'>Te dije que me iba a duchar y a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Pues lo hice. Pense  tantas cosas. Estaba desesperada. Triste. Sola.&lt;br /&gt;Pense&lt;br /&gt;Que te deje solo. Aun cuando con tus lagrimas me pediste que me quedara. Entendiste  que no podia, pero aun asi lo deseabamos los dos. Que impotensia y frustracion!&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero llorar. No quiero llorar por un camino que eleji, y que a pesar de todo estoy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en todo esto y se que soy feliz. Se que a pesar de estar aqui soy feliz. Porque no hay razones para no estarlo.&lt;br /&gt;A veces nostalgia y frustacion. Y es dificil. Dificil. Pero la posibilidad esta. El camino ya lo tenemos en frente y me alegra caminarlo contigo de la mano. Mirando al frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existen las otras posibilidades, los otros carriles, caminos, que nos separan. Pero mientras existan esos, seguira existiendo el nuestro juntos.&lt;br /&gt;No pensare en aquellos caminos, aunque sepan que existan. Porque el que es importante y en el que tengo responsabilidad. Mi responsabilidad mas grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya&lt;br /&gt;voy a comer ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv ;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115057389058214622?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115057389058214622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115057389058214622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115057389058214622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115057389058214622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/pollysatriani.html' title='PollySatriani'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115042096374639324</id><published>2006-06-15T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:22:44.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmento 6/6/06 de mi cuaderno</title><content type='html'>Tal vez llene este libro para cuando te vea.&lt;br /&gt;Si es asi ^^ tendras mucho que leer mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro podria ser una novela de amor :narf con un final feliz real, o uno tragicamente triste. El nuestro. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pido que no tengas miedo de amarme. Que no tengas miedo de crecer conmigo. Con todo digo no tengas miendo de seguir con esto. No lo tienes, yo tampoco, solo un poco por las posibilidades de desamor. Si llegas a terminar conmigo y yo no me convenzo de ello. Pues, miedo al abandono.&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto lo creo posible y te tengo confianza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto que estaras haciendo. SI en lo que estes haciendo estas pensando en mi.&lt;br /&gt;Si! Soy posesiva xD Quiero poseer hasta tus pensamientos. Creo que se me pasara, espero D; Lo unico que no quiero es ser una celosa paranoica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que nunca pase, pero, si llegas a besar a otra, u otro xD, dimelo. Y tendremos que conversar. Porque un beso es algo bastante serio. Si lo sientes de verdad. Es mi paranoia!! Ok?!!! SDDFASDFADSF OMFG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're all alone In your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Hidding from The world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy encerrada, con el discman funcionando, escribiendo estas letras, palabras, pensamientos, ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi de nuevo la nocion del tiempo. Y del resto del mundo. Podria abrir la puerta y salir en cualquier parte. Como en "Howls Moving Casttle". Seria muy Rlz. Podria ir a dond Jose cuando quisiera, :baba. Seria tan addsaf. Podria ir en la noche a la caqsa de JJose y dormir con el. OMFG. Dormir apretaditos y desnudos, juntos (omfg te extranno T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace mucho tiempo que que no escuchaba Octavarium. Olvidaba lo brillante que era. Me recuera esa noche del concierto, con todos esos azules y morados.&lt;br /&gt;Me emociona de verdad sentir todas estas cosas por la musica.&lt;br /&gt;La musica, creo es mas que un escape. Creo que por eso la clasifican con estilos. Porque representa alguna idea y concepto. Libertad. Por eso la gente se siente identigicada con estilos y se revfela al mundo con algo de ello mas superficial. Sea estetica o propaganda. Es como para demostrar un poco tu posicion y actitud. Es algo superficial. Pero mucha gente creo que hace eso.&lt;br /&gt;sdfasdf Stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i here? If i belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya van a ser las 12.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que en cinco minutos, vere el reloj :watch&lt;br /&gt;En unos siete, ocho minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adfasfaf&lt;br /&gt;Extranno que me abrazes con tu cuerpo sudado. Despues de habernos tocado.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm ^^ Ducha!&lt;br /&gt;Me masturbe hace una media hora. No, hace una hora. Pero recorde tu cara de Exitacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Recordando tu expresion&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a desear&lt;br /&gt;Esas noches de calor&lt;br /&gt;Llenas de ansiedad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cuando estabas por llegar y me decias "Sigue" entre gemidos. Los que mas me han exitado.&lt;br /&gt;Siento como si hubiera descargado toda mi pasion contigo. Toda? Jamas. Aun queda mas para ti, y solo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Yo creo que seremos unos abuelitos apasionados y bien cachondos.&lt;br /&gt;Ojala lleguemos juntos hasta viejos. Ojala lleguemos juntos hasta los 17 xD&lt;br /&gt;Despues nos preocuparemos del resto. Cuidemonos mucho, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaria recivirte en mi cama. Es toda Bullera xD Tiene las sabas azules con las almohadas y el cubre cama rojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rojo. Mmm. Un color muy apasionado. Mmm.. dsafadsf  YA! Quiero pasion contigo t.T. Y no quiero perder esa pasion.&lt;br /&gt;Que me preocupa? No la he perdido y no me siento mal como para hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;EL SENTIMIENTO ESTA INTACTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si alguna vez llegas a dudar si cobtibuar esto, esta locura y osadia contra lo obvio y el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos enamorado.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo en este libro como si te estubiera hablando y trato de imaginar respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Im the Mistres that you'll never forget?&lt;br /&gt;Estaba caminando por el centro con mi mama. Yo escuchando musica.  A paso rapido. Cuando escucho esa frase comienzo a parar. Senti un nudo en la garganta. Pero continue con el pasado tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Recorde tu cara de desesperacion y angustia en el aeropuerto.&lt;br /&gt;Me trague las lagrimas en la calle y quede sin expresion alguna.&lt;br /&gt;Pensaba en cuanto te extranno y  nesesito. Que si el camino es duro y resbalozo, y que no puedo seguirlo sola.&lt;br /&gt;Por mucho tiepo que pase quiero tenerte a mi lado con tu corazon enamorado, mente despierta y palabras sabias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no sea fisicamente, mi amor, saber que me amas a veces es suficiente para no desear a nadie mas nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Lor llu.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento de unas paginas que escribi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115042096374639324?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115042096374639324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115042096374639324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115042096374639324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115042096374639324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/fragmento-6606-de-mi-cuaderno.html' title='Fragmento 6/6/06 de mi cuaderno'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115033465392988621</id><published>2006-06-14T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:24:13.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/1600/1133213306_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/320/1133213306_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a Movie&lt;br /&gt;Isn It?&lt;br /&gt;Glad you made me part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOVE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shanshi ;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 id="title"&gt;ღ&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BBF3]&lt;br /&gt;[GodSpeed your black Emperor!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115033465392988621?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115033465392988621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115033465392988621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115033465392988621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115033465392988621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-like.html' title='Is like'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115030681308039954</id><published>2006-06-14T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:45:42.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;friday night, i had a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;there she was, out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thunderstruck, nailed to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i couldn't move, couldn't talk...anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[love]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of all these guys it's you she desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;secretly her heart is on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;waiting for you to ask her to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;go ahead, make your move...now's your chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[passion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it right, do it right, we ain't got all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do it now, do it now, i think you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[pride]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; let it out, let it out, now don't mess about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;let her in, let her in, let the party begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i was, nervous and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;struck with awe as i caught her eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i mustered up courage and walked her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;figuring out what to do...what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[love]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her heart sings as she sees you come near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the music fades, the crowd disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;she weeps in silence as you pass her by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and she's wondering why...oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[passion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it right, do it right, we ain't got all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do it now, do it now, i think you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[pride]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it out, let it out, now don't mess about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;let her in, let her in, let the party begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[agony] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember your father, well you're just like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nothing but violence and fury within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;remember your mother, so lonely and sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this will be her fate if you treat her as bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[fear] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're afraid she might turn you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;all your hopes dashed to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nobody loved you, nobody will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;why should you even try...but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night, i had a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[wife]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no need to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there she was, out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[wife]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just started to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand, we took the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[wife] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we danced, and we danced, and we danced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could move, i could talk...even more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[passion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it right, do it right, we ain't got all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do it now, do it now, i think you know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[pride]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it out, let it out, now don't mess about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;let her in, let her in, let the party begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;[agony]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember your father, well you're just like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nothing but violence and fury within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;remember your mother, so lonely and sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this will be her fate if you treat her as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Come and take me to Dance&lt;/span&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/24164748-115030681308039954?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115030681308039954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115030681308039954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115030681308039954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115030681308039954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115023893768732240</id><published>2006-06-13T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:48:57.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape me</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Rape Me&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Rape me, Rape me my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Rape me, Rape me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me do it and do it again&lt;br /&gt;waste me, Rape me my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite inside source&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss your open sores&lt;br /&gt;appreciate your concern&lt;br /&gt;you'll always stink and burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape me, rape me my friend&lt;br /&gt;Rape me, rape me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one ahh&lt;br /&gt;Im not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;Rape me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok pero yo SI soy la Unica.... you better :mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo T.T quiero abrazo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115023893768732240?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115023893768732240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115023893768732240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115023893768732240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115023893768732240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/rape-me.html' title='Rape me'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-115017139899836504</id><published>2006-06-12T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:03:19.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>You where here&lt;br /&gt;I know  you'd stop my tears with a kiss. And calm me in the night  hughing me while sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...i miss you dad. IF you read this,  have in mind that i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hugh and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss on my lips. Bloody Kiss. On my bloody lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfadsf&lt;br /&gt;No me dan ni ganas de masturbarme.&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi imaginacion vuela cuando pienso en ti xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo Shanshi ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-115017139899836504?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/115017139899836504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=115017139899836504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115017139899836504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/115017139899836504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114970152078116954</id><published>2006-06-07T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T13:32:00.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo ^^</title><content type='html'>No tengo mucho que escribir.&lt;br /&gt;Ni mucho que decir.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que jamas lo he tenido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que jamas he podido describir como me siento, ni tampoco lo que pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y este no sera el momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer cumplimos dos meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribi algo, pero no lo traigo ahora conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lo haga lo escribire aca.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Si.&lt;br /&gt;A este corto plaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;No subestimes mi resistencia, ok? No pienses que soy una bruja.&lt;br /&gt;No me enojare sino me pudiste llamar, porque en nuestra instancia no es muy facil hacerlo. Y no creas que por no haber hablado dos dias va a cambiar lo que siento.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque gracias por haberte preocupado tanto. Me hizo sentir bien y mas tranquila. Lamento si yo alguna vez he dudado de tu fuerza y de tu amor o palabra. No voy a justificarlo con mi pasada y mala experiencia. Ya hablamos de eso.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Estuve triste estos dias. Tal vez te sentiste igual. No tal vez. Me atreveria a afirmar que lo hiciste. Hush darling. No sufras. No llores. Estoy contigo siempre, piensa en que yo estoy pensando en ti cada momento que pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos malos de naturaleza mi amor ;&gt; 6/6/06 Dos meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;No olvides jamas, ni te lo cuestiones. Pienso en ti cuando despierto y cuando duermo. Siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta en la ducha :wet xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114970152078116954?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114970152078116954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114970152078116954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114970152078116954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114970152078116954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/te-amo_07.html' title='Te amo ^^'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114939044609120197</id><published>2006-06-03T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T23:07:26.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of our hungry Love</title><content type='html'>You threw your web&lt;br /&gt;right down on me&lt;br /&gt;You suck my blood just to live&lt;br /&gt;You're the black princess in the garden of grief&lt;br /&gt;Eating me piece by piece&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;is like mouth full of spiders&lt;br /&gt;Like needles under my skin&lt;br /&gt;To sleep with you&lt;br /&gt;is like a bed filled by snakes&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't resist&lt;br /&gt;Oh, licking your bloody lips,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and sucking your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lash me with your whip&lt;br /&gt;I'm your slave...My dear carniwhore&lt;br /&gt;You're the cocaine on my filthy mirror&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god how I need you&lt;br /&gt;Living in fear to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;My lips turn to blue&lt;br /&gt; I'm like a sheep among the hungry wolves&lt;br /&gt;This is my sorrow blues&lt;br /&gt;You're the poison in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a fool in your game I&lt;br /&gt;n the prison of my own frontiers&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is my worst fear&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by your heavenly smile&lt;br /&gt;And my soul is the price&lt;br /&gt;Oh, licking your bloody lips,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and sucking your fingertips&lt;br /&gt; Oh, lash me with your whip&lt;br /&gt;I'm your slave, for you I bleed&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i miss your lust. I miss your rouge lips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114939044609120197?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114939044609120197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114939044609120197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114939044609120197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114939044609120197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/taste-of-our-hungry-love.html' title='A taste of our hungry Love'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114936835638030136</id><published>2006-06-03T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:59:29.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>Cuánto ha de esperar&lt;br /&gt;para al fin poder hallar&lt;br /&gt;la otra mitad de mí&lt;br /&gt;que me acompañe a vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadé tiempo en un mar&lt;br /&gt;de apariencia, y ahogué el amor.&lt;br /&gt;No sé puede ocultar&lt;br /&gt;el perfume de una flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto me cuesta sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;cuánto sonreír&lt;br /&gt;sin poder quitarme el antifaz&lt;br /&gt;que me disfraza de normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volveré a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;allí hasta donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo quiero amarte y poder tener&lt;br /&gt;alguien en que apoyarme&lt;br /&gt;alguien en quien volcar&lt;br /&gt;todo el amor que cercenó el qué dirán ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No más miedo a entregar&lt;br /&gt;mis labios sin antes mirar,&lt;br /&gt;no más miedo a acariciar&lt;br /&gt;nuestros cuerpos y soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la mierda con&lt;br /&gt;el armario y el diván&lt;br /&gt;y si hay que luchar,&lt;br /&gt;luchar es educar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que en asuntos del corazón&lt;br /&gt;no hay regla de dos.&lt;br /&gt;Que somos distintos, somos iguales&lt;br /&gt;no más guetos, alza la voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando llegue el final&lt;br /&gt;el otoño de nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;yo te esperaré.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras, vive&lt;br /&gt;y lucha por tener&lt;br /&gt;derecho a elegir c&lt;br /&gt;on qué cabeza tu almohada compartir.&lt;br /&gt;Orgulloso de ser quien eres&lt;br /&gt;y no como deberías ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto me cuesta sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;cuanto sonreír&lt;br /&gt;sin poder quitarme el antifazque&lt;br /&gt;me disfraza de normal.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción puede tener otro significado.&lt;br /&gt;Yo le doy un significado para nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;El otoño de nuestro amor x) no tenía idea que salía aquí cuando te lo dije. Espero verte en el otoño mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy hice el trabajo duro de el cambio T_T mis tendones están demasiado adoloridos, ahora se están quejando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuve una media hora sentada en la puerta de mi casa. Sin pensar en nada puntual. Solo me senté ahí. Despues me di cuenta de que no tenía idea cuanto tiempo habí estado ahí. Me dejé llevar por el sonido y la calma que había. Pensé que había pasado una hora desde que estaba allí, cuando recien llevaba sentada veinte minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estoy contigo 20 minutos no nos duran. Nos sentimos ajenos al tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perdí xD llegó tanta gente y me interrumpieron el post así que perdí la onda con este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO MI AMOR ^^ ADSFASDFDF A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114936835638030136?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114936835638030136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114936835638030136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114936835638030136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114936835638030136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114927488424598366</id><published>2006-06-02T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:01:24.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Good to me</title><content type='html'>Say goodbye and close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;let's drift away&lt;br /&gt;Like a ship on the ocean, we'll set sail for a better day&lt;br /&gt;Come live in a daydream, this is your wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Let's swim in the deep sea, so jump in and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream away don't wait for the night&lt;br /&gt;Cause any old time at all sounds good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, you can open your eyes, we're almost there&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel all the energy? there's magic everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Come live in a daydream, create your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Just let the feeling surround you and it will set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all got problems, don't let them get to you&lt;br /&gt;And when your feeling down, there's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream away don't wait for the night (Don't wait for the night to come)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause any old time at all sounds good to me&lt;br /&gt;Dream away, everything's alright (everything alright tonight)&lt;br /&gt;I hope it sounds good to you, sounds good to meSounds good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;If the distance does not conquer our forces we will demonstrate to the world that the time does not kill the love.We will ^^&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Ai shiteru&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe Sie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adsfasdfsadf&lt;br /&gt;Oma Et&lt;br /&gt;;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114927488424598366?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114927488424598366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114927488424598366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114927488424598366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114927488424598366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/sounds-good-to-me_02.html' title='Sounds Good to me'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114921747257028003</id><published>2006-06-01T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:04:32.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>te amo ^^</title><content type='html'>Love of my life, you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;You've broken my heart, and now you leave m&lt;br /&gt;eLove of my life, can't you see...&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back, bring it back,&lt;br /&gt;don't take it away from me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know, what it means to me&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my love, you now desert me&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life can't you see...&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back bring it back, don't take it away from me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know, what it means to me&lt;br /&gt; You will remember, when this is blown over&lt;br /&gt;And everything's all by the way&lt;br /&gt;When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind youHow I still love you (I still love you)&lt;br /&gt;Back hurry back, please bring it back home to me&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know, what it means to me&lt;br /&gt;Love of my life, Love of my life, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO!!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114921747257028003?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114921747257028003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114921747257028003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114921747257028003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114921747257028003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/te-amo.html' title='te amo ^^'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114917590253188593</id><published>2006-06-01T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:31:42.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Thinking ABout you</title><content type='html'>Been thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;your records are here,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are on my wall,&lt;br /&gt;your teeth are over there.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still no-one,&lt;br /&gt;and you're now a star,&lt;br /&gt;what do you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;and there's no rest,&lt;br /&gt;shit I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;still see you in bed.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm playing with myself,&lt;br /&gt;and what do you care&lt;br /&gt;when the other men are far, far better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the things you've got,&lt;br /&gt;all the things you need,&lt;br /&gt;who bought you cigarettes,&lt;br /&gt;Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt; so how can you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;These people aren't your friends,&lt;br /&gt;they're paid to kiss your feet.&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what I know&lt;br /&gt;and why should you care&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt; and there's no rest,&lt;br /&gt;should I still love you, s&lt;br /&gt;till see you in bed.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm playing with myself,&lt;br /&gt;what do you care,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you've got, she'll never need,&lt;br /&gt;all the things you've got.&lt;br /&gt;I've bled and I bleed to please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALA PERSONA&lt;br /&gt;DEJA DE SACARME PICA CON EL CONCIERTO CTMM!!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;Sí sí.. tu fuiste a DP y yo estaba en un asado de mierda ¬¬ CTM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma Et&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114917590253188593?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114917590253188593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114917590253188593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114917590253188593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114917590253188593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-thinking-about-you.html' title='Been Thinking ABout you'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114911774330248060</id><published>2006-05-31T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T19:22:23.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Heart</title><content type='html'>Now I know that the end comes&lt;br /&gt;You knew since the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;You are alone again&lt;br /&gt;My soul will be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's the clock even running&lt;br /&gt;If my world isn't turning&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice in the doorway wind&lt;br /&gt;You are alone again I'm only waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tear into pieces my heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave with no repentance&lt;br /&gt;I cried to you, my tears turn into blood&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to surrender&lt;br /&gt;You say that I take it too hard&lt;br /&gt; And all I ask is comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Bring back to you a piece of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the moments&lt;br /&gt;Life was short for the romance&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose it will fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving everything&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, war is over&lt;br /&gt;The return of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Put my hands on my bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero cambiarme de casa, pero ya no soporto acá, en casa ajena. Aunque tenga que esta sin internet una semana xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114911774330248060?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114911774330248060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114911774330248060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114911774330248060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114911774330248060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleeding-heart.html' title='Bleeding Heart'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114910135986268613</id><published>2006-05-31T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:49:19.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn SOlo</title><content type='html'>No es muy difícil, pero muy largo para escribirlo sino tienes como imprimir la tab :Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SOLO2 ( acoustic )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eb--1p0-----1--5p1----1--3p1----1----555-0---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hb--3--3---3-3-3--3--3-3-3--3--3-3---777-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gb------2----------2---------2---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;db--------0---------0---------0----2---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ab---------------------------------0---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eb-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eb--1p0-----1--5p1---5p1-1-3p1----1----8-8-8---3---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hb--3--3---3-3-3--3--3--3-----3--3-3---101010--5---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gb------2----------2-----------2-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;db--------0---------------------0----2-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ab-----------------------------------0-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eb-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eb------6-----8--12-8h10p8-15-13-12-10-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hb-----6-----8-------------------------13----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gb----7-----9--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;db---8----10---------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ab-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eb-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eb---------10------12----151515-12-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hb-------10------12---13---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gb-----11------13----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;db---12------14------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ab-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eb-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eb------6----8--12-8h10p8-15-13-12-17-----5--7~~~--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hb-----6----8--------------------------3-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gb----7----9------------------------2--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;db---8---10----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ab-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eb-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114910135986268613?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114910135986268613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114910135986268613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114910135986268613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114910135986268613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/05/damn-solo_31.html' title='Damn SOlo'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114902584807147761</id><published>2006-05-30T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:50:48.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Alibi</title><content type='html'>Helloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece you're tearin' me apart&lt;br /&gt;Give to me and try another start&lt;br /&gt;Brick by brick you really love this game&lt;br /&gt;Things from which I can't refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stories have been told&lt;br /&gt;I give a damn, they're much too old&lt;br /&gt;How often will we face the end of our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see it all come true?&lt;br /&gt;A splendid time for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can we expect it bein' nice as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my secret alibi&lt;br /&gt;Angel of my nights&lt;br /&gt;Can we do it right?&lt;br /&gt;Let's just try each others love so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Till we can't deny my secret alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding by ding can you dig my dong&lt;br /&gt;It may come short but it might come long&lt;br /&gt;Limb by limb you're climbing on my tree&lt;br /&gt;Making things more fun for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stories have been told&lt;br /&gt;I give a damn, they're much too old&lt;br /&gt;How often will we face the end of our dreams?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see it all come true?&lt;br /&gt;A splendid time for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Can we expect it bein' nice as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my secret alibi&lt;br /&gt;Angel of my nights&lt;br /&gt;Can we do it right?&lt;br /&gt;Let's just try each others love so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Till we can't deny my secret alibi [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) You know its for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114902584807147761?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114902584807147761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114902584807147761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114902584807147761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114902584807147761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/05/secret-alibi.html' title='Secret Alibi'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114878479311331693</id><published>2006-05-27T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:57:34.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sdfdfxD</title><content type='html'>¿CÓMO SE DRIRÍA EN LAS DISTINTAS UNIVERSIDADES CHILENAS LA FRASE: "NO PISAR ELPASTO"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD GABRIELA MISTRAL: "Saca la Cherooke del cesped pos ñatito"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD DEL DESARROLLO: "Please, don't walk on the grass"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD DE SANTIAGO: "No pisí el pasto, won oh!"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD CATOLICA: "¡Por el amor de dios, no pisen el pasto!"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD TECNICA FEDERICO SANTA MARIA: "Favor no pisar el pasto artificial"&lt;br /&gt;CAMPUS ANTUMAPU U. DE CHILE: "Favor no robarse el pasto"&lt;br /&gt;INGENIERIA U. DE CHILE:: "Muestra de pasto, favor de no pisar"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD BDO. O'HIGGINS: "Pena de acuartelamiento por pisar el cesped"&lt;br /&gt;SOCIOLOGÍA U. DE CHILE: "No en el pasto"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD DE LA FRONTERA: "Favor no comerse el pasto"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD DE LOS ANDES: "El pasto es una obra maravillosa de la creacion.Use las salas de estar"&lt;br /&gt;.U.M.C.E. y U.T.E.M. : "Favor no fumarse el pasto"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD CENTRAL: "Saca la chala de la yerba"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD ANDRÉS BELLO: "Si usted pisó el pasto, por favor pasar a pagar enla caja,gracias"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD ADOLFO IBÁÑEZ: "Por favor no comercializar el pasto"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD ARCIS: "No prepare explosivos en el pasto"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD DE LAS AMERICAS: "¿Qué es el pasto?"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD DIEGO PORTALES: "¿Cuál pasto?"&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSIDAD IBEROAMERICANA : " ...con cuea tenemos pasto!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan lejos estoy del suelo en que nací!(8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo D:!&lt;br /&gt;Proudly stands&lt;br /&gt;Until the world ends the victorius banner of love!!!(8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your arms a dream comes true for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls of to young lovers. Waiting to touch them self again, but what they don't know is that their souls are together, now and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114878479311331693?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114878479311331693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114878479311331693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114878479311331693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114878479311331693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/05/sdfdfxd.html' title='sdfdfxD'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114849232153670517</id><published>2006-05-24T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:39:35.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meself</title><content type='html'>It seems that, by the sircunstances these are the most appropriate songs for me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;They describe how I feel with everyting happening now and what it's about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;¿Por qué?          Dime la razón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Inténtalo, porque aún no lo comprendo.&lt;br /&gt;     ¿Sentiré alguna vez esto de nuevo?&lt;br /&gt;     Cielo azul, te reencontraré en el final.&lt;br /&gt;     Libéralos, los recuerdos que tienes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;       Libérame, y descansa hasta que esté junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Un día          como hoy,&lt;br /&gt;     todo mi mundo se ha transformado.&lt;br /&gt;     Nada de lo que digas&lt;br /&gt;     me quitará este dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Giro, tomaré          est&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; lento camino.&lt;br /&gt;     Ardo, ardo para sentirme vivo de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Ella, ella hubiese querido que siguiera adelante.&lt;br /&gt;     Mírame, aún pertenezco a este lugar.&lt;br /&gt;     Busca, encuentra algo más de lo que yo encontré.&lt;br /&gt;     Y afróntalo, esta vez estoy so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Los días          se desvanecen,&lt;br /&gt;     y mi mundo continúa cambiando.&lt;br /&gt;     Pero te siento cerca,&lt;br /&gt;     y eso me mantiene cuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Así que          sigue así,&lt;br /&gt;     nunca olvidaré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; estando tú convalenciente y me mirabas,&lt;br /&gt;     aceptando el final.&lt;br /&gt;     Sabía que tenías miedo.&lt;br /&gt;     Eras fuerte y yo lo estaba intentando.&lt;br /&gt;     Te di mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;     dije "todo iba bien, déjame tiempo para irme de aquí",&lt;br /&gt;     y yo continuaré&lt;br /&gt;     haciendo lo mejor que puedo contigo aquí a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;     Déjale que vuelva a su casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/1600/3__Vanish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/200/3__Vanish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Estos muros&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Es tan duro para          mí&lt;br /&gt;      encontrar las palabras para expresar&lt;br /&gt;      los pensamientos que aún permanecen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cautiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o de mí          mismo,&lt;br /&gt;      todas las emociones comienzan a esconderse&lt;br /&gt;      y nada puede así tener solución.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Míra&lt;br /&gt;      cómo me desvanezco,&lt;br /&gt;      estoy perdiendo&lt;br /&gt;      todos mis instintos,&lt;br /&gt;      adentrándome en la oscuridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Derriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;          esos muros por mí,&lt;br /&gt;      detén mi ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ída libre.&lt;br /&gt;      Eres el único que sabe&lt;br /&gt;      que no puedo sostenerme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No es demasiado          tarde para mí,&lt;br /&gt;      para mantenerme sin hundirme aún más adentro.&lt;br /&gt;      Estoy intentando encontrar la salida.&lt;br /&gt;      Derriba esos muros por mí, ahora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hay demasiada          co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nfusión...&lt;br /&gt;      y sentir eso no me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;      Me hundo como una piedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cada vez que intento          hablar&lt;br /&gt;      escucho una voz&lt;br /&gt;      que hace que lo cambie todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mira&lt;br /&gt;      cómo me arrastro&lt;br /&gt;      por los restos&lt;br /&gt;      de mi silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      La conversación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;        está fallando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Derriba esos muros          por mí,&lt;br /&gt;      detén mi caída libre.&lt;br /&gt;      Eres el único que sabe&lt;br /&gt;      que no puedo sostenerme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No es demasiado          tarde para mí,&lt;br /&gt;      para mantenerme sin hundirme aún más adentro.&lt;br /&gt;      Estoy intentando encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; la salida.&lt;br /&gt;      Derriba esos muros por mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cada vez que eliges          darte la vuelta&lt;br /&gt;      ¿es ése todo el valor que puedes pagar?&lt;br /&gt;      ¿Hay alguien que que estará esperándote...?&lt;br /&gt;      ... una vez más...&lt;br /&gt;      ... una vez más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mira cómo          me desvanezco,&lt;br /&gt;      estoy perdiendo todos mis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; instintos,&lt;br /&gt;      adentrándome en la oscuridad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Derriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;          esos muros por mí,&lt;br /&gt;      detén mi caída libre.&lt;br /&gt;      Eres el único que sabe&lt;br /&gt;      que no puedo sostenerme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;No es demasiado          tarde para mí,&lt;br /&gt;      para mantenerme sin hundirme aún más adentro.&lt;br /&gt;      Estoy intentando encontrar la salida.&lt;br /&gt;      Derriba esos muros por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mí, ahora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Derriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;          esos muros por mí.&lt;br /&gt;      No es demasiado tarde para mí,&lt;br /&gt;      derriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;          esos muros por mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/1600/19971027-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/200/19971027-350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The life is confused, it doesn't give you coincidences, but it teaches you of a strange way so that you can see it. It gives you many instance so that you can find yourself, nomatter where you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your only mission in this life is to find your own destiny, and to find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114849232153670517?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114849232153670517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114849232153670517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114849232153670517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114849232153670517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/05/meself.html' title='Meself'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114705599137849687</id><published>2006-05-07T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:39:51.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections.  By: Pepe :)</title><content type='html'>Hi... Soy el pepe D:... tal vez a pocos... bueno MUY pocos le interese si escribo algo yo xD pero weno acá voy de todos modos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mes ha sido demasiado feliz :)... al principio no pensé que significaría tanto para mí...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que te amo.. de verdad... no puedo estar mas seguro. Muchas veces me gusta decir, repetir y reafirmar eso ya que no confío mucho en lo que me pueda decir una persona y por eso suelo creer que ellos tampoco lo creerán con facilidad si solamente lo digo... pero en este mes me he dado cuenta que esto es verdadero. No sé que mierda voy a hacer cuando te vayas... el mundo se me vendrá encima y no te tendré a mi lado para afrontarlo.  No creo que nadie te pueda reemplazar en ningún aspecto, eres alguien que realmente me hacía falta. Ahhh esta puta incertidumbre sobre el futuro me tiene hace mucho tiempo intranquilo... No quiero sentir lo mismo por nadie mas! Pero a la vez me cuesta creer ser capaz de poder seguir con esto aún cuando ya no estés acá. Pero aún así haré todo lo posible porque así sea. Me gustaría tanto que tu hicieras lo mismo y que... al final... esta wea parezca final de cuento xD... Onda una wea así como que atrapan a Bin Laden, muere Jorge Bush, Dimebag Darrel resucita y de ahí tu llegas después de 4 años :). Jajajaja la wea xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asdf esto es muy Narf! xD... Te voy a estar esperando... :)&lt;br /&gt;No lo olvides! D:&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, niña vergonzosa jajaj xD!&lt;br /&gt;Adiós :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sconf ahora es nuestro copiloto D:!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why has zippy forsaken us?"   E:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pa seguir un poco con el estilo del blog aquí les va una song xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maiden And The Minstrel Knight&lt;br /&gt;by Blind Guardian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faithful crowd is gathered hereSoon they'll appear&lt;br /&gt;The high and mighty show up&lt;br /&gt;The king is in doubts&lt;br /&gt;"Apart from this beggar here&lt;br /&gt;There's no one like you my dear&lt;br /&gt;Tasting my lips&lt;br /&gt;No one but you and him&lt;br /&gt;"Round the fire everyone should sing&lt;br /&gt;And praise the gracious queen&lt;br /&gt;Round the fire everyone should dance&lt;br /&gt;And we praise the handsome knight&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever we both will be one&lt;br /&gt;The maiden, the fair and the young fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Will you still wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a moment in life&lt;br /&gt;When all the years will pass by&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;We once shed&lt;br /&gt;We recognize failures&lt;br /&gt;The desperate cries&lt;br /&gt;Of the ones who believed in our lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I'll go you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;My first though and my last though&lt;br /&gt;we'll depart in bitternessone day you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, beloved maiden, mine&lt;br /&gt;Carry on or we have to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Will you still wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's memories&lt;br /&gt;And melodiesAre gone with the wind so sad&lt;br /&gt;Snow-white her hands and golden her hair&lt;br /&gt;But she's not the one out in the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Where everything's pale&lt;br /&gt;There is no sign of youI'm alone&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you should be hereI'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Telling me it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Come rest your head&lt;br /&gt;Come rest your head&lt;br /&gt;Come rest your head&lt;br /&gt;Come rest your head&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and sadness&lt;br /&gt;Reigns in my heart&lt;br /&gt;As long as we liveIt won't go away&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;But torn apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Will you still cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Will you still wait for meWill you still cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly it stands&lt;br /&gt;Until the worlds end&lt;br /&gt;The victorious banner of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114705599137849687?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114705599137849687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114705599137849687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114705599137849687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114705599137849687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/05/reflections-by-pepe.html' title='Reflections.  By: Pepe :)'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114566130607695257</id><published>2006-04-21T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:15:06.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>¿Recuerdas cuando caminabamos en el frío y yo te dije que me recordaban las calles de Washington en Otoño?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando caminé por primera vez esas calles con las hojas cafés no pensé que me haría falta algo más. Ahora sí lo pienso. Pienso en las tardes caminando del Highschool a la casa, pisando las hojas de otoño para confundir el sonido que hacen al romperse con el de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 otoño&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4...&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuantos más hasta que pueda caminar contigo entre los árboles amarillos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuantas más hojas pisaré para ahogar el sonido? &lt;br /&gt;¿Cuantos más días pensaré que yo no soy a quien tomas de la mano y que tú no serás a quien yo esperaré todos los días?&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría pensar que creeré esto hasta cuatro años más. Eso pienso ahora, pero no puedo creerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora me gustaría darte el tiempo que nesesitamos. Perdóname, por no ser lo más atenta que puedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:sconf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fragmento sacado de mi flog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114566130607695257?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114566130607695257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114566130607695257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114566130607695257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114566130607695257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114557160065417507</id><published>2006-04-20T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:20:00.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana subsiguiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Puedes doblarte mucho? Como para caber en una maleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114557160065417507?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114557160065417507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114557160065417507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114557160065417507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114557160065417507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114549086624584353</id><published>2006-04-19T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:54:26.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfdasf</title><content type='html'>No quiero soltarte la mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to  turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... jejeje... pensé lo mismo. El que estaría acá pensando "¿Estará con otra persona?" Me atormenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114549086624584353?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114549086624584353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114549086624584353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114549086624584353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114549086624584353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/asdfdasf.html' title='asdfdasf'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114522105903341560</id><published>2006-04-16T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:57:39.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>Lo siento para algunos, pero aún no muero. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estoy en la casa de mi abuela, esperando para mañana. Mañana veré a mi Scotish man y a mi Pastorius en potencia. ¡Sí!&lt;br /&gt;Hay varias cosas que no puedo decir ni por msn ni por el blog, y por eso nesesito de verdad ver a algunas personas, a mi Scotish man, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacer una junta. Quiero D:! despedirme oficialmente de mis amigos. Quiero asdfadfsdf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sin inspiración. Anoche no dormí bien y creo que me enfermé un poco :retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehhh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llew, Ees 'Ay retal . xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando como, jugosa. ¡Quiero ver "¿Quien engañó a Roger Rabbit?" D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero más que nada quiero verte :cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114522105903341560?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114522105903341560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114522105903341560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114522105903341560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114522105903341560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive!'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114483717044764205</id><published>2006-04-12T06:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T06:19:30.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Dancer in the Dark&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;For My Pain...&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The only hope in this endless night&lt;br /&gt;Is to follow you through the shadows of the deepest blue, away from the light&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice is calling me: "Don’t be afraid"&lt;br /&gt;But there’s something deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Forcing me to turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, don’t turn away, I need you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I know a place where the light and the dark can become as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This loneliness is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place we both can live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the dancer in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You’re the child of the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the sinner of all time&lt;br /&gt;You’re the saint with wings so white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the distant shape in the night&lt;br /&gt;You’re all the innocence left alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re like tainted sun&lt;br /&gt;You’re the star shining bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(6:17 AM. y aún sigo aquí)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114483717044764205?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114483717044764205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114483717044764205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114483717044764205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114483717044764205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/dancer-in-dark.html' title='Dancer in the Dark'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114482782367701729</id><published>2006-04-12T03:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:43:43.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Perdón!</title><content type='html'>¡Amor! Te mandé un mensaje muy estúpido t___t pero igual me llamaste... te desperté. Perdóname... te desperté a la hora del pico. Me llamaste y estabas todo cansadito... con voz de sueñito.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114482782367701729?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114482782367701729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114482782367701729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114482782367701729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114482782367701729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/perdn.html' title='¡Perdón!'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114482679278183641</id><published>2006-04-12T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T03:26:32.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>asdf</title><content type='html'>Me piqué.&lt;br /&gt;Por varias razones.&lt;br /&gt;Una, escribí mucho, pero mucho... unas volaas... y la porquería de internet se pega y se cierra. ¡OMFG! Me encabroné demasiado con eso.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, estoy en riesgo de perder mi música. ¡Eso no es bueno!&lt;br /&gt;Tercer, mi grabador apesta.&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro, tengo sueño pero no tengo ánimos para prepararme un café. No me apetece mucho bajar del tercer piso al primero.&lt;br /&gt;Quinto, no sé si podré ver a José mañana. Quiero verlo. Hace unas 7 horas lo vi. Eso es demasiado. Quiero-verlo.&lt;br /&gt;Sexto, no me sale el Canon :mad:&lt;br /&gt;Séptimo, este post se hace una mierda porque asdfadsf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... ahora hice uno de los actos más intolerantes del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/1600/Piteate%20una%20zorra.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7059/2502/320/Piteate%20una%20zorra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADSF Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tan enojada que&lt;br /&gt;¡Shumanquenlo con barro colocolino weon! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;Nah... lo siento... eso fue fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana me quedaré sin PC :cry&lt;br /&gt;Se lo llevaran en unas siete horas más. Eso me choca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que esta será la última entrada que subiré dentro de algún tiempo. Si entro a algún cyber subiré algo acá y a mi fotolog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno. Nada mucho más que decir. El resto está dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero verte, José :cry&lt;br /&gt;Soy una obsesa, seh... no vine con etiqueta de advertencia. Muajajajaja. Hoy fue hermoso, y todo eso. Narf. Si pudieramos xD omfg quedarnos juntos aunque fuese una noche, sería perfecto. Kiss ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, tonto ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114482679278183641?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114482679278183641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114482679278183641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114482679278183641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114482679278183641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/asdf.html' title='asdf'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114462718338116097</id><published>2006-04-09T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:59:43.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you CLOSER</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Closer&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;You let me violate you&lt;br /&gt;you let me desecrate you&lt;br /&gt;you let me penetrate you&lt;br /&gt;you let me complicate you&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I broke apart my insides&lt;br /&gt; help me&lt;br /&gt; I’ve got no soul to sell&lt;br /&gt; help me&lt;br /&gt; the only thing that works for me&lt;br /&gt; help me get away from myself&lt;br /&gt; I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt; I want to feel you from the inside&lt;br /&gt; I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt; my whole existence is flawed&lt;br /&gt; you get me closer to god&lt;br /&gt; you can have my isolation&lt;br /&gt; you can have the hate that it brings&lt;br /&gt; you can have my absence of faith&lt;br /&gt; you can have my everything&lt;br /&gt; help me&lt;br /&gt; tear down my reason&lt;br /&gt; help me&lt;br /&gt; it's your sex I can smell&lt;br /&gt; help me&lt;br /&gt; you make me perfect&lt;br /&gt; help me become somebody else&lt;br /&gt; I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt; I want to feel you from the inside&lt;br /&gt; I want to fuck you like an animal&lt;br /&gt; my whole existence is flawed&lt;br /&gt; you get me closer to god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; through every forest&lt;br /&gt; above the trees&lt;br /&gt; within my stomach&lt;br /&gt; scraped off my knees&lt;br /&gt; I drink the honey&lt;br /&gt; inside your hive&lt;br /&gt; you are the reason&lt;br /&gt; I stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;You get me Closer to GOD. asdf Misses QWE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114462718338116097?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114462718338116097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114462718338116097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114462718338116097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114462718338116097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-you-closer.html' title='I want you CLOSER'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114454908674417446</id><published>2006-04-08T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:18:06.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza</title><content type='html'>Omfg. Damn el Real madrid. ¡Dejen de empatar! Hoy empató contra la real sociedad. Empataron a 1. Ronaldo hizo un gol buenísimo. Pero se perdio otros dos. En uno se tiró con todo y le pegó al palo, la pelota rebotó y él no calculó por estar en el suelo y la disparó a unos tres metros. ¡ESTABA A MENOS DE DOS METROS DEL ARCO! Omfg. Eso fue en el primer tiempo. En el segundo Mark Gonzales hizo otro gol, y se perdio tres. Amarillas hubo demasiadas, le pusieron hasta a Riesgo xD no me acuerdo por qué. Y como que en una parte se encabronaron, no me di cuenta que pasó. Pero fue divertido mirar y los weones casi peleando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejando de lado eso... no sé que más decir.&lt;br /&gt;Ayer lo pasé la raja con José e Ini ^^ ini, gracias por prestarnos la pieza. jauajjaa xD. Y uta, José por favor léeme la biblia la próxima vez que te vea. Miau. No puede ser, pero te amo zippy.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ini! Es que, nesesitamos un tubo de vaselina y al caballo para el martes. ¿Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max... ¡Te quiero puta! ¡Ayyyy! ¡Que rico! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani preciosa... te amoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini, gracias por ayer xD en verdad te quiero weon. Te amo. No se sobrexijas demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, me encantas x) en serio. Te quiero mucho, precioso, ¿ok? No creas que estoy contigo por las asdfasdf cositas. Te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114454908674417446?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114454908674417446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114454908674417446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114454908674417446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114454908674417446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/pizza.html' title='Pizza'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114446429802539749</id><published>2006-04-07T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:44:58.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Middle Of A Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;In The Middle Of A Heartbeat&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Helloween&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tell me pretty girl, do&lt;br /&gt;you know how I am?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen me&lt;br /&gt;as your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Anything we have is&lt;br /&gt;those hungry nights&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much&lt;br /&gt;left unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;All those little things&lt;br /&gt;you told me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't good enough to&lt;br /&gt;show me&lt;br /&gt;That we're gonna make&lt;br /&gt;it through the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm&lt;br /&gt;doin' right&lt;br /&gt;Together we are still&lt;br /&gt;so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;and the more I try to&lt;br /&gt;be your light&lt;br /&gt;I can't get any closer&lt;br /&gt;to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;just to ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;as I did before&lt;br /&gt;If you only said that&lt;br /&gt;it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;We could then rely&lt;br /&gt;upon your fate&lt;br /&gt;All those little things&lt;br /&gt;you'd tell me&lt;br /&gt;Could bear enough to&lt;br /&gt;show me&lt;br /&gt;That we're gonna make&lt;br /&gt;it through the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm&lt;br /&gt;tellin' right&lt;br /&gt;Together we are still&lt;br /&gt;so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;and the more I try to&lt;br /&gt;be your light&lt;br /&gt;I can't get any closer&lt;br /&gt;to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm&lt;br /&gt;doin' right&lt;br /&gt;Together we are still&lt;br /&gt;so far apart&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a&lt;br /&gt;heartbeat ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tienes idea cuanto te quiero. O tal vez tambien lo sientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, precioso. Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, José ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114446429802539749?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114446429802539749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114446429802539749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114446429802539749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114446429802539749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-middle-of-heartbeat.html' title='In The Middle Of A Heartbeat'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114429745294598599</id><published>2006-04-06T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:29:50.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me gusta.</title><content type='html'>Me gusta pensar que me quieres.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta creer que podría existir algo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los pequeños pasos, indirectos, pero claros.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta recordarte con una canción.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cantar Wish you where Here contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta quedarme contigo horas en un mismo lugar, irnos y decir que el tiempo nunca fue ni será suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta usar cinco asientos en el cine, solo para abrazarte.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta verte día por medio.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cuando me miras y me cohibo, aunque no sepas que significa eso.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta gastar innesesariamente dinero en mensajes solo para jugosear contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta darte besos a escondidas de mi padre.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta escucharte decirme te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta decirte te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta soñar que esto podría llegar a ser una linda relación.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta despertar de ese sueño, pero sabiendo que aún me quieres.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta imaginar que al verte de nuevo sigas queriendome.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta besarte y que un hippie nos quiera vender panqueques vegetarianos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta ir contigo a edificios que parecen antros, aunque sea solo para verte.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que la gente crea que somos novios.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan decirte naranja.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que me digas Uva.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta caminar tres pasos, parar y que me beses, pero que te rías por los panqueques.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta zippy&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tu pelo, pero no te lo cortes más (xD)&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que te emociones con Helloween.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que te enojes cuando insultan a Helloween.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar que estás leyendo esto y que te interesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustas tú, más allá de todo.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría poder llevarte conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;And, here i am. Awake of that dream, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar que te hayas acordado de mi y leas esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no me gusta pensar en que no te podré besar ni mirar cohibidamente. Ni llamarte a las tres de la mañana para que me conteste balbuceando por el sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Ni nada.&lt;br /&gt;See ya'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114429745294598599?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114429745294598599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114429745294598599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114429745294598599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114429745294598599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-gusta.html' title='Me gusta.'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114420762232137270</id><published>2006-04-04T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:27:02.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly is in a Good Mood</title><content type='html'>Sí. Exacto. Estoy de buen humor.&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fue un día precioso. Más bien, una velada preciosa. Con una persona, muy linda tambien ^^ en todo sentido xD.&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos a ver Fuga. ¡Que película! Es muy buena. Me encantó. De esas que te dejan pensando, con un nudo en la garganta. De esas películas que te interesan. Que te emocionan hasta las lágrimas, o te tensan a su antojo. La obra, &lt;a href="http://www.fuga.cl/musica_down/Fuga.mp3"&gt;Rapsodia Macabra&lt;/a&gt;, es genial.  Deben escucharla ^^ para los que no han visto la película.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No daré muchos detalles sobre la película. Ni sobre ayer. Simplemente, llegué con una sonrisa enorme a casa, con la música en mi cabeza y las escenas de tu mirada en cuadro por cuadro. Omfg, ¡¡la wea!! ¡NARF! Ok, la gente se emociona. Y soy gente. ¿Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Es loq ue tengo que decir de ayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estoy bastante bien. Algo fría con mi mamá, pero es lo de menos. No sé por qué la extrañé tanto. La miro y me dan ganas de salir. No estoy enojada con ella, pero tampoco estoy cariñosa. No estoy, simplemente, o trato de no estar. Le soy obediente, pero no más allá de eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaré cansada... creo yo. Me imagíno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Fugas! xD me obcecioné con las Fugas. Son geniales .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Donde una orquidea se quebró, donde una escena se veló, en el resplandor ausente.&lt;br /&gt;   Estoy anclado en vidrio azul, cortado por la vastidad en la que nadaría por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;   A mi , déjame bajo el mar, donde la luz se precipitó, en la ironía de mi alma |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuga.cl/musica_down/Fuga_capela.mp3"&gt;Fuga Capela Luis Alberto Spinetta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonito ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues pongo otra, de la misma película. La toca Eliseo cuando lo internan por loco. ¡Pobresito! Con todas las weas que le pasaron, era evidente que se dañaría de alguna manera.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, la pongo ahora. No sé de quien es la &lt;a href="http://www.fuga.cl/musica_down/Fuga_2.mp3"&gt;Fuga&lt;/a&gt;, pero es buena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahí están.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que no te hayan apretado mucho en Helloween xDD sino, yo te hago nanai mañana. Omfg...nanai. La wea NARF. Estoy demasiado NARF. Eso me apesta.&lt;br /&gt;Juajajja, me acordé del OWNED que le hice al pepe :P no lo digo xD tal vez no se acuerde. Se lo recordaré mañana. Te quiero pepe xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pos, naa... no creo tener canción ahora. Me da lata poner la letra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you where Here de Pink Floyd. Hermosa, hermosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy ^^ see ya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Tired/Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuché:&lt;/span&gt; Harvest - Opeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/span&gt; Blackwater park - Opeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114420762232137270?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114420762232137270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114420762232137270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114420762232137270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114420762232137270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/04/polly-is-in-good-mood.html' title='Polly is in a Good Mood'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114369589500924517</id><published>2006-03-30T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:18:15.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seh...</title><content type='html'>Soy un hombre de plástico. Que tiene sentimientos y que puede amar. ¡Soy el hombre de plástico! Dime títere, porque soy un títere. Y solo un títere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114369589500924517?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114369589500924517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114369589500924517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114369589500924517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114369589500924517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/seh.html' title='Seh...'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114366438549841144</id><published>2006-03-29T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:33:05.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Love</title><content type='html'>Maybe one day I'll be an honest man&lt;br /&gt; Up till now I'm doing the best I can&lt;br /&gt; Long roads, long days, of sunrise, to sunset&lt;br /&gt; Sunrise to sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dream on brothers, while you can&lt;br /&gt; Dream on sisters, I hope you find the one&lt;br /&gt; All of our lives, covered up quickly&lt;br /&gt; By the tides of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt; Spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt; Wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt; Rolling shadows of nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dream on brothers, while you can&lt;br /&gt; Dream on sisters, I hope you find the one&lt;br /&gt; All of our lives, covered up quickly&lt;br /&gt; By the tides of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sands are flowing and the lines&lt;br /&gt; Are in your hand&lt;br /&gt; In your eyes I see the hunger, and the&lt;br /&gt; Desperate cry that tears the night&lt;br /&gt; Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt; Spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt; Wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt; Rolling shadows of nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Spend your days full of emptiness&lt;br /&gt; Spend your years full of loneliness&lt;br /&gt; Wasting love, in a desperate caress&lt;br /&gt; Rolling shadows of nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tengo hambre. He tenido hambre desde hace mucho tiempo. Pero ataques de ansiedad me impiden comer.&lt;br /&gt;Falta fuerza en mis piernas. Nublada mi vista, está. Mi cabeza se siente presionada.&lt;br /&gt;Nesesito comer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Hungry/Tired/Nerviosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuché:&lt;/span&gt; Hallowed be Thy name - Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/span&gt; The Trooper - Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering... what if...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114366438549841144?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114366438549841144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114366438549841144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114366438549841144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114366438549841144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/wasting-love.html' title='Wasting Love'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114358080587092552</id><published>2006-03-28T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:20:05.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumar... hace como el pico</title><content type='html'>Nueva campaña publicitaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tenga la foto las subiré. Despues de que operaron a mi padrastro, mi madre le tomó una foto. Parecía de esos tipos con cáncer por fumar mucho. Juajajaja. Me la mostró y me dijo "Fumar... ¡ hace como el pico!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ténganlo en mente! Si pos. Especialmente tú ¬¬ no ves que no queiro verte todo cagao en un hospital por eso. Ctm. xD ^^ saludos especiales para ti. Sabes quien eres :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy una mala persona, ¡Sí!&lt;br /&gt;Pronto haré sufrir a una persona, pero no es que quiera en verdad hacerla sufrir. Si sigo como están las cosas, sufrirá más por mi culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te entiendo, Pablo. Ahora sé lo que es. Aunque no te tengo rencor. En verdad es algo demasiado difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser un error. Puede que llore días, noches, semanas. Pero no puedo continuar. Lo siento, en verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Como me dijieron a mi una vez, la gente no siempre es buena. No vale la pena llorar por eso. No quiero que llores por esto. No sería capaz de verte.&lt;br /&gt;Aún así, sabes que te quiero, te amo. Siempre lo he hecho, pero como estamos, no me siento bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| Can't you hear me crying? I'm trying to send a Message down to ye&lt;br /&gt;   It's time to put out the fire&lt;br /&gt;   Get ready for the No Zone |&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta mucho esa parte. Es como :cry :Asdf&lt;br /&gt;And stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pensando tanto. En algunas personas más que en otras. Y entre esas personas, una en especial. Pero, siempre termino pensando en todos. Es como si viera mi vida pasar al frente de mis ojos (No, no creo que muera). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life here is about to end. I shall creat a new some place far. But here... is my home. The people that i love is here. I'll love you, mates. Do not know for how long. Eternaly, i hope. Yet, all  ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfasdfasdfadfadf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sconf es mi copiloto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'&lt;br /&gt;No song today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood:&lt;/span&gt; Hungry/Thoughfull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuché:&lt;/span&gt; Air - Jason Becker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuchando:&lt;/span&gt; Temple of the Absurd - Jason Becker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando, ¿que pasaría si....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114358080587092552?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114358080587092552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114358080587092552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114358080587092552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114358080587092552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/fumar-hace-como-el-pico.html' title='Fumar... hace como el pico'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114322083276002565</id><published>2006-03-24T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:20:32.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Walrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Yo Soy La Morsa&lt;/h3&gt;  Yo soy él como tú eres él como tú eres mí&lt;br /&gt; Y nosotros somos todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt; Mira como corren como cerdos que huyen de un cañón,&lt;br /&gt; Mira como vuelan.&lt;br /&gt; Estoy llorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sentado sobre un copo de maíz,&lt;br /&gt; esperando a la camioneta del manicomio.&lt;br /&gt; Camiseta de la corporación, maldito estúpido martes,&lt;br /&gt; Hombre, has sido un niño travieso, dejas que tu cara se alargue.&lt;br /&gt; Soy el hombre huevo, ellos son los hombres huevo,&lt;br /&gt; Yo soy la morsa, goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Señor Policía de la Ciudad sentado,&lt;br /&gt; Preciosos agentillos puestos en fila,&lt;br /&gt; Mira como vuelan como Lucy en el Cielo, mira como corren.&lt;br /&gt; Estoy llorando, estoy llorando.&lt;br /&gt; Estoy llorando, estoy llorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Materia cremosa amarrillenta, que chorrea de los ojos de un perro muerto.&lt;br /&gt; Pescadora a retel, sacerdotisa pornográfica,&lt;br /&gt; Chico, fuiste una niña traviesa, dejas bajar tus bragas.&lt;br /&gt; Soy el hombre huevo, ellos son los hombres huevo,&lt;br /&gt; Yo soy la morsa, goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sentado en un jardín inglés, esperando al sol...&lt;br /&gt; Si el sol no viene, te pones bronceado&lt;br /&gt; Por estar parado en la lluvia inglesa..&lt;br /&gt; Soy el hombre huevo, ellos son los hombres huevo,&lt;br /&gt; Yo soy la morsa, goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Experto texpecialista, fumadores asfixiándose,&lt;br /&gt; No creen que el bufón se rió de ustedes?&lt;br /&gt; Mira como ríen como cerdos en el chiquero,&lt;br /&gt; Mira como ríen.&lt;br /&gt; Estoy llorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sardinas de sémola, escalando la Torre Eiffel.&lt;br /&gt; Pingüino elemental cantando el Hare Krishna.&lt;br /&gt; Hombre, deberías haberlos visto pateando a Edgar Alan Poe.&lt;br /&gt; Soy el hombre huevo, ellos son los hombres huevo,&lt;br /&gt; Yo soy la morsa, goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt; Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Muy buena canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría decirse que estoy más feliz. Aunque algo me mantiene inquieta. Espero resolverlo pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Extraño a mi niño. No lo veo hace tiempo y no hablo con él desde hace tiempo. Mala cosa, mala cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a hablar nunca más por el teléfono de arriba. Ayer hablé casi dos horas con Pepe. ¡No weon! Aceptalo. Tienes nombre de artista. Maraca. Jejejeje. ¡Ya! Saluditos para él. Que se le aprecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos a Ini, niño precioso. Hoy tal vez me colo a su casa. Muajajajaja. Lo llamaré en el almuerzo. ¡Te amo, ini!&lt;br /&gt;Saludos tambien a Max. Mi Pastorius en potencia, te amo. Jejeje. Tenemos que juntarnos. Petrucci en potencia needs Pastorius en potencia. Ahí tocamos algo de Maiden, Zeppelin, Dream (sí, weon. Tres veces). O en su defecto Placebo. ¡Sé que no te gusta King Crimson! (hereje) Pero podríamos tocar algo.&lt;br /&gt;Saludos a mi niña preciosa. Camila. ¡Camilita! Seh, niña mensa. Te amo ^^ estamos hablando. Podríamos ir a Diana hoy. Con Darkie.&lt;br /&gt;Saludos a mi Novia. ¡Sí! Daniela, no creas que me olvido de ti. Si eres mi novia hermosa. Niña más hermosa no he visto jamás. Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Saludos especiales, a mi niño. Mi amor. A mi Joaquin. Te extraño amor. Mucho. Quiero escuchar tu voz. Abrazarte y poder conversar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Saludos a Sebita. ¡Sí! Mi niño. No hemos hablado, debe estar con la Naty en valpo.  Te  quiero mucho, lindo. Saludos a la Naty, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso no más.&lt;br /&gt;See ya'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: Lazy/Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuché&lt;/span&gt;: King Crimson - Thela Hun Ginjeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuchando&lt;/span&gt;: Lonsa - Ji jo Huasho (Jajajajaja xD jugoseo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114322083276002565?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114322083276002565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114322083276002565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114322083276002565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114322083276002565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-walrus.html' title='I am the Walrus'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114300367882520493</id><published>2006-03-22T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:01:18.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Communication Breakdown&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey, girl, stop what you're doin'!&lt;br /&gt; Hey, girl, you'll drive me to ruin.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what it is that I like about you, but I like it alot.&lt;br /&gt; Won't let me hold you, Let me feel your lovin' charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Communication Breakdown, It's always the same,&lt;br /&gt; I'm having a nervous breakdown, Drive me insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey, girl, I got something I think you ought to know.&lt;br /&gt; Hey, babe, I wanna tell you that I love you so.&lt;br /&gt; I wanna hold you in my arms, yeah!&lt;br /&gt; I'm never gonna let you go,'Cause I like your charms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114300367882520493?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114300367882520493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114300367882520493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114300367882520493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114300367882520493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/communication-breakdown.html' title='Communication Breakdown'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114282430498231151</id><published>2006-03-19T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:11:44.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miau.</title><content type='html'>Ay ay.&lt;br /&gt;Hola pues.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fui a un evento (puede que poco les importe, o pensaron que escribiría algo más interesante) de J-music y otras weas otaku. Fui a ver a Mugotarasii, la banda del Tetsuo. Estuvo bastante bien. ¡Un saludo para ellos! De ahí le preguntaré si ganaron. Le salio muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre esas vueltas, viendo cosas otakus, había un lugar donde estaba el Guitar Heroes. Jugué y resulta que no estuve nada mal. Smoke In the Water, ¡Casi perfecta! en hard. Para ser la primera vez que juego no está mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no ando muy de humor. Estoy cansada, traté de dormir hace unas cuatro horas, pero no se me fue permitido. ¡Malditos! ¿Que tienen contra un buen sueño?&lt;br /&gt;En verdad nesesitaba dormir. Ahora no puedo. Hace demasiado calor y es como si hubiera tomado café.&lt;br /&gt;Ando de mal humor. Estoy funcionando a un 20% de mi capacidad habitual. ¡Ando hecha una paja! Tuve un lijero roze con Joaquin por eso. Estoy demasiado irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. Si les interesa una persona (sea como amigo, etc), y se supone que a esa persona le interesas, pero cuando se saludan no hablan de nada, ¿se sienten culpables de que la relación se deteriore? o ¿Les da rabia que a esa persona no le interese en lo más mínimo? Puede que la otra persona esté pensando lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... que tonterías. Opiniones, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acá la Lyric de una canción que me gusta bastante. Y se la dedico a la mayor parte del ma población.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elephant Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;King Crimson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Talk, it's only talk&lt;br /&gt;Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,&lt;br /&gt;Articulate announcements&lt;br /&gt;It's only talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, it's only talk&lt;br /&gt;Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker&lt;br /&gt;Brouhaha, boulderdash, ballyhoo&lt;br /&gt;It's only talk&lt;br /&gt;Back talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk talk, it's only talk&lt;br /&gt;Comments, cliches, commentary, controversy&lt;br /&gt;Chatter, chit-chat, chit-chat, chit-chat,&lt;br /&gt;Conversation, contradiction, criticism&lt;br /&gt;It's only talk&lt;br /&gt;Cheap talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, it's only talk&lt;br /&gt;Debates, discussions&lt;br /&gt;These are words with a D this time&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,&lt;br /&gt;Dissention, declamation&lt;br /&gt;Double talk, double talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk, talk, it's all talk&lt;br /&gt;Too much talk&lt;br /&gt;Small talk&lt;br /&gt;Talk that trash&lt;br /&gt;Expressions, editorials, expugnations, exclamations,&lt;br /&gt;enfadulations&lt;br /&gt;It's all talk&lt;br /&gt;Elephant talk, elephant talk, elephant talk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces es solo hablar, pero, Do we say something really meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| Music is your only Friend||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;: Mesquina/cansada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuché&lt;/span&gt;: Thela Hunt Ginjeet - King Crimson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escuchando&lt;/span&gt;: The Sheltering Sky - King Crimson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114282430498231151?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114282430498231151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114282430498231151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114282430498231151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114282430498231151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/miau.html' title='Miau.'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114256690453401168</id><published>2006-03-16T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:41:44.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thougts</title><content type='html'>Revisando antiguas cosas me topé con esto que escribí.&lt;br /&gt;Me sorprendí.&lt;br /&gt;Lo postearé aquí porque de verdad sentí como si todo volviese a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si ha alguien de verdad le interesa saber como estoy, pues, estoy mal...me siento mal...tan solo quiero llorar. No lo hago, pero cuando tan solo quiero desmoronarme en los brazos de alguien y llorar, rio enfermamente, presentando un acto ridículo y detestable, mientras que por dentro sollozos chocan en las paredes de mi vacío y putrefacto estómago, haciendo, con ecos, el sonido más fuerte, y rio más enfermamente."&lt;br /&gt;26 de Agosto del 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabrán como me sentía en ese tiempo :) era algo... em... triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muchas veces en las que he estado deprimida, me imagino a mi misma sentada en un sillón, desnuda, con un cigarrillo en la mano, siendo que no fumo, pero imagino que es porque al ser un fumador la edad de vida se reduce a diez años menos que las personas que no son adictas a nada. Y cuando estás deprimido lo único que quieres es deasaparecer. Que nadie te recuerde, o en mi caso, tratar de ver como se sentirías esas personas a las que amo tanto, si llegaran a escuchar que morí."&lt;br /&gt;Esta es otra, un poco menos fuerte. Simplemente era un poco como me sentía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly has changed.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que los actos de los demás definan mi humor. No quiero pasar pendiente de si la gente piensa en mi.&lt;br /&gt;Mucha desconfianza en los demás es por mi propia desconfianza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, escuchando una grabación de Mr. Joker x'DD es genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Music is your only friend/&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Lazy/Tired&lt;br /&gt;Escuchando: Moody Blues - Green Leaves&lt;br /&gt;Time: 22:45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114256690453401168?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114256690453401168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114256690453401168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114256690453401168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114256690453401168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/thougts_114256690453401168.html' title='Thougts'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24164748.post-114247732443834162</id><published>2006-03-15T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:51:10.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Sí! Polly's Back</title><content type='html'>Hize este blog ^^ para cuando esté allá en USA, si me meto en un cyber café, se me hará mucho más fácil que con el fotolog. Ya que no nesesito foto ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no ando con mucha inspiración. De a poco iré diseñando más este blog, dandole más personalidad, and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Trataré de subir cosas. Pero más que nada aquí daré mis sentimientos a conocer. Mis pensamientos y meditaciones. Las nuevas experiencias y todo eso.&lt;br /&gt;Dado que en el fotolog poca gente lee lo que escribo. Para aquellos que lo hacen, y de verdad les interesa saber como estoy, ¡Acá! A los que solo les interesa una buena foto, o cualquier cosa, está el Fotolog. Para eso creo que está. Poca gente sube cosas de verdad bonitas ^^U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso sería.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches.&lt;br /&gt;See ya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polly mode&lt;/span&gt;: Sleepy/mesquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening&lt;/span&gt;: Panick Attack - Dream Theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24164748-114247732443834162?l=crimson-court.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/feeds/114247732443834162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24164748&amp;postID=114247732443834162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114247732443834162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24164748/posts/default/114247732443834162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimson-court.blogspot.com/2006/03/s-pollys-back.html' title='¡Sí! Polly&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Polly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361379072142061685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/7203/grandpiano6is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
