<?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-30466348</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:27:49.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound, Pixels and Fury</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-4515451397768778950</id><published>2008-08-06T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:37:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanza</title><content type='html'>Ahora en podcast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sound-pixels-and-fury.podomatic.com/"&gt;http://sound-pixels-and-fury.podomatic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-4515451397768778950?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/4515451397768778950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=4515451397768778950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4515451397768778950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4515451397768778950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/08/mudanza.html' title='Mudanza'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-7279709374572607928</id><published>2008-07-24T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:19.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SIkvXXKidRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EgyDud2xMwA/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SIkvXXKidRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EgyDud2xMwA/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226760920941884690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me han llevado a donde quiera. Me ayudan a correr, a bailar y a verme bien. Hay grandes, pequeños, bajos, altos, para todos y toda ocasión. Vienen en todos los colores para nunca olvidar la perfecta correspondencia cromática. Nacieron de la necesidad para convertirse en el capricho femenino más trillado. Y sí, nunca se tienen "demasiados" pares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yo tengo mis zapatos para caminar, para saltar, para la lluvia, para soñar y para sentirme guapa. Se me unen como por casualidad y sin ellos me sentiría incompleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bze4gb389_e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Suede Shoes - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Shoes - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Old Brown Shoe - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Zapatillas - El Canto del Loco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-7279709374572607928?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/7279709374572607928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=7279709374572607928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/7279709374572607928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/7279709374572607928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-shoes.html' title='My Shoes'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SIkvXXKidRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EgyDud2xMwA/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-1613736969435733922</id><published>2008-07-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:19.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SIaSJLjBmJI/AAAAAAAAADo/ii0ScKzmfj8/s1600-h/so%C3%B1ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SIaSJLjBmJI/AAAAAAAAADo/ii0ScKzmfj8/s320/so%C3%B1ar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226025104026212498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si bien el pensamiento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consciente&lt;/span&gt; y racional, producto de ciertas misteriosas (por ahora) reacciones bioquímicas en nuestro cerebro, es el más maravilloso producto de la evolución; el pensamiento irracional, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subconsciente&lt;/span&gt; e involuntario.... está más allá de cualquier definición científica. Es más, no la necesita. Que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;joda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Freud&lt;/span&gt; y su psicoanálisis barato. Los sueños, ese hermoso corto circuito en el microscópico cableado de nuestra cabeza, no necesita ninguna explicación. Fuera de los ingenuos que buscan una explicación a su vida en las obras de Morfeo, todos sabemos que el único motivo de un sueño, es su disfrute. Ya sea que nos veamos corriendo entre jardines de girasoles, o volando en un cielo azul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crayola&lt;/span&gt;, o siendo perseguidos por un asesino &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hollywodense&lt;/span&gt;... un sueño debe ser puro gozo. Una película en que somos protagonistas y directores. Un sueño es... el disfrute de la levedad. Así pues, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;déjense&lt;/span&gt; acariciar por la amapola de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Morfeo&lt;/span&gt;, y escuchen esta música para soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; para escuchar/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;download&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bzb84qclg_b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt; Onírico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Everly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Brothers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cover&lt;/span&gt;) - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Harrison&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Dreaming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; coral&lt;br /&gt;I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Emmet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;landscape&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Californication&lt;/span&gt; - Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Chili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-1613736969435733922?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/1613736969435733922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=1613736969435733922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1613736969435733922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1613736969435733922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/07/soar.html' title='Soñar'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SIaSJLjBmJI/AAAAAAAAADo/ii0ScKzmfj8/s72-c/so%C3%B1ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-2029104982267195038</id><published>2008-07-18T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:19.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De arándano y de encanto.</title><content type='html'>Al deseo, los frenos le sientan fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SIDxmfQEh1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qf6MpaHmiD0/s1600-h/desire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SIDxmfQEh1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qf6MpaHmiD0/s320/desire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224441211276003154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La buena reputación es conveniente dejarla caer a los pies de la cama, hoy tienes una ocasión de demostrar que eres una mujer además de una dama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bz6j9bruw_a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You  Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman - Aretha Franklin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-2029104982267195038?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/2029104982267195038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=2029104982267195038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/2029104982267195038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/2029104982267195038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-arndano-y-de-encanto.html' title='De arándano y de encanto.'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SIDxmfQEh1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/qf6MpaHmiD0/s72-c/desire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-573398523335580649</id><published>2008-07-15T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:19.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SH02GUjl8MI/AAAAAAAAADg/SrywQBTLiFY/s1600-h/smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SH02GUjl8MI/AAAAAAAAADg/SrywQBTLiFY/s320/smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223390625044754626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aún más que el alcohol, el cigarro es la droga más solitaria de todas. Y también la primera para la mayoría; tal vez por que, a diferencia del alcohol, no resulta(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;) para nadie escandaloso ver a alguien fumar en la calle, o en la sobremesa de un café. Para muchos un cigarro es la respuesta natural a mucha clase de eventos: un accidente, una pelea, la tristeza, la alegría, el hambre, el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frió&lt;/span&gt;. Después de los primeros cigarros, el efecto de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nicotina&lt;/span&gt; en el cuerpo es nulo (recuerdo esas mareadas cerca del vomito con el humo de los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Camel&lt;/span&gt;s en la secundaría). Así que la razón por la que se fuma, debe ser otra. Tal vez encuentro yo una respuesta hermosa: Por nada. Como todo, como levantarse todos los días o tener una novia. Prender un cigarro significa quemar tal vez segundos de nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;propia&lt;/span&gt; vida. Y aún así se hace. Tal vez por que no nos damos cuenta, tal vez por la adicción a la nicotina, o (yo creo que es por esto), por que sencillamente nos vale madres. Y aunque el cigarro no nos embrutece,  ni cambia nuestra percepción del mundo, aún así, ahora está prohibido disfrutar del sabor del tabaco (y quién sabe que otras cosas más vengan en ese tubo de papel) después de una buena comida y un buen café. Tal vez, ellos ya se dieron cuenta que fumar un cigarro es, antes que todo, un acto de liberación, un decir esta es mi vida, y con ella hago lo que se me pegue la puta gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt;/ descargar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bz3efwrz6_h" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Playlist&lt;/span&gt; para fumar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; Alcohol - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Smoke&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Smoke&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Smoke&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cigarette&lt;/span&gt;) - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cigar&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;smoke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Patty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Bonus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt;: La torre de Babel - Los Tres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-573398523335580649?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/573398523335580649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=573398523335580649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/573398523335580649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/573398523335580649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/07/smoke.html' title='Smoke'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SH02GUjl8MI/AAAAAAAAADg/SrywQBTLiFY/s72-c/smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-4463600881993425058</id><published>2008-07-11T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:19.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuición (a prueba de escépticos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SHecLAwf1LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Xo-jLwcTbCw/s1600-h/intuition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SHecLAwf1LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Xo-jLwcTbCw/s320/intuition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221814005955286194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conviene ser mujer cuando se trata de estar en sintonía con el universo. Sin razón aparente, nuestra panza trata de decirnos algo. No es necesario pensarle mucho porque sin esfuerzo alguno tenemos conocimiento de muchas cosas. Quizás sea gracias a la sabiduría milenaria de nuestras antepasadas, como si todas estuvieramos conectadas. Es una mezcla entre ese sentimiento en el estómago, la fé y el conocimiento empírico. Lo sabes, ¿cómo? n.p.i. Va más allá del entendimiento racional y nos convence de que aún hay cosas que no podemos controlar. Qué maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorprendentemente la intuición no falla. Cuando algo, por alguna extraña razón, no nos da buena espina o nos hace desconfiar, vale la pena hacerle caso a nuestras entrañas. Bueno, no tiene por qué ser siempre negativo, si algo dentro de nosotros nos dice "hazlo" a pesar de que las probabilidades vayan en contra, vale la pena intentarlo. Hay asuntos en donde la razón tiene poco que ver y el corazón tiene mucho que decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist intuitivo femenino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=byyr0uwgi_4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Arms Outstretched - Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;I Try - Macy Gray&lt;br /&gt;From Where I Am Standing - Schuyler Fisk&lt;br /&gt;Naive - Lilly Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-4463600881993425058?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/4463600881993425058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=4463600881993425058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4463600881993425058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4463600881993425058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/07/intuicin-prueba-de-escpticos.html' title='Intuición (a prueba de escépticos)'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SHecLAwf1LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Xo-jLwcTbCw/s72-c/intuition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-1408341543330461711</id><published>2008-07-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Es el sentimiento de melancolía y la tristeza. Es el himno de los despechados y de una comunidad oprimida por siglos. Son las notas de tonos más bajos que entremezclados dan una sensación de empatía a quien se siente abatido y solitario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SG4oK3rnUsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HCOfv4YzFwM/s1600-h/sb10069137m-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SG4oK3rnUsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HCOfv4YzFwM/s400/sb10069137m-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219153185379668674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero el color atribuído a los varones esconde más que pena y pesar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Es el color del &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;cielo&lt;/span&gt;, del &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;mar &lt;/span&gt;profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; y de los &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Y aunque su música utilice el agravio como inspiración, a algunos nos hace muy felices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Gershwin, 1924.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Listen/download:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=byqt8zjh0_n" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-1408341543330461711?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/1408341543330461711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=1408341543330461711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1408341543330461711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1408341543330461711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-blue.html' title='Everything blue'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SG4oK3rnUsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HCOfv4YzFwM/s72-c/sb10069137m-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-3841338618507404427</id><published>2008-06-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SGhjRw49w-I/AAAAAAAAADY/nLDWLqvlCqo/s1600-h/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SGhjRw49w-I/AAAAAAAAADY/nLDWLqvlCqo/s320/leaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217529325141476322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabes que estoy contigo, en todos lados. Voy contigo, a tu costado. Aunque hoy me vaya; aunque hoy, al fín, te deje ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clic para oir/descargar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bylzit75f_l" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you - Band of horses&lt;br /&gt;Winning a battle, losing the war - Kings of convenince&lt;br /&gt;Still I wake up in the morning - Goma&lt;br /&gt;Lovesong - The cure&lt;br /&gt;To be a good woman - Cat Power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-3841338618507404427?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/3841338618507404427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=3841338618507404427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/3841338618507404427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/3841338618507404427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SGhjRw49w-I/AAAAAAAAADY/nLDWLqvlCqo/s72-c/leaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-1216903190230587458</id><published>2008-06-26T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En el mood de un día lluvioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SGQ-JO4lsaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bBoiI0-_wzU/s1600-h/sb10069031h-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SGQ-JO4lsaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bBoiI0-_wzU/s320/sb10069031h-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216362596737069474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Los veranos en la Ciudad de México se distinguen por algo invariable, las tardes lluviosas. A la vez que limpian el ambiente y reducen el calor, desquician a los conductores y empapan a los peatones. Hay días en que nos gusta sentarnos y ver llover tranquilamente. En otras ocasiones, parece arruinarnos el momento. Independientemente del humor en el que la lluvia nos agarre, de junio a septiembre sabemos que nos visita cada tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que la lluvia capitalina te refresque el alma y se lleve tus preocupaciones.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar en línea/download:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=byij97kj4_k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Playlist para un día lluvioso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here Comes a Regular - The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in Vain - Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;Days Like This - Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;I Started a Joke - The Wallflowers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-1216903190230587458?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/1216903190230587458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=1216903190230587458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1216903190230587458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1216903190230587458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/en-el-mood-de-un-da-lluvioso.html' title='En el mood de un día lluvioso'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SGQ-JO4lsaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bBoiI0-_wzU/s72-c/sb10069031h-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-4017959453663810473</id><published>2008-06-23T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SGCI1VT-_mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/99ENlt0O2xI/s1600-h/sofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SGCI1VT-_mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/99ENlt0O2xI/s320/sofia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215318818330443362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Por qué?&lt;/span&gt; Preguntarlo en todo y para nada. Conocer, salir de la caverna. Llegar a la respuesta, tocar el fuego con las manos y volar al sol hasta quemarnos. Descubrir la farsa de dios, meter un taladro a la cabeza, encontrarle un sentido a la nada. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explotar como una estrella que se rompe en mil pedazos y deja idiotas a      los astrónomos durante una semana. &lt;/span&gt;O simplemente mirar las estrellas... sin saber nada. No sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clic para oir/descargar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=byfwdc60c_9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El espacio - Café Tacvba&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize? - The flaming lips&lt;br /&gt;Escaramujo - Silvio Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;Polvo de estrellas - Drexler&lt;br /&gt;Oliver - Childs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-4017959453663810473?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/4017959453663810473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=4017959453663810473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4017959453663810473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4017959453663810473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/sofa.html' title='Sofía'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SGCI1VT-_mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/99ENlt0O2xI/s72-c/sofia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-2452000825984305249</id><published>2008-06-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:03:21.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>"If there's one thing that I could never confess, it's that I can't dance a single step."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es la forma primitiva de expresión por antonomasia. La danza ha ido evolucionando desde antiguos rituales religiosos hasta una burda representación del apareamiento. Sea en parejas, en tribus, o solo, bailar ha acompañado a las grandes composiciones armónicas del hombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila como si nadie te viera, que bailar es soñar con los pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene Kelly en 1952, bailando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkEvy-9yVyQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkEvy-9yVyQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un playlist para bailar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=byah9fl0c_c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You! Me! Dancing! - Los campesinos&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you look good on the dance floor - Arctic Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance to Joy Division - The Wombats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-2452000825984305249?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/2452000825984305249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=2452000825984305249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/2452000825984305249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/2452000825984305249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-1024090440417026985</id><published>2008-06-12T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'</title><content type='html'>Acompañado de la vergüenza y la culpa, la cruda moral es la peor de todas.  La cagué, ¿y ahora? Dada la imposibilidad de regresar en el tiempo y corregir nuestros actos, los seres humanos hemos desarrollado el arrepentimiento, y con ello, las disculpas. Hay tantas maneras de pedir perdón como maneras de arruinar relaciones, momentos o vidas enteras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SFE_Smg69wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fU8djoHSQUE/s1600-h/bebetriste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SFE_Smg69wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fU8djoHSQUE/s320/bebetriste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211015832653199106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te remuerde la conciencia pensar que todo estaría mejor si tan solo (no) lo hubiera dicho/hecho/pensado... Al final, pasó lo que pasó y no hay manera de cambiarlo. ¿Lamentarse? quizás nos consuele. Aprendamos a vivir a pesar de los errores y dejemos de tratar de remediarlos. Eso sí, que nos quede claro que hay errores que no podemos volver a cometer. Nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar en línea/download:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bykclfyse_i" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist para arrepentidos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Was I - Jenny Owen Youngs&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word - Elton John&lt;br /&gt;Ain't Too Proud To Beg - The Temptations&lt;br /&gt;Title and Registration - Death Cab for Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-1024090440417026985?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/1024090440417026985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=1024090440417026985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1024090440417026985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1024090440417026985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/quoth-raven-nevermore.html' title='Quoth the raven, &apos;Nevermore.&apos;'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SFE_Smg69wI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fU8djoHSQUE/s72-c/bebetriste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-4982650890195474152</id><published>2008-06-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:19:39.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs27/300W/i/2008/044/b/f/Drink_To_Get_Drunk_by_gottabeagga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 402px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs27/300W/i/2008/044/b/f/Drink_To_Get_Drunk_by_gottabeagga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que estar ebrio siempre. Eso es todo, es lo único importante. Para no sentir el horrible peso del Tiempo que hace añicos tu espalda y te inclina hacia laTierra, hay que embriagarse sin tregua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Pero de qué? De vino, de poesía o de virtud, a tu gusto, pero embriagate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si alguna vez, sobre la escalinata de un palacio, sobre la hierba verde de un pozo, en la soledad sombría de tu recamara, te despiertas, y la embriaguez ya ha disminuido o desaparecido, pregunta al viento, a la ola, a la estrella, al ave, al reloj, a todo lo que huye, a todo lo que gime, a todo lo que rueda, a todo lo que canta, a todo lo que habla, pregunta que hora es; y el viento, la ola, la estrella, el ave, el reloj te responderán: "¡Es hora de embriagarse!, Para no ser los esclavos martirizados del tiempo, emborrachate; ¡emborrachate sin cesar! De vino, de poesía o de virtud, a tu gusto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Baudelaire  (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franceweb.fr/poesie/baudel1.htm"&gt;original en francés&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para oir online y/o descargar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bdwhrbd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol - Robert Jay&lt;br /&gt;Wine, women,  whisky - Papa Lightfoot&lt;br /&gt;Alabama Song - The doors&lt;br /&gt;Drunk, that's all - Laverne Ray&lt;br /&gt;Noche oscura - Café Tacvba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-4982650890195474152?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/4982650890195474152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=4982650890195474152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4982650890195474152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4982650890195474152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/alcohol.html' title='Alcohol'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-1097062957654344973</id><published>2008-06-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy!</title><content type='html'>Son maravillosos aquellos días en que te despiertas con una sonrisa y, por alguna extraña razón, el mundo parece sonreírte de regreso. Afortunados quienes lo viven con frecuencia o más de una vez en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SEi0If3YHXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rvlXTW-FhX0/s1600-h/kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SEi0If3YHXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rvlXTW-FhX0/s320/kite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208611027139698034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al acabar el día, todo luce tranquilo, todo parece perfecto. Nada mejor que irse a dormir con la sensación de que hoy todo salió bien, el mundo estuvo de acuerdo conmigo. No pasa los días más importantes de tu vida o en los momentos más trascendentes. Ocurre cuando menos lo esperas, es el punto medio de la cotidianeidad que nos auxilia con un día donde siempre estemos bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar en línea/download:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bykce1og3_a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist para esos días:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Happy - Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;Australia - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Mr A - The Hoosiers&lt;br /&gt;Move Your Feet - Junior Senior&lt;br /&gt;So Good Today - Ben Westbeech&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-1097062957654344973?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/1097062957654344973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=1097062957654344973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1097062957654344973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/1097062957654344973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy.html' title='Joy!'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SEi0If3YHXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rvlXTW-FhX0/s72-c/kite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-8320510028045630628</id><published>2008-06-03T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:20.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SEX8aYOrLoI/AAAAAAAAADA/kYAiiWGFX3Q/s1600-h/Crying_by_withoutwordsphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SEX8aYOrLoI/AAAAAAAAADA/kYAiiWGFX3Q/s320/Crying_by_withoutwordsphotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207846074234646146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tú y ella hace mucho que son dos, cada quien ama o quisiera amar a otras personas, cada quien ha crecido y comprendido que los caminos son muy diversos. Pero ninguno de los dos dice nada. Lejos de la pelea sin sentido o de la decepción, se sobrellevan porque hace algún tiempo dijeron que lo harían. No hay nada ya; güeva, tal vez, sazonada con rutina. Llegar a esto tiene su recompensa. La cena está servida aunque no tenemos hambre; nada se hurta y nada se pide. No tenemos dónde ir ni razón para quedarnos&lt;a href="http://antrobiotics.blogspot.com/2005/08/examen-del-truene.html"&gt;...&lt;/a&gt; Es momento de decir adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para escuchar online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=e0k8nft" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you beacause I don't love you - Jens Lekman&lt;br /&gt;Almost like being in love - Charlie Parker&lt;br /&gt;Nantes - Beirut&lt;br /&gt;Sinking Hearts - The Organ&lt;br /&gt;Alone again or - Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-8320510028045630628?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/8320510028045630628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=8320510028045630628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/8320510028045630628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/8320510028045630628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-love.html' title='No more love'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJ1HhX7IHoE/SEX8aYOrLoI/AAAAAAAAADA/kYAiiWGFX3Q/s72-c/Crying_by_withoutwordsphotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-6423017033994242681</id><published>2008-05-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:21.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De suerte y fortuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SD8ECf3YHWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a_iaMcMKAZk/s1600-h/lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SD8ECf3YHWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a_iaMcMKAZk/s320/lucky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205884135223598434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Más allá de nuestro control, se encuentra el azar. Lo que éste decida no depende de nosotros y además es incierto. Nos mistifica, nos asombra, y nos puede desquiciar. En el juego, en la vida o en el amor, necesitamos a la suerte de nuestro lado. Y a lo largo de la historia hemos creído que la fortuna se acompaña de indicios, gafes o amuletos. A nadie le consta que casarse en martes 13 es un mal augurio, pero más vale prevenir ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aunque la mala suerte nos persiga a donde vayamos, no nos puede arruinar. La suerte nos baraja cartas y nosotras las jugamos. A veces las peores manos ganan el lote más grande. No hay pretextos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suerte a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=f0dwv3p" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra - Luck Be A Lady Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-6423017033994242681?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/6423017033994242681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=6423017033994242681' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/6423017033994242681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/6423017033994242681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-suerte-y-fortuna.html' title='De suerte y fortuna'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SD8ECf3YHWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a_iaMcMKAZk/s72-c/lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-7449163795804788417</id><published>2008-05-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:53:05.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.staleywise.com/collection/von_unwerth_revenge/von_unwerth_revenge.html#"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.staleywise.com/collection/von_unwerth_revenge/revised/big/991169_7rdy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you up, i want to see you cry, i want to break your heart, i want to spoil your night... because this is is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para oir online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=awv6jjh" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck you up - Sunset Gun&lt;br /&gt;Canción Animal - Soda Stereo&lt;br /&gt;Venus in furs - Velvet Underground&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove - Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;Ring of fire - Johny Cash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-7449163795804788417?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/7449163795804788417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=7449163795804788417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/7449163795804788417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/7449163795804788417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/kind-of-love.html' title='Kind of love'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-5708497171257234094</id><published>2008-05-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:21.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pero mira qué bien me ha quedado"</title><content type='html'>Satisfacción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo Velázquez podría explicar la sensasión de admirar una obra propia. Aquel sentimiento de presunción que llega después de cumplir algo que te propusiste durante tanto tiempo: "Damn, I'm good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SDXThXpsRzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5jcA5Y6W-Ew/s1600-h/meninas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SDXThXpsRzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5jcA5Y6W-Ew/s320/meninas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203297514734503730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aquellos que se sientan orgullosos de lo que han logrado, por mínimo que sea. Si hoy lograron pasar un examen, encontrar su calcetín perdido, ganar un reconocimiento internacional, comprometerse, acabar un libro, empezar un libro... qué chingones. &lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTE*ODU2ODUzNzgmcHQ9MTIxMTQ4NTcwMzQ*NiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchar en línea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=c0pxwdt" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist satisfactorio:&lt;br /&gt;Y qué - Babasónicos&lt;br /&gt;Mushaboom - Feist&lt;br /&gt;What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;Whatever - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the Window - Travis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-5708497171257234094?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/5708497171257234094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=5708497171257234094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/5708497171257234094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/5708497171257234094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/pero-mira-qu-bien-me-ha-quedado.html' title='&quot;Pero mira qué bien me ha quedado&quot;'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SDXThXpsRzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5jcA5Y6W-Ew/s72-c/meninas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-4023659858860381220</id><published>2008-05-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:38:15.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/247/4/b/The_Hour_of_Wolf_by_geminorum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 385px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/247/4/b/The_Hour_of_Wolf_by_geminorum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días tienen nombres, como por ejemplo, martes. También llevan un número, 4 o 20. Cada día lleva sus olores, sus sonidos: tierra mojada y coches por la ciudad. Y hay días con color. Días que transcurren bajo el filtro de un tono particular. Hoy fué un día frio, alegre. Lluvia sobre el centro de la ciudad. Esta es música para escucharse en un día así, en un día azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para escuchar online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=dt8oc9t" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning - Acid House Kings&lt;br /&gt;So Long, Lonesome - Explosions In The Sky&lt;br /&gt;Beyond The Dying Light - God Is An Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;Close Your Eyes We Are Blind - Alaska in Winter&lt;br /&gt;Videotape - Radiohead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-4023659858860381220?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/4023659858860381220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=4023659858860381220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4023659858860381220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/4023659858860381220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-day.html' title='Blue day'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-7807010085220047242</id><published>2008-05-15T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:48:21.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despecho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SCxIM1nhuCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DMtE2C8u0_A/s1600-h/dolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SCxIM1nhuCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DMtE2C8u0_A/s320/dolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200611055094577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos aquellos despechados del amor... me cae que no me vuelvo a enamorar. Tú te lo pierdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, lo nuestro duró lo que duran dos peces de hielo en un whisky on the rocks. Pero te vas a arrepentir. Y talvez ni seas tú la mujer de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para escuchar online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bn9sysl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;The Only Answer - Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Pero te vas a arrepentir - Kpaz de la Sierra&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find another you - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Rata de dos patas - Paquita la del barrio&lt;br /&gt;Cabrona - La Auténtica Banda Jerez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-7807010085220047242?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/7807010085220047242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=7807010085220047242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/7807010085220047242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/7807010085220047242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/sound-pixels-and-fury.html' title='Despecho...'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12368258733655804419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f-5m5fEttA/TaH2EMLIFSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6TsdlPBJQwM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-05-13%2Bat%2B20.39%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e65cKHYblJk/SCxIM1nhuCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DMtE2C8u0_A/s72-c/dolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-5757211516341856478</id><published>2008-05-13T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:01:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música para un día dificil</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPzghyz6dGI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oPzghyz6dGI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sonido, todos lo sabemos, no es más que una onda en el aire. Vibraciones que nuestro oido capta y transmite al cerebro. No hay más. Y sin embargo, hay notas, sonidos, voces, que pueden borrar la tristeza o al menos provocarnos una sonrisa después de un día dificil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para escuchar online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=elowuj9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard day's night - The beatles&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize - The flaming lips&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things - Mark Murphy&lt;br /&gt;Sea - Jorge Drexler&lt;br /&gt;Three little birds - Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-5757211516341856478?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/5757211516341856478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=5757211516341856478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/5757211516341856478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/5757211516341856478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/msica-para-un-da-dificil.html' title='Música para un día dificil'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-686381923262639514</id><published>2008-05-06T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:23:49.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="319.5" width="382.5"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Rw7OZGb6A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Rw7OZGb6A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un comienzo. Un nuevo comienzo. Gritarle al espejo del baño, dejarlo todo y empezar de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click para escuchar online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=byoutx3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" align="middle" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zed's dead, baby - Pulp Fiction Sountrack&lt;br /&gt;Bad moon rising - Creedence&lt;br /&gt;There'll be some changes made - Emmet Ray&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spoil the party - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;El colmo - Babasónicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rs9.rapidshare.com/files/113117937/A_start.rar"&gt; Download desde Rapidshare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-686381923262639514?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/686381923262639514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=686381923262639514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/686381923262639514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/686381923262639514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-comienzo.html' title='A start...'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30466348.post-59306094540267634</id><published>2008-05-06T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:44:30.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound, Pixels and Fury</title><content type='html'>Sonidos e imagenes. De eso está hecho cualquier momento. La exacta combinación de ambos elementos llega a crear instantes inolvidables. Intentar recrear esos instantes, es el motivo de este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografías, videos, canciones: creando pensamientos, escenas, sensaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfruten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30466348-59306094540267634?l=sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/feeds/59306094540267634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30466348&amp;postID=59306094540267634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/59306094540267634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30466348/posts/default/59306094540267634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sound-pixels-and-fury.blogspot.com/2008/05/httprs9.html' title='Sound, Pixels and Fury'/><author><name>Nando*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a984.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/98/l_324e4d594159d6d458bb1535b6b204ff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
