<?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-2904066433716843702</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:27:48.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes It's Hard To Believe You Remember Me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatiamtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904066433716843702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatiamtoyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278082623804867840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904066433716843702.post-4424429468272437600</id><published>2008-09-01T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:32:37.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;on esos días en los que no se siente... que no se sabe lo que se quiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Son esos días en que todo se torna gris, y en mis ojos no para de llover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Esos días. Uno de los tantos en que todo se complica, que no quedan ganas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;seguir ni vivir y mucho menos fuerzas para luchar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que solo hay ganas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ser feliz y no se puede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;un día como hoy... difícil, complicado, casi imposible de poder salir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;adelante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cuando el corazón esta roto por amores...&lt;br /&gt;por las cosas de la vida y nada se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;puede hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Y que fácil seria que todo fuera color de rosa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que todo fuera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hermoso y maravilloso, pero no... siempre hay algo que destruye todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;siempre hay algo que impide todo, y ese algo es el... si, ese amor... ese amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que te rompe el corazón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ese amor que esta a varios kilómetros... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ese amor casi imposible o totalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;imposible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que vive en nuestra mente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;en nuestra alma las 24 horas del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ese amor que no le importa lo que sientas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que no le importa lo que hagas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;que solo piensa en el y en su mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904066433716843702-4424429468272437600?l=whatiamtoyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatiamtoyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4424429468272437600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904066433716843702&amp;postID=4424429468272437600' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904066433716843702/posts/default/4424429468272437600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904066433716843702/posts/default/4424429468272437600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatiamtoyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-on-esos-das-en-los-que-no-se-siente.html' title=''/><author><name>sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278082623804867840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
