<?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-7273907194676965506</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:54:15.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>₪ Ҳeŋ∆rąŋ ₪</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Que los caminos se abran a vuestro encuentro; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que el sol brille templado sobre vuestro rostro; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que la lluvia caiga suave sobre vuestros campos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que el viento sople siempre a vuestra espalda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y hasta que volvamos a encontrarnos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que Dios&amp;nbsp;te tenga&amp;nbsp;en la palma de su mano"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eV20rm22cg/TysC3QcEh_I/AAAAAAAAASk/DGCj312BoME/s1600/escapar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eV20rm22cg/TysC3QcEh_I/AAAAAAAAASk/DGCj312BoME/s320/escapar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Horrela agurtu zenigun behin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;eskola amaitu genuenean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Orain guri tokatzen zaigu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;zuri esatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eskerrik asko Josemi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;zauden tokian zaudela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Besarkada handi bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2650106528681078231?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2650106528681078231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2650106528681078231' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2650106528681078231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2650106528681078231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2012/02/oroimenez.html' title='Oroimenez...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_eV20rm22cg/TysC3QcEh_I/AAAAAAAAASk/DGCj312BoME/s72-c/escapar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1501409760754793778</id><published>2012-01-23T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:38:31.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...llegar al corazón, sin rozar la piel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sólo tengo un sueño, &lt;br /&gt;el de poder gritar &lt;br /&gt;al mundo &lt;br /&gt;lo que siento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a través de una palabra &lt;br /&gt;podamos ver montañas, &lt;br /&gt;poder llegar al corazón &lt;br /&gt;sin rozar la piel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder cantarle a aquellos &lt;br /&gt;que me oyen desde lejos, &lt;br /&gt;a esos que echo yo de menos &lt;br /&gt;y muero por volver a ver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder tocar el alma, &lt;br /&gt;estremecer tu ser &lt;br /&gt;y el de aquellos que me oyen llorar &lt;br /&gt;cantando una canción. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgZRhDc1Mso/Tx22o6VB-NI/AAAAAAAAASc/V2jk-tBipHg/s1600/suspiro7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgZRhDc1Mso/Tx22o6VB-NI/AAAAAAAAASc/V2jk-tBipHg/s400/suspiro7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vengan en la tierra, &lt;br /&gt;que vengan desde el cielo, &lt;br /&gt;que viajen con el viento &lt;br /&gt;mi mente y corazón, &lt;br /&gt;que vengas desde lejos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, &lt;br /&gt;no ves que soy una loca &lt;br /&gt;movida por los sentimientos, &lt;br /&gt;que intenta traducir &lt;br /&gt;el lenguaje del corazón. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1501409760754793778?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1501409760754793778/comments/default' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9pIvfze46AM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5496534901477087713</id><published>2011-12-12T13:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:28:35.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Psss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque a todos nos pasa de vez en cuando el encontrarnos así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy no tengo ganas de zarpar&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de quedarme quieta&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de decir que sí&lt;br /&gt;ni ganas de comerme la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy no tengo ganas de llorar&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de soñar despierta&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de tirar de mí&lt;br /&gt;ni ganas de dormir a pierna suelta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy, no tengo el día&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy, tengo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Uno de esos días con el pantalón a cuadros&lt;br /&gt;tengo el día flojo paso de disimularlo&lt;br /&gt;uno de esos días que es mejor estar callao'&lt;br /&gt;tengo el día tonto donde casi todo es malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Malo si me quejo, si me aguanto, si me largo,&lt;br /&gt;malo si te dejo, si te quiero demasiado&lt;br /&gt;malo, demasiado malo, francamente raro&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué me pasa a mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmsXZ6jlIeA/TuXzE-suIJI/AAAAAAAAASU/i7WREGco5TE/s1600/1228424982057_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmsXZ6jlIeA/TuXzE-suIJI/AAAAAAAAASU/i7WREGco5TE/s400/1228424982057_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy no tengo ganas de salir&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de cerrar la puerta&lt;br /&gt;no tengo muchas ganas de escribir&lt;br /&gt;ni tengo ganas de soltarte prenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy no tengo ganas de escalar el cielo&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de aguantar problemas&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de restar batallas&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de sumar más guerras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy, hoy, no tengo el día.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy, mira.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy, quién lo diría.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me he levantado de la cama con la pierna izquierda&lt;br /&gt;hoy no salgo al mundo ni a empujar la Tierra,&lt;br /&gt;qué daría porque el día no me fuera indiferente&lt;br /&gt;hoy no soy persona para estar con gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día tonto, por lo pronto&lt;br /&gt;que a lo tonto, pronto pasará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿Eta esaten duen bezela,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pasako da!! ANIMO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-5496534901477087713?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5496534901477087713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5496534901477087713' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5496534901477087713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5496534901477087713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/12/psss.html' title='Psss...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmsXZ6jlIeA/TuXzE-suIJI/AAAAAAAAASU/i7WREGco5TE/s72-c/1228424982057_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6090620635211947701</id><published>2011-11-30T19:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:09:48.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oihua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ez litzateke nire bloga izango abesti hau jarriko ez banu. Izugarri trasmititzen duena, gehiegi esaten duena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por unlado tristeza, por otro fuerza, mensaje, un "aquí estoy yo" melancolía pero sin arrastrarse, gritando pero sin hacer daño en los oidos. Batez ere indarra, izugarrizko indarra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLQl3WQQoQ0?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;PD: por evitar momentos de "Salvame Deluxe"﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;esta vez la canción no tiene que ver conmigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;como hago con el resto de canciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por aclarar dudas ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6090620635211947701?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6090620635211947701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6090620635211947701' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6090620635211947701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6090620635211947701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/11/oihua.html' title='Oihua...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hLQl3WQQoQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6879515783817677236</id><published>2011-11-07T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:29:34.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VERBO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dNf73vlRS98?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simplemente genial, muy recomendable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tuve oportunidad de verla en el Zinemaldi y es de las mejores que he visto en mucho tiempo. Ahora que ya se ha estrenado y teniendo en cuenta el tiempazo que nos rodea, hay que aprovechar para verla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ya me diréis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ondo izan!﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6879515783817677236?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6879515783817677236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6879515783817677236' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6879515783817677236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6879515783817677236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/11/verbo.html' title='VERBO'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dNf73vlRS98/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8833936683631117891</id><published>2011-10-27T00:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:50:22.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Desahogo, adrenalina, desconexión, felicidad, sonreir por fin, reencuentro, compartir, puesta en común, compras, vivencias, suerte, conexión, complicidad, risas, gritos, miradas, sueños, retos, atrevimiento, cantos, silencios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v8HLvqp0Dis" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: right;"&gt;...todo esto en tres días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; text-align: right;"&gt;Mila esker guapa y hasta pronto!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/7273907194676965506-8833936683631117891?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8833936683631117891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8833936683631117891' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8833936683631117891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8833936683631117891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/10/desahogo-adrenalina-desconexion.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v8HLvqp0Dis/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8763563880720085877</id><published>2011-10-14T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:38:00.064+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahaztea... ...baina "zu" ez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Olvido mi nombre y mis apellidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;olvido la fecha del día en que vivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;con algo de tiempo les llega el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;a aquellos que he odiado y a los que he querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Las letras, los títulos de las canciones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;el paso cambiado de las estaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me acerco al espejo, me miro y sonrío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mi propio reflejo cayó en el olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pero tú eres lo último que veo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;antes de vencerme el sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siempre&lt;/strong&gt; estás &lt;strong&gt;conmigo&lt;/strong&gt; en una dimensión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lejos del olvido&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wVr5x5yDGI/TpgHLnmRViI/AAAAAAAAASM/KHv85tZbm2E/s1600/olvido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wVr5x5yDGI/TpgHLnmRViI/AAAAAAAAASM/KHv85tZbm2E/s320/olvido.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Olvido a la madre que nunca he sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;las vidas ajenas que no he vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A veces recuerdo y a veces olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;los años que cumplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y entonces olvido, y olvido y olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y nada me impide que pueda olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;todos los mitos que se me han caído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Motivos me sobran para asesinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;a algunos fantasmas a golpes de olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pero tú eres lo último que veo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;antes de vencerme el sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siempre&lt;/strong&gt; estás &lt;strong&gt;conmigo&lt;/strong&gt; en una dimensión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lejos del olvido&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...LEJOS DEL OLVIDO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-8763563880720085877?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8763563880720085877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8763563880720085877' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8763563880720085877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8763563880720085877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/10/ahaztea-baina-zu-ez.html' title='Ahaztea... ...baina &quot;zu&quot; ez!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wVr5x5yDGI/TpgHLnmRViI/AAAAAAAAASM/KHv85tZbm2E/s72-c/olvido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-612994233653728679</id><published>2011-09-22T14:48:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:48:00.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>180 grados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Muchas veces pensamos que lo bueno y lo correcto es preocuparnos por los demás en todos los sentidos. De hecho, a priori ¿qué hay de malo en hacerlo?, todo lo contrario, ¿verdad?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pues bien, tiene un gran riesgo: olvidarse de uno mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cuando alguien se preocupa de los demás y dedica su tiempo y en definitiva parte de su vida a los demás, es tiempo que no se dedica a sí mismo y puede resultar ser un círculo vicioso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No esperas nada a cambio, no exiges nada, ¿cómo lo vas a hacer? En definitiva ayudas porque quieres… Pero, ¿qué hay de ti mismo?. Tu tiempo es de los demás, no estás en postura de exigir nada al otro por lo que el tiempo de ese otro tampoco será tuyo; resultado no tienes tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Te das cuenta de esto, tu cuerpo y mente tienen unos límites y aunque ya tarde, lo intentas remediar. Esto puede suponer cambios, puede suponer cuidarte un poco más, puede suponer… dedicarte tiempo. Las personas de tu alrededor se dan cuenta, algo está pasando y las reacciones pueden ser muy diversas. Desde aquella persona que se interesa por lo que ocurre, lo sabe y lo comprende, o al menos intenta comprenderlo; hasta aquella persona que aun diciendo que lo comprende sigue exigiendo por igual ese tiempo y atención. No pregunta si puedes, no pregunta si quieres, simplemente, lo necesita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por tu forma de ser lo llegas a comprender y vuelves a priorizar a los demás por encima de ti, pero sin llegar a recuperarte del origen de esta historia vuelves a empezar a arrastrar tu energía, cuerpo y mente. Ya no es lo mismo, aunque se intente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51m0AeZckZM/TnscYLqkqlI/AAAAAAAAASI/FrCbMkAOMQo/s1600/cansancio-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51m0AeZckZM/TnscYLqkqlI/AAAAAAAAASI/FrCbMkAOMQo/s1600/cansancio-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;El círculo vicioso sigue, y lo que comenzó siendo una respuesta a una demanda concreta desde el cariño, desde la relación y forma de ser de cada uno, se convierte en cierta exigencia, que al no poder ser respondida de la forma esperada por los demás, termina convirtiéndose en una supuesta actitud egoísta por tu parte. Ese tiempo que te correspondería, ya no te pertenece, gracias a tus actos has perdido ese derecho para convertirlo en el de los demás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y te sientes mal por las reacciones que esto crea; y te sientes mal, por lo que tu cuerpo y mente te reclama; y el supuesto progreso empeora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pasa el tiempo, se calman las aguas pero ya nada es igual. Al igual que al principio no hay feedback, pero no sólo eso, curiosamente la responsabilidad de todo lo ocurrido sigue recayendo sobre tu persona. Cuando se tira una piedra a un lago donde las aguas están calmadas, estas se revuelven y se agitan. Pero al cabo de un rato, todos sabemos que dichas aguas volverán a calmarse como al principio. Sin embargo, a pesar de las apariencias, la piedra no ha salido, sigue ahí y de hecho, se ha convertido en parte del lago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;olo necesitabas tiempo, solo un mínimo feedback, sin mayores exigencias. Un relevo a la hora de tirar del carro, un descanso para forjar una nueva armadura, actualizarla a los nuevos tiempos y hacerla cada vez más fuerte para mantener tu forma de ser y de actuar frente a los demás. Pero no te ha dado tiempo… ya es tarde... pero la vida sigue y no puedes volver atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Egun ona izan.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-612994233653728679?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/612994233653728679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=612994233653728679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/612994233653728679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/612994233653728679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/09/180-grados.html' title='180 grados'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51m0AeZckZM/TnscYLqkqlI/AAAAAAAAASI/FrCbMkAOMQo/s72-c/cansancio-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6564734450811725261</id><published>2011-08-22T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:05:01.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojalá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dame una corona más&lt;br /&gt;que esta noche yo quiero perder&lt;br /&gt;la conciencia que me hace temblar&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que te veo venir... &lt;br /&gt;y volverme invisible&amp;nbsp;tal vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;seguirte por toda la ciudad y llegar a tu casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentarme a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;escucharte escondida, conversar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;saber lo que piensas de la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;uando ves las noticias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protegerte de noche a los pies de tu cama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;descifrar el sentido de tus sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;quedarme los besos que se escapan &lt;br /&gt;cada vez que respiras&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que dormido me hablas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBL5wUiW-RE/TlLDTqc8gWI/AAAAAAAAASE/BtDxk7PKRl4/s1600/el_alma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBL5wUiW-RE/TlLDTqc8gWI/AAAAAAAAASE/BtDxk7PKRl4/s400/el_alma.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dame una corona más,&lt;br /&gt;para ver si dejo de pensar &lt;br /&gt;en poderes paranormales &lt;br /&gt;de heroína de cómic;&lt;br /&gt;y me atrevo a acercarme hasta ti,&lt;br /&gt;soltarte a la cara la verdad&lt;br /&gt;y dar media vuelta;&lt;br /&gt;recoger mi chaqueta&lt;br /&gt;y salir por la puerta contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te daré mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;te daré mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;te daré mi alma perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá, ojalá nunca cambies&lt;br /&gt;esa forma que tienes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;de estar en el mundo;&lt;br /&gt;ojalá, que el tiempo no te cambie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6564734450811725261?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6564734450811725261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6564734450811725261' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6564734450811725261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6564734450811725261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/08/ojala.html' title='Ojalá!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gBL5wUiW-RE/TlLDTqc8gWI/AAAAAAAAASE/BtDxk7PKRl4/s72-c/el_alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2792955651151360568</id><published>2011-08-13T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:37:40.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zirraragarria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pocas palabras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;demasiados sentimientos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/faKFcfytlxU?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;hisdop&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Una de las canciones que me hizo vibrar y me removió por dentro el viernes pasado con la interpretación del coro Mamaloco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;... y la sensación duró todo el fin de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2792955651151360568?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2792955651151360568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2792955651151360568' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2792955651151360568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2792955651151360568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/08/zirraragarria.html' title='Zirraragarria...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/faKFcfytlxU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8808416842510826314</id><published>2011-07-26T20:00:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:00:04.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oihukatu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt; &lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cuando el aire se agota &lt;br /&gt;y te aprietan las botas de tanto andar &lt;br /&gt;cuando la cuenta es injusta &lt;br /&gt;y lo que mas te gusta te sabe mal &lt;br /&gt;De repente el disfraz de un soldado valiente&lt;br /&gt;te queda pintado das un paso al frente, &lt;br /&gt;por que son urgente las cosas &lt;br /&gt;que siempre has callado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y gritar y gritar y gritar &lt;br /&gt;y cederle al coraje un lugar &lt;br /&gt;Y ponerle nombre al miedo &lt;br /&gt;y arrancarle un rayo al cielo ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;aunque pueda fallar &lt;br /&gt;por que un nudo en la garganta &lt;br /&gt;no se suelta si se aguanta las espinas &lt;br /&gt;no se deben tragar &lt;br /&gt;Las palabras tienen filo &lt;br /&gt;y a mi nadie me ha prohibido gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxLeEAEjrD4/Ti75H48Ab0I/AAAAAAAAASA/5nfZiRPwbeU/s1600/expresar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxLeEAEjrD4/Ti75H48Ab0I/AAAAAAAAASA/5nfZiRPwbeU/s400/expresar.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Como un perro asustado &lt;br /&gt;que nunca ha ladrado te sentirás, &lt;br /&gt;como un disco olvido que nadie ha tocado resonaras&lt;br /&gt;Por que nadie firmo con su sangre &lt;br /&gt;una ley que te quite el derecho &lt;br /&gt;De pasar al frente y mostrar los dientes &lt;br /&gt;soltando la voz de tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que guardas dentro se ira secando con el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;sácalo, fuera vale más;&lt;br /&gt;Que condenarlo a callar y gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y gritar y gritar y gritar &lt;br /&gt;y cederle al coraje un lugar &lt;br /&gt;Y ponerle nombre al miedo &lt;br /&gt;y arrancarle un rayo al cielo &lt;br /&gt;ser feliz aunque pueda fallar &lt;br /&gt;por que un nudo en la garganta &lt;br /&gt;no se suelta si se aguanta las espinas &lt;br /&gt;no se deben tragar &lt;br /&gt;Las palabras tienen filo &lt;br /&gt;y a mi nadie me ha prohibido gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-8808416842510826314?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8808416842510826314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8808416842510826314' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8808416842510826314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8808416842510826314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/07/oihukatu.html' title='Oihukatu...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxLeEAEjrD4/Ti75H48Ab0I/AAAAAAAAASA/5nfZiRPwbeU/s72-c/expresar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1171191625834792703</id><published>2011-07-09T16:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:33:47.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Azken eguna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;reprochándonos hasta lo que no fue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y el amor no tuvo mucho más que hacer, me acuerdo bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;de las lágrimas de fuego que lloré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y ahora lo veo distinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;El último día que fuimos volvimos, me acuerdo bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;en asientos separados, con los ojos empeñados en no verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;con el frío anclado junto a nuestro pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y el amor no tuvo mucho más que hacer, me acuerdo bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;de las lagrimas de fuego que llore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y ahora lo veo distinto ehhh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y ahora lo veo distinto, diferente raro extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;darlo todo por perdido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;separarse y no volver a verse en años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyEeEP55enM/Thhmv15zCeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MKBHhGbHiNE/s1600/escapar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyEeEP55enM/Thhmv15zCeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MKBHhGbHiNE/s400/escapar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ni que fuera un instinto, diferente raro extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;tonto y tantas veces cínico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;que parece que es jugar a hacerse daño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;El último día que fuimos amigos pero al revés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;comprobamos como &lt;b&gt;no puede valer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;con &lt;b&gt;la antorcha de un traidor para incendiar Troya&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;porque Troya decidió &lt;b&gt;que no iba a arder&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y el rumor no tuvo mucho más que hacer, me acuerdo bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;y aprendí que hay cosas que es mejor perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y ahora lo veo distinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;y ahora lo veo distinto, diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;darlo todo por perdido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;separarse y no volver a verse en años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ni que fuera un instinto, diferente raro extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;tonto y tantas veces cínico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;que parece que es jugar a hacerse daño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Y si le quitas los males que van a fondo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Que aún sabiendo lo que sabes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;no hay que saber quién ha sido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: ES; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: ES;"&gt;Ahora lo veo, y ahora lo veo ¡distinto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1171191625834792703?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1171191625834792703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1171191625834792703' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1171191625834792703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1171191625834792703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/07/azken-eguna.html' title='Azken eguna...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyEeEP55enM/Thhmv15zCeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MKBHhGbHiNE/s72-c/escapar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7627418847217488240</id><published>2011-06-14T19:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:20:51.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Razón... estación... vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Las personas entran en tu vida, por una razón, por una estación o por una vida entera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando percibas cual es el motivo, vas a saber qué hacer con cada persona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando alguien está en tu vida &lt;b&gt;por una razón&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Es, generalmente, para llenar una necesidad que has demostrado tener. Ellas vienen a ayudarte con una dificultad, proporcionarte apoyo y orientación, ayuda física, emocional o espiritual. Podrán parecer un regalo de Dios, y lo son!!! Están ahí por la razón que tu necesitas que estén ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, sin ninguna actitud errónea de tu parte o en cierta hora, esa persona dirá o hará alguna cosa para que la relación llegue a su fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces, simplemente se van.&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces, actúan y te fuerzan a tomar una posición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que debemos entender es que nuestras necesidades han sido atendidas, nuestros deseos cumplidos y el trabajo de ellas hecho. Tus oraciones han sido atendidas. Y ahora, es tiempo de marcharse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando las personas entran en nuestras vidas &lt;b&gt;por una estación&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Es porque llegó tu tiempo de repartir, crecer y aprender. Ellas te traen la experiencia de la paz, o te hacen reír. Ellas te podrán enseñar algo que nunca has hecho. Generalmente, dan una cantidad enorme de placer. Cree!!! Es real!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero solamente por una estación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaciones de &lt;b&gt;una vida entera&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enseñan lecciones para la vida entera. Cosas que debes construir para tener una formación emocional sólida. Tu tarea es aceptar la lección, amar a la persona y poner en práctica lo que has aprendido en todas tus otras relaciones y áreas de tu vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;.............................................................................................&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zK4VS6f6Vk/TfeXQ6DpoVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1-NWvI12hWI/s1600/20100412215340-pensativa-1-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zK4VS6f6Vk/TfeXQ6DpoVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1-NWvI12hWI/s200/20100412215340-pensativa-1-.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me vienen muchísimas cosas a la cabeza al leer este relat, experiencias personales de estos ya casi 25 años que me hacen pensar. Que me han hecho sufrir en su momento o que tanto me han costado aceptar o dejar pasar. Algunas (más de las que me gustaría) siguen ahí muy dentro de mi sin conseguir soltar del todo aunque hacia afuera no se perciba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sin embargo, con el paso del tiempo, puedo decir que me alegro de que otros hayan pasado. Me siento aliviada, libre, con una preocupación menos, en definitiva, con algo más de tiempo para mi. Nunca pensé que me pudiera sentir así habiendo "desaparecido" estas personas de mi lado, pero así es. Es... una sensación extraña, un sentimiento raro, pero me estaba haciendo demasiado daño y no iba a aguantar mucho más, aunque después de arrastrar unos cuántos años, creo que es suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Estas últimas situaciones, son fácilmente entendibles y ubicables en el relato introductorio, las personas del primer párrafo, aun no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-7627418847217488240?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7627418847217488240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7627418847217488240' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7627418847217488240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7627418847217488240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/06/razon-estacion-vida.html' title='Razón... estación... vida...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zK4VS6f6Vk/TfeXQ6DpoVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1-NWvI12hWI/s72-c/20100412215340-pensativa-1-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3484816617432789749</id><published>2011-06-05T13:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T13:44:25.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beti gainean izan dezagun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Todos necesitamos un botiquín de emergencia con el siguiente contenido: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Unas gafas&lt;br /&gt;. Una goma elástica&lt;br /&gt;. Una venda&lt;br /&gt;. Un lápiz&lt;br /&gt;. Hilo&lt;br /&gt;. Goma de borrar&lt;br /&gt;. Un besito de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;. Una bolsita de té&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Tu te preguntarás para que sirven todos estos ingredientes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAFAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Son para ver todas las cualidades de la gente que nos rodea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOMA ELÁSTICA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Para acordarse de ser flexible cuando la gente o las cosas no son como desearíamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VENDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Para curar los sentimientos heridos, tanto los nuestros como los de los demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LÁPIZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Para anotar todo lo bueno que recibimos cotidianamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HILO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Para atar a las personas que realmente son importantes en nuestra vida y que la rutina nos las puede hacer olvidar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;La &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Para recordarnos que cada uno de nosotros cometemos errores y así tenemos ocasión de borrarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BESITO DE CHOCOLATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Para recordarnos que todo el mundo necesita un besito, un mimo y una palabra tierna cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por último La&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BOLSITA DE TÉ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Porqué al final del día podamos descansar, relajarnos y reflexionar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quizás para el mundo tú solamente eres "Alguien".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero... Seguramente tu eres « EL MUNDO » Para « ALGUIEN » &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que este botiquín pueda ser tu apoyo en caso de necesidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-3484816617432789749?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3484816617432789749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3484816617432789749' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3484816617432789749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3484816617432789749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/06/beti-gainean-izan-dezagun.html' title='Beti gainean izan dezagun...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3156318952237252801</id><published>2011-05-15T01:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:45:53.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Gaurkoa oso ximplea, oso argia, oso barrukoa. Nagoen tokian egonda sentitzen dudana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saberme y sentirme en tus manos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;manos que saben dónde van,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;manos que sienten lo que vivo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;manos que acogen sin juzgar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiaAO3d0bSc/Tc8SqPuYSeI/AAAAAAAAARw/0NtY5JmHQ2c/s1600/1227287231587_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiaAO3d0bSc/Tc8SqPuYSeI/AAAAAAAAARw/0NtY5JmHQ2c/s400/1227287231587_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ondo lo egin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-3156318952237252801?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3156318952237252801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3156318952237252801' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3156318952237252801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3156318952237252801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/05/sentimentua.html' title='Sentimentua...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiaAO3d0bSc/Tc8SqPuYSeI/AAAAAAAAARw/0NtY5JmHQ2c/s72-c/1227287231587_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6118131128689912900</id><published>2011-04-20T14:50:00.035+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:08:35.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Si pongo ganas,&lt;br /&gt;si pongo corazón,&lt;br /&gt;si la ilusión me alcanza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le echo ganas,&lt;br /&gt;puede el viento y puedo yo,&lt;br /&gt;llenar de aire las alas;&lt;br /&gt;si pongo corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame volar aunque tropiece con el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;hay noches estrelladas&lt;br /&gt;y días que se estrellan contra el suelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Déjame intentarlo aunque tropiece son mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;si aguantan las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;en una de estas noches contra el viento yo......... despego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9vRBSJuJdI/Ta8Ei5LZVrI/AAAAAAAAARs/Fssxp8Wy3wg/s1600/1_suenos3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9vRBSJuJdI/Ta8Ei5LZVrI/AAAAAAAAARs/Fssxp8Wy3wg/s320/1_suenos3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Si pongo el alma,&lt;br /&gt;si me bendices tú,&lt;br /&gt;si Dios no da la espalda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vuelco en ganas,&lt;br /&gt;puede el viento y puedo yo,&lt;br /&gt;llenar de aire las alas;&lt;br /&gt;si pongo corazón...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame volar aunque tropiece con el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;hay noches estrelladas&lt;br /&gt;y días que se estrellan contra el suelo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame intentarlo aunque tropiece son mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;si aguantan las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;en una de estas noches contra el viento vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame volar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6118131128689912900?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6118131128689912900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6118131128689912900' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6118131128689912900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6118131128689912900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/04/si.html' title='Si...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9vRBSJuJdI/Ta8Ei5LZVrI/AAAAAAAAARs/Fssxp8Wy3wg/s72-c/1_suenos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7623953020065470182</id><published>2011-04-11T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:13:42.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abesti bat, irudi pila... sentimentua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="490" height="398" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a6JgdD_U90M?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&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/7273907194676965506-7623953020065470182?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7623953020065470182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7623953020065470182' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7623953020065470182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7623953020065470182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/04/abesti-bat-irudi-pila-sentimentua.html' title='Abesti bat, irudi pila... sentimentua...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a6JgdD_U90M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1773507428848078751</id><published>2011-03-25T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:22:46.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nola bilakatu hain itsu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nola zuritik beltzera;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ezagutzetik ezezaguntasunera;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;irribarreetatik malkoetara….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dena da zuk zuk zuk zuk, besteak…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eta zer egin dugu bakoitzak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noizbait pentsatzen al dugu horretan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-syLYVAxq8jA/TYzBMlZHCAI/AAAAAAAAARo/p04cLBdDSdA/s1600/cansancio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-syLYVAxq8jA/TYzBMlZHCAI/AAAAAAAAARo/p04cLBdDSdA/s320/cansancio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gaizki dagoena besteak bakarrik egiten dutenean,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hor zeozer falta da, informazioa, interesa… zerbait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onartu nahi ez bada, ez onartu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;baina saihestu giroa berotzeko joera hori, kanpora begira une oro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ez al gara konturatzen? Badago bizitza honetaz aparte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Begira dezagun bakoitzak geure burura,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aurreko moduan jarraitzekotan, gu geu ere mintzen gara&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eta are gehiago balioa galtzen dugu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Egin diezaiogun kasu beheko letrari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1773507428848078751?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1773507428848078751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1773507428848078751' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1773507428848078751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1773507428848078751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-syLYVAxq8jA/TYzBMlZHCAI/AAAAAAAAARo/p04cLBdDSdA/s72-c/cansancio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2568600988521060134</id><published>2011-03-24T22:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:33:39.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kontuan izateko moukua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si quieres &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;verme caer del cielo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tendrás que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cortar el aire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;y es &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;imposible &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;que la corriente&lt;br /&gt;no sople en alguna parte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aráñame &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;encadéname &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;las alas;&lt;br /&gt;que siempre &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;quedan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;los que&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; me quieren&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que siempre &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;quedan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;los que&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; me desatan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;en la cuerda floja&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;no consigue &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nada el que no se moja.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;elevas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;el &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;vuelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;no aletea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; se &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cae &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;primero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-InWf6IakdDM/TYuvEvhUdfI/AAAAAAAAARk/nZeTypwnei8/s1600/En+la+Cuerda+Floja.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-InWf6IakdDM/TYuvEvhUdfI/AAAAAAAAARk/nZeTypwnei8/s400/En+la+Cuerda+Floja.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Si quieres &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;verme caer del cielo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tendrás que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ponerle ganas;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y es &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;imposible &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;que tu me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;arranques&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;la fuerza que Dios me manda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aráñame &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;el corazón &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;envenéname &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;la herida;&lt;br /&gt;que siempre &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;quedan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;los que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me quieren,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que siempre &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;quedan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;los que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me la cuidan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cae &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;primero &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;el que se ve vencido,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;el que no arriesga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; más de lo debido.&lt;br /&gt;El que se cae, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;se aguanta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;y &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nunca se levanta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nadar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;hacia la &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;esperanza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alzar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;el vuelo, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;inténta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;lo&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;da la vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; con el alma en cueros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siempre de frente &lt;br /&gt;cuando hay contracorriente,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que en la orilla está la suerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2568600988521060134?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2568600988521060134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2568600988521060134' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2568600988521060134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2568600988521060134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/03/kontuan-izateko-moukua.html' title='Kontuan izateko moukua...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-InWf6IakdDM/TYuvEvhUdfI/AAAAAAAAARk/nZeTypwnei8/s72-c/En+la+Cuerda+Floja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5517447862927901291</id><published>2011-02-22T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:14:35.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zatitxoekin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Txitxi, en su día la utilizaste para expresar algo, pero ahora, y con tu permiso, la necesito yo para dedicársela a alguien. Seguro que lo entiendes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Con trocitos, de lo verde del jardín,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;hace enteras las mitades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y las pega para mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;En montones de esperanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;en pedacitos de canción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;si los coges me compones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;eso es lo que creo yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y es que tiene un corazón que no le cabe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se muere si le faltas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo entiende lo que dices,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si lo dices sin palabras&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Con trocitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;de las cosas que le dí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hizo pequeños los males,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y los alejó de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y aunque nunca fueron grandes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;aunque jamás los entendí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoy los siento tan extraños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que si me acuerdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;solo puedo sonreír.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y con tanto y con tan poco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se hizo grande la ilusión,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;se acercaron las distancias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dejamos clara la intención...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;De ser todo, lo que somos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;el dos en uno, y uno en dos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0IjpuwiOZ8/TWQztZ6DNyI/AAAAAAAAARg/rjBwCBWjPL4/s1600/20090328193109-guitarra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0IjpuwiOZ8/TWQztZ6DNyI/AAAAAAAAARg/rjBwCBWjPL4/s320/20090328193109-guitarra.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y es que tiene un corazón que no le cabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;que se muere si le faltas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Solo entiende lo que dices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;si lo dices sin palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por eso siempre te consigue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sin pedirlo te lo pide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;hasta se puede oir su voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;haciendo tiempo en tus sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;reinventando los motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y no se decir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y no se decir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Algo que suene con sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Te pregunto y tú no has sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y adivino tu intención&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y se que todo esto&amp;nbsp;está pasando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque estás a mi lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y me has traído esta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;me has traído esta canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y yo te lo cuento y tu no me crees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;cierra los ojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dime que ves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-5517447862927901291?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5517447862927901291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5517447862927901291' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5517447862927901291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5517447862927901291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/zatitxoekin.html' title='Zatitxoekin...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0IjpuwiOZ8/TWQztZ6DNyI/AAAAAAAAARg/rjBwCBWjPL4/s72-c/20090328193109-guitarra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2278184670365440567</id><published>2011-02-02T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:39:25.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Si me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si me das una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;demostrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;de carne hueso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que intento como nadie ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consciente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y que mi fiebre no entiende de décimas&lt;br /&gt;sólo de números enteros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TUnctWMNLZI/AAAAAAAAARc/fha63_76v9g/s1600/AORAR_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TUnctWMNLZI/AAAAAAAAARc/fha63_76v9g/s320/AORAR_%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Y me sale &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sangre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de llevarte &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;en los bolsillos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me quedo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;a oscuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y mi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; conmigo&lt;br /&gt;si escucho tu voz salen tornillos de mis sienes,&lt;br /&gt;pierdo trenes por &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; siempre &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;donde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; más lejos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;nos lleve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si me das una &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;para demostrar que vivo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;por un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;lucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cómo nadie por la suerte&lt;br /&gt;y en algún momento de mi corta vida&lt;br /&gt;me he quedado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;sin mis duendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que tengo &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una guitarra que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;odia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque no me hace cantar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;si no eres tú&lt;br /&gt;quien canta dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ahora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quiero darte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; todo lo mejor de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pues me sale &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darte todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;no debe ser bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, y es que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sido de mi clase &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la más lista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;he tenido &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siempre prisa por crecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y convertirme en un artista&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siempre he soñado ser...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2278184670365440567?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2278184670365440567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2278184670365440567' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2278184670365440567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2278184670365440567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/02/si-me.html' title='Si me...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TUnctWMNLZI/AAAAAAAAARc/fha63_76v9g/s72-c/AORAR_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5968744794155151846</id><published>2011-01-30T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:06:29.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Más allá de la vida... thought of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oso modu sinplean gauza gehiegi adierazten dituen bideoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OBk3ynRbtsw?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;*Zugan pentsatzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://conteanimated.com/the-animation-2/thought-of-you/"&gt;Thought of you - Ryan Woodward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-5968744794155151846?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5968744794155151846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5968744794155151846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5968744794155151846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5968744794155151846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/mas-alla-de-la-vida-thought-of-you.html' title='Más allá de la vida... thought of you'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OBk3ynRbtsw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7926580232599515717</id><published>2011-01-07T13:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:45:51.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noraezean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ez du testurik behar, abestiak dio dena. Ez dut hitz egin nahi, ez dakit zer esan, zer pentsatu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nota bakoitzak,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;soinu bakoitzak,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;esaldi bakoitzak...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hitzik gabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqUzX1hJixU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqUzX1hJixU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-7926580232599515717?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7926580232599515717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7926580232599515717' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7926580232599515717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7926580232599515717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2011/01/noraezean.html' title='Noraezean...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3427670105022631053</id><published>2010-12-11T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:36:26.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ez eskatu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Sekulako kontzertua! Cálido, cercano, entregado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Hauxe abestietako bat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;No le pidas a Dios, que me cambie por nadie;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;No se secan al aire cicatrices de amor.&lt;br /&gt;No le pidas a Dios, que reescriba la historia;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo la gloria con puñales de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pido a Dios el aire que te libre de esta pena;&lt;br /&gt;Pido a Dios que ponga besos cuando yo te duela;&lt;br /&gt;Pideme, que pida a Dios, agua de las piedras,&lt;br /&gt;para beber en el desierto donde tu me dejas...&lt;br /&gt;...una tormenta de arena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TQOaMmi7usI/AAAAAAAAARM/-b_nvGbU-cw/s1600/rosana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TQOaMmi7usI/AAAAAAAAARM/-b_nvGbU-cw/s320/rosana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; Que me arranca de un soplo la vida;&lt;br /&gt;Que me hiela si tu no me abrigas;&lt;br /&gt;Que me arranca del cielo de un golpe mortal;&lt;br /&gt;Que me arrastra me empuja y me quema;&lt;br /&gt;Que me abraza en un fuego de arena&lt;br /&gt;y me deja sin ganas de resucitar;&lt;br /&gt;Que me hunde y te vas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se mata el amor, ni se muere de viejo&lt;br /&gt;con pecados añejos, sólo duele el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;No le pidas a Dios, que me lleve tan lejos&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/7273907194676965506-3427670105022631053?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3427670105022631053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3427670105022631053' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3427670105022631053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3427670105022631053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/12/ez-eskatu.html' title='Ez eskatu...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TQOaMmi7usI/AAAAAAAAARM/-b_nvGbU-cw/s72-c/rosana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4656873106895909907</id><published>2010-11-10T15:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:38:29.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Begiak irekitzen...</title><content type='html'>Cierto día, en cierto coche,&lt;br /&gt;con cierta persona...&lt;br /&gt;y de fondo esta letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nado entre la nada y su mitad;&lt;br /&gt;nado entre el concepto ser o estar;&lt;br /&gt;si soy lo que siento, siento que no estás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TNq8Un9z7ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/ueCaRmL8W5g/s1600/2006_flicka_002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TNq8Un9z7ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/ueCaRmL8W5g/s400/2006_flicka_002-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537945754317090194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tengo el don de la oportunidad,&lt;br /&gt;tengo el temple y la capacidad&lt;br /&gt;de echarte de menos, cuando ya no estás.&lt;br /&gt;Pierdo por momentos densidad,&lt;br /&gt;pierdo grados y efectividad,&lt;br /&gt;ahora ya lo entiendo aquí no hay vuelta atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y abrí los ojos para ver&lt;br /&gt;si aún estabas, pero ya era tarde,&lt;br /&gt;y sólo queda una pared&lt;br /&gt;y algunos siglos para despertarme,&lt;br /&gt;y si lo pienso ya lo sé,&lt;br /&gt;no muero en el intento, pero salgo herida&lt;br /&gt;y lo bastante como para no estar del todo viva.&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/7273907194676965506-4656873106895909907?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4656873106895909907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4656873106895909907' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4656873106895909907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4656873106895909907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/11/begiak-irekitzen.html' title='Begiak irekitzen...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TNq8Un9z7ZI/AAAAAAAAARE/ueCaRmL8W5g/s72-c/2006_flicka_002-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8745932423427708839</id><published>2010-10-28T14:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:36:01.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zu ez bezela... ...inor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadie como tu para hacerme reir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadie como tu sabe de mi;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie como tu es capaz de compartir,&lt;br /&gt;mis penas, mi tristeza, mis ganas de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie como tu para pedir perdon;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie como tu valora esta cancion;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie como tu me da su proteccion,&lt;br /&gt;me ayuda a caminar, me aparta del dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TMmIqQhcQaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4Xx8lMUygGg/s1600/mujer5zg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TMmIqQhcQaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4Xx8lMUygGg/s400/mujer5zg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533103876772479394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tienes ese don de dar tranquilidad,&lt;br /&gt;de saber escuchar, de envolverme en paz.&lt;br /&gt;Tienes la virtud de hacerme olvidar&lt;br /&gt;el miedo que me da mirar la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Solamente tu lo puedes entender&lt;br /&gt;y solamente tu te lo podras creer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pasaran los años y siempre estarás buscando&lt;br /&gt;un plan para que se hagan realidad los sueños&lt;br /&gt;que soñabamos antes de ayer al dormir&lt;br /&gt;hablando del tiempo que nos quedará por vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...y en silencio y sin cruzar una palabra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solamente una mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es suficiente para hablar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;PD: Eskerrik asko&lt;br /&gt;aukera emateagatik.&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/7273907194676965506-8745932423427708839?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8745932423427708839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8745932423427708839' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8745932423427708839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8745932423427708839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/10/zu-ez-bezela-inor.html' title='Zu ez bezela... ...inor'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TMmIqQhcQaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4Xx8lMUygGg/s72-c/mujer5zg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-865931756630975017</id><published>2010-08-29T23:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:27:56.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Egoera + erantzuna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="510" height="311"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESdCRkb7FGI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESdCRkb7FGI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="510" height="311"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrévete, no hay nada que perder...&lt;br /&gt;Haz que el viento sople a tú favor,&lt;br /&gt;la vida te sonríe;&lt;br /&gt;hoy podría ser que todo pinte más que bien.&lt;br /&gt;Échate a la calle&lt;br /&gt;pégale la vuelta al mundo de una vez,&lt;br /&gt;Será mejor, cuanto mejor lo quieras ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrévete, no hay nada que perder,&lt;br /&gt;tú suerte está a punto de llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ríete de todo hazte un favor,la risa ensancha el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Convéncete no hay mal que no termine bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/THrQTdURg6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/inVKLAEUvtc/s1600/1220freddy-20tan20sola__1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/THrQTdURg6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/inVKLAEUvtc/s400/1220freddy-20tan20sola__1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510946126746977186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuera telarañas, sal al sol,&lt;br /&gt;la vida es buena munición;&lt;br /&gt;Contágiate, si quieres todo puede ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrévete, no hay nada que perder,&lt;br /&gt;tú suerte está a punto de llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón, ningún lugar te está prohibido,&lt;br /&gt;no hay mejor canción&lt;br /&gt;que la que cantan tus latidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrévete, no hay nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;tú suerte está a punto de ligar contigo...&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/7273907194676965506-865931756630975017?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/865931756630975017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=865931756630975017' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/865931756630975017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/865931756630975017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/egoera-erantzuna.html' title='Egoera + erantzuna...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/THrQTdURg6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/inVKLAEUvtc/s72-c/1220freddy-20tan20sola__1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4196707809939035652</id><published>2010-08-06T07:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:42:29.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonbidapena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te despiertas y miras a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no hay nadie junto a ti que te tienda una mano&lt;br /&gt;caminas solo, buscando la complicidad de una mirada&lt;br /&gt;que te diga en mi puedes confiar,&lt;br /&gt;no te voy a fallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora ven, déjate llevar,&lt;br /&gt;mañana habrá tiempo para poder olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso ven, conmigo a algún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;perdamos el norte y olvida todo lo demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TFu8pmm576I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XnlxTV0EIdY/s1600/confianza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TFu8pmm576I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XnlxTV0EIdY/s400/confianza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502198792687579042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No lo dudes más y lánzate al vacío,&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada que perder sigue tus latidos,&lt;br /&gt;descubriendo con cada paso a dónde vas&lt;br /&gt;y disfrutando del camino&lt;br /&gt;en mi puedes confiar, no te voy a fallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora ven, déjate llevar,&lt;br /&gt;mañana habrá tiempo para poder olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso ven, conmigo a algún lugar,&lt;br /&gt;perdamos el norte y olvida todo lo demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y ven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4196707809939035652?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4196707809939035652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4196707809939035652' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4196707809939035652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4196707809939035652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/08/gonbidapena.html' title='Gonbidapena'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TFu8pmm576I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XnlxTV0EIdY/s72-c/confianza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1306655082059388296</id><published>2010-07-07T00:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:23:31.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuk duzunean ... nik dut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando lloras, se para el mundo y nunca se qué decir;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando lloras,  me derrumbo y no me sale fingir;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lloras, las horas le dan la  vuelta al reloj;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lloras, a solas, me muerdes el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;cuando lloras, cuando me dices que no.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa  lo que quieras pero ahora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lloras se tuerce el  rumbo y no tengo a donde ir.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lloras yo me hundo y  tardo en volver a salir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TDOr8XIrWKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/amy1y6L_Ei4/s1600/aprende-a-reir-aunque-quieras-llorar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TDOr8XIrWKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/amy1y6L_Ei4/s400/aprende-a-reir-aunque-quieras-llorar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490921424185677986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando lloras, las  horas le dan la vuelta al reloj.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando lloras, a solas, me  muerdes el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;cuando  lloras, cuando me dices que no.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa lo que quieras pero ahora,  pero ahora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;cuando lloras  cuando me dices que no.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa lo que quieras pero ahora...&lt;br /&gt;la que llora soy yo,&lt;br /&gt;la que llora soy yo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1306655082059388296?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1306655082059388296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1306655082059388296' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1306655082059388296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1306655082059388296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/07/zuk-duzunean-nik-dut.html' title='Zuk duzunean ... nik dut'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TDOr8XIrWKI/AAAAAAAAAQM/amy1y6L_Ei4/s72-c/aprende-a-reir-aunque-quieras-llorar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5235382591866150127</id><published>2010-06-21T22:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:16:06.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eskutitzak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en cartas para no decirlas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hay cosas que escribo en canciones para repetirlas.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que están en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y quedaran contigo cuando me haya ido;&lt;br /&gt;en todas acabo diciendo cuanto he querido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en la cama;&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que escribo en el aire;&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que siento tan mías que no son de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo contigo;&lt;br /&gt;y hay cosas que sin ti no valen.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas y cosas que acaban llegando tan tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TCDhUE_idzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/M_lNP1PVs18/s1600/escribir%2Bpluma%2Bpergamino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TCDhUE_idzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/M_lNP1PVs18/s400/escribir%2Bpluma%2Bpergamino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485632081191139122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay cosas que se lleva el tiempo sabe Dios a donde;&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que siguen ancladas cuando el tiempo corre;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que están en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y quedaran conmigo cuando me haya ido.&lt;br /&gt;en todas acabo sabiendo cuanto he querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en la cama;&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que escribo en el aire;&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas que siento tan mías&lt;br /&gt;que no son de nadie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo contigo;&lt;br /&gt;y hay cosas que sin ti no valen.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas y cosas que acaban llegando tan tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cartas urgentes que llegan, cuando ya no hay nadie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-5235382591866150127?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5235382591866150127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5235382591866150127' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5235382591866150127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5235382591866150127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/06/eskutitzak.html' title='Eskutitzak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TCDhUE_idzI/AAAAAAAAAQE/M_lNP1PVs18/s72-c/escribir%2Bpluma%2Bpergamino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1037612501983972268</id><published>2010-05-30T16:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:00:25.955+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nahiz eta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A menudo se entretiene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;casi siempre llega tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nunca para en ningún sitio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y aparece en cualquier parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Va llenando sus maletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;con las cosas que le valen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;las que nunca nadie quiere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;las que son para encontrarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y le noto algo distinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ya no me parece el mismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y es que ese corazón se pierde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y es que ese corazón se apaga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y es que ese corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;se ha herido, está perdido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque nadie lo ha querido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TAJ9RP0IIsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5vWO_KFI8wc/s1600/20061206174605-saudade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TAJ9RP0IIsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5vWO_KFI8wc/s400/20061206174605-saudade1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477077832092361410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y te quiere más que a nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e imagina que lo sabes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aunque ni siquiera existas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y no sepas cuánto vales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y se engaña con promesas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;con promesas para nadie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yo sé bien por qué se pierde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;él se pierde por pensarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para que tiempo y luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cobren sentido aparece pronto ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Para que des la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;al árbol caído aparece pronto ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y llévale contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ven y llévale contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1037612501983972268?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1037612501983972268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1037612501983972268' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1037612501983972268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1037612501983972268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/05/nahiz-eta.html' title='Nahiz eta...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/TAJ9RP0IIsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5vWO_KFI8wc/s72-c/20061206174605-saudade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8112438726293368771</id><published>2010-04-28T14:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:58:01.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aingeruak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tú me enseñaste que tan simples son las cosas;&lt;br /&gt;Tú me enseñaste a dar amor y nada más;&lt;br /&gt;Y que no importa si recibes algo a cambio;&lt;br /&gt;Y descubrir que en esta vida hay algo más;&lt;br /&gt;Y donde quiera que yo esté, tú vas a estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y como un ángel cuidarás de mí,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me pierda y deje de reír;&lt;br /&gt;Y como el viento que me cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que el invierno está por venir;&lt;br /&gt;Y este mundo que gira de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;aunque me sienta al revés,&lt;br /&gt;como un ave que no para el vuelo,&lt;br /&gt;sé que no voy a caer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S9gwpP6jtAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ELp-E-ZvCfM/s1600/aaww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S9gwpP6jtAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ELp-E-ZvCfM/s320/aaww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465171633019008002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tú me enseñaste cómo respirar de nuevo;&lt;br /&gt;Tú me enseñaste a pensar antes de actuar;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo se trata de ver hasta lo invisible&lt;br /&gt;  y descubrir que en esta vida hay algo más,&lt;br /&gt;  y donde quiera que yo esté, tú vas a estar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y sé que voy a verte de nuevo, lo sé...&lt;br /&gt;para decirte cuánto te quiero, lo sabes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Y como un ángel cuidarás de mí,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me pierda y deje de reír...&lt;br /&gt;Y como un ángel cuidarás de mí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nire hegoak lortzen&lt;br /&gt;saiatzen... zuetako&lt;br /&gt;batzuk badituzue.&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/7273907194676965506-8112438726293368771?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8112438726293368771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8112438726293368771' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8112438726293368771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8112438726293368771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/04/aingeruak.html' title='Aingeruak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S9gwpP6jtAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ELp-E-ZvCfM/s72-c/aaww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1613154712062061640</id><published>2010-04-23T14:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:22:19.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy toca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Perdona lo que dije y no quise decir,&lt;br /&gt;pensaste que mentia y tal vez te mentí;&lt;br /&gt;perdona las excusas por aliarme con la musa&lt;br /&gt;y nunca tener tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es cierto que viví sumido en el ayer,&lt;br /&gt;jugando a ciegas con querer y no querer&lt;br /&gt;ahora que estas conmigo, bajito y al oído&lt;br /&gt;te canto sin ningún miedo a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoname tú, si he cometido algun error&lt;br /&gt;y este torpe y distraido corazón;&lt;br /&gt;perdóname tú, por tener fuerza para aguantarme&lt;br /&gt;por pintar azul mi cielo, por creer en el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que yo no quiero problemas,&lt;br /&gt;que los problemas amargan,&lt;br /&gt;si estoy contigo a tu vera,&lt;br /&gt;los problemitas se marchan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S9GpsgHdDPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qjYiG-dqZak/s1600/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463334404977659122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S9GpsgHdDPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qjYiG-dqZak/s320/triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y yo no quiero intereses,&lt;br /&gt;ni conveniencias fingidas,&lt;br /&gt;me dado cuenta mi niña/o,&lt;br /&gt;que está la vida muy mala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdómame sin en silencio fui creando una enemiga&lt;br /&gt;por tenerte y no entender que eras amiga/o&lt;br /&gt;Quizas no es tarde para perdonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname si en secreto no conte contigo&lt;br /&gt;quizás me acostumbre a portarme como un niño;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas no sea tarde se arregle el desatino&lt;br /&gt;es tiempo de cambiar nuestro destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoname tú por no callar para escucharte&lt;br /&gt;por vivir pensando en mi y no en todos;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoname tú que tienes fuerza para guiarme,&lt;br /&gt;por llenar este universo, con satélites de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...con sensación de no recibir...&lt;/span&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/7273907194676965506-1613154712062061640?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1613154712062061640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1613154712062061640' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1613154712062061640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1613154712062061640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoy-toca.html' title='Hoy toca...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S9GpsgHdDPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qjYiG-dqZak/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1628562679470247159</id><published>2010-03-08T21:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:52:28.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nola eskertu, nola esan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siempre he estado pensado como agradecerte,&lt;br /&gt;por hacerme el regalo más grande, más fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;haberme regalado todo lo que tienes&lt;br /&gt;y si es así, es así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has perdido tu tiempo por mis ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;y cambiaste llorar por luchar en mi nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Por buscarme un lugar donde fuera valiente&lt;br /&gt;para ser feliz, conmigo misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me has demostrado que eres como un milagro;&lt;br /&gt;algo tan especial que siempre me ha arropado.&lt;br /&gt;Le has ganado mil pulsos al que te haya retado,&lt;br /&gt;si es así, es así. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446383958263893746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S5VxWpa0jvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tgNK8ELqzVA/s400/POR_TI~1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Por ti lucharé, por todo el cariño que has puesto conmigo;&lt;br /&gt;por todo tu tiempo, por haber querido tenerme contigo;&lt;br /&gt;y por tu calor y por tanta magia me quedo contigo;&lt;br /&gt;y por tu calor y por tu carisma te llevo conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llevo conmigo, te llevo conmigo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1628562679470247159?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1628562679470247159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1628562679470247159' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1628562679470247159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1628562679470247159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/03/nola-eskertu-nola-esan.html' title='Nola eskertu, nola esan...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S5VxWpa0jvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tgNK8ELqzVA/s72-c/POR_TI~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1945513028347367600</id><published>2010-02-11T14:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:35:14.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Garena garelako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos ríos de odio desembocando en alegría.&lt;br /&gt;Somos niños jugando en la calle hasta que acabe el día.&lt;br /&gt;Somos como canciones sonando en un disco rayado.&lt;br /&gt;Somos la cara B de una cinta que nunca ha sonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos Palma viendo anochecer desde tu coche viejo.&lt;br /&gt;Somos Barna, Valencia y Madrid después de un concierto.&lt;br /&gt;Somos la Torre Eiffel encendida un 14 de Febrero.&lt;br /&gt;Somos inmigrantes hablando un idioma extranjero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tenga valor para hablar, diré que tengo miedo,&lt;br /&gt;de vivir sin volver a escuchar como suena un te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Somos el resultado de todo lo que hemos vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos todo lo que cada noche he soñado con vosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436992871994457650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S3QUNe2PfjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VtmlaHf-Bek/s400/mln17p9oa1m9b20thfxstppu_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somos aquel avión que salió un día de Barajas.&lt;br /&gt;La parada de taxi al salir me esperas apoyada.&lt;br /&gt;Somos cada semáforo en rojo con abrazo incluido.&lt;br /&gt;Somos un "no te vayas aun, quédate conmigo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos un libro de Picasso y un caballero andante.&lt;br /&gt;Somos el Principito que un día se fue de viaje.&lt;br /&gt;Como un kamikaze que llora en su última cena.&lt;br /&gt;Somos dudas flotando pensando qué vale la pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tenga valor para hablar, diré que tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;de vivir sin volver a escuchar como suena un te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Somos el resultado de todo lo que hemos vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Somos todo lo que cada noche he soñado con vosotros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1945513028347367600?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1945513028347367600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1945513028347367600' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1945513028347367600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1945513028347367600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/02/garena-garelako.html' title='Garena garelako...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S3QUNe2PfjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VtmlaHf-Bek/s72-c/mln17p9oa1m9b20thfxstppu_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5221147406538100049</id><published>2010-02-01T00:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:27:46.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuregatik...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2apb3KemXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DGjd9shusaU/s1600-h/EBS7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433216296598542706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2apb3KemXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DGjd9shusaU/s200/EBS7%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Y después de tanto tiempo esperándolo, cantando sus canciones, imitándolas, analizando sus letras etc, he ido al concierto. TA ZE KONTZERTUA!! Canciones nuevas, no tan nuevas y muy míticas que revolvieron recuerdos y sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es el mismo grupo, falta la mitad, pero el espíritu y la línea es muy parecida, por lo que, a mi parecer, no está nada mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila esker konpainiagatik eta honatx momenturik politenetako bat eskeini zigun abestiaren letra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Yo te quiero &lt;strong&gt;regalar palabras&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; para cuando caigas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cogerte&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;la mano al andar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;decirte cosas al oído&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;manta&lt;/strong&gt; cuando tengas frío,&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;hombro&lt;/strong&gt; para llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, &lt;strong&gt;mi vida empeño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por&lt;/strong&gt; un momento&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;verte sonreir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, &lt;strong&gt;mi alma&lt;/strong&gt; vendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cambio&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;de&lt;/strong&gt;l &lt;strong&gt;tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que necesites para ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433387199765055298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2dE3vEmh0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/H8NtbKSkkHo/s400/avatar_neytiri_1280x800-997525.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dejo todo por un beso tuyo,&lt;br /&gt;quiero &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;espada&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;escudo&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;decirte &lt;strong&gt;que te quiero una vez más&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; tus &lt;strong&gt;alas y&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;cielo&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;quiero &lt;strong&gt;ser&lt;/strong&gt; el &lt;strong&gt;mar y&lt;/strong&gt; tu &lt;strong&gt;velero&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;strong&gt;cielo y&lt;/strong&gt; tus &lt;strong&gt;pies para caminar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ti, mi vida&lt;/strong&gt; empeño&lt;br /&gt;por un momento&lt;br /&gt;de verte sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ti, mi alma&lt;/strong&gt; vendo&lt;br /&gt;a cambio del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;que necesites &lt;strong&gt;para ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-5221147406538100049?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5221147406538100049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5221147406538100049' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5221147406538100049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5221147406538100049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/02/zuregatik.html' title='Zuregatik...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2apb3KemXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/DGjd9shusaU/s72-c/EBS7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2031597750351303754</id><published>2010-01-18T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:11:30.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zentzua badauka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunque parece que todo se crece a mi alrededor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que yo soy cada vez más pequeña&lt;br /&gt;y no puedo enfrentarme a todo&lt;br /&gt;Y siento el miedo otra vez acechándome,&lt;br /&gt;Siento el miedo otra vez&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que seguro que aún queda&lt;br /&gt;eso que nos hace fuertes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiene sentido creer&lt;br /&gt;Seguro que aún queda&lt;br /&gt;eso que nos hace fuertes&lt;br /&gt;Tiene sentido creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S1Rr1RhCunI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OTDfiU9bUuo/s1600-h/1882430968_d7207b36e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S1Rr1RhCunI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OTDfiU9bUuo/s320/1882430968_d7207b36e6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082013867522674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunque parece que el mar enfurece lo que era un no;&lt;br /&gt;Y que mi barco se queda pequeño&lt;br /&gt;y las olas lo envuelven todo;&lt;br /&gt;Y siento el agua otra vez rodeándome&lt;br /&gt;Siento el miedo otra vez&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que seguro que aún queda&lt;br /&gt;eso que nos hace fuertes&lt;br /&gt;Tiene sentido creer&lt;br /&gt;Seguro que aún queda eso que nos hace fuertes&lt;br /&gt;Tiene sentido creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque la duda tiene el poder de dejarme caer&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo perder la cordura&lt;br /&gt;porque me puede, me ataca y me nubla&lt;br /&gt;cuando siento el miedo otra vez acechándome&lt;br /&gt;Siento el miedo otra vez&lt;br /&gt;aunque sé que seguro que aún queda&lt;br /&gt;eso que nos hace fuertes&lt;br /&gt;Tiene sentido creer...&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/7273907194676965506-2031597750351303754?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2031597750351303754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2031597750351303754' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2031597750351303754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2031597750351303754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2010/01/zentzua-badauka.html' title='Zentzua badauka...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S1Rr1RhCunI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OTDfiU9bUuo/s72-c/1882430968_d7207b36e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6359131795831954078</id><published>2010-01-02T15:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:46:11.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Te... veo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urte berri on danoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelikula honekin hasi eta era berean amaitu nuen urtea. Beraz, gaurko sarrera, momentu horien oroitzapenei zuzenduta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEdts1FUBiM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEdts1FUBiM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through a dream&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;My light in darkness breathing hope of new life&lt;br /&gt;Now I live through you and you through me&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting&lt;br /&gt;I pray in my heart that this dream never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see me through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Living through life flying high&lt;br /&gt;Your life shines the way into paradise&lt;br /&gt;So I offer my life as a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;I live through your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You teach me how to see&lt;br /&gt;All that’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;My senses touch your word I never pictured&lt;br /&gt;Now I give my hope to you&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;I pray in my heart that this world never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see me through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Living through life flying high&lt;br /&gt;Your love shines the way into paradise&lt;br /&gt;So I offer my life&lt;br /&gt;I offer my love, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heart was never open&lt;br /&gt;(and my spirit never free)&lt;br /&gt;To the world that you have shown me&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes could not division&lt;br /&gt;All the colours of love and of life ever more&lt;br /&gt;Evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I see me through your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;I see me through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(Living through life flying high)&lt;br /&gt;Flying high&lt;br /&gt;Your love shines the way into paradise&lt;br /&gt;So I offer my life as a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;And live through your love&lt;br /&gt;And live through your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;br /&gt;I see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6359131795831954078?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6359131795831954078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6359131795831954078' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-862611218562657166</id><published>2009-12-23T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:11:53.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurrera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justo en el momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;en que empezaba a encontrar oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;hasta en el sol de mi ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Justo en el momento en el que la resignación,&lt;br /&gt;consumía cada día mi ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareces tú y me das la mano,&lt;br /&gt;y sin mirarme te acercas a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;y despacito me dices susurrando,&lt;br /&gt;que escuche tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelante, por los sueños que aun nos quedan,&lt;br /&gt;Adelante, por aquellos que están por venir,&lt;br /&gt;Adelante porque no importa la meta,&lt;br /&gt;El destino es la promesa de seguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SzIIrmoTnxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w1bDt6U2vUY/s1600-h/butterfly28364fn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SzIIrmoTnxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w1bDt6U2vUY/s320/butterfly28364fn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418402846877130514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justo en el momento en que empezaba a sospechar,&lt;br /&gt;que la ilusión me abandonó sin avisar.&lt;br /&gt;Justo en el instante en que empezaba a olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;a atreverme a imaginar, a inventar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareces tú y me das la mano,&lt;br /&gt;y sin mirarme te acercas a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;y despacito me dices susurrando,&lt;br /&gt;que escuche tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelante, por los sueños que aun nos quedan,&lt;br /&gt;Adelante, por aquellos que están por venir,&lt;br /&gt;Adelante porque no importa la meta,&lt;br /&gt;El destino es la promesa de seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Adelante&lt;br /&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/7273907194676965506-862611218562657166?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/862611218562657166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=862611218562657166' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/862611218562657166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/862611218562657166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/12/aurrera.html' title='Aurrera...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SzIIrmoTnxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/w1bDt6U2vUY/s72-c/butterfly28364fn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5104217034133004128</id><published>2009-12-10T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:58:56.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es el agua, es el viento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;es resumen de todo lo que siento,&lt;br /&gt;es la arena, es el sentimiento,&lt;br /&gt;es la tinta que no borra en el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;es el aire de puntillas,&lt;br /&gt;es la calma cogiendo carrerilla,&lt;br /&gt;es el sabor de lo pequeño,&lt;br /&gt;es tocar un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el tiempo, es la hoguera,&lt;br /&gt;es la mano que mece la marea,&lt;br /&gt;es la tierra, es la bandera blanca,&lt;br /&gt;es la gota de una lluvia de esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;es el mundo de puntillas,&lt;br /&gt;es la vida cogiendo carrerilla,&lt;br /&gt;es el sabor de lo pequeño,&lt;br /&gt;es tocar un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SyC31TU70rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/P69aGyRykLI/s1600-h/te%2Bregalo%2Buna%2Bflor%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SyC31TU70rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/P69aGyRykLI/s320/te%2Bregalo%2Buna%2Bflor%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413528878448366258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Magia &lt;/span&gt;es probar a volcar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lo que hay en el fondo de ti&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;magia es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;verte sonreír&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Magia es probar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;saltar sin mirar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;caer y volver a empezar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el mapa de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;es lo que hay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cuando te miro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;es el duende del latido &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de tu corazón y el mío&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Es la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;meta &lt;/span&gt;y el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;camino&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;es la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;suerte &lt;/span&gt;y el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;destino&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;es la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fuerza &lt;/span&gt;del latido &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de tu corazón&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/7273907194676965506-5104217034133004128?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5104217034133004128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5104217034133004128' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5104217034133004128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5104217034133004128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/12/magia.html' title='Magia...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SyC31TU70rI/AAAAAAAAAOA/P69aGyRykLI/s72-c/te%2Bregalo%2Buna%2Bflor%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6175072946736579710</id><published>2009-12-03T00:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:05:58.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan solo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Covilar%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;Hay días que no me concentro; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; hay días en los que eres tu mi único consuelo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; hay días que me falta el aire hasta para respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; hay días que no soy capaz de encontrarte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; Allí estabas tu pero yo no te veía, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; empeñada en ocult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;arte tras mi melancolía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; Te quería y no te quería, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; me atrevía y no me atrevía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; confesar ante ti lo que sentía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; He buscado en los siete mares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;y allí no te encontré; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; he recorrido los continentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;mas tampoco allí te hallé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; Miré en el interior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;me dijeron que era lo mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; y envuelto en mi corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;brillabas cual si fueras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; tan solo amor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;ay tan solo amor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; tan solo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SxeagSd_NSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3_gG-5LtwWA/s1600-h/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHxUCvhr-xGSt_eAQsMqO7NF32I0_Thu7_tPXgBCTRuCH3v4AKoxkkSzBeaEmHkXr4Riu7TZtTY7ZHuICef5v8Ejsg3S6qVjI6803I5txkS1g.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SxeagSd_NSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3_gG-5LtwWA/s320/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHxUCvhr-xGSt_eAQsMqO7NF32I0_Thu7_tPXgBCTRuCH3v4AKoxkkSzBeaEmHkXr4Riu7TZtTY7ZHuICef5v8Ejsg3S6qVjI6803I5txkS1g.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410963356813047074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;A menudo me pregunto la razón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; por la que el hombre pone obstáculos a su corazón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; Si te sigo ay si no te sigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; ay si de una vez me decido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; a pensar más allá de mi voluntad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; He buscado en los siete mares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;y allí no te encontré; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; he recorrido los continentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;mas tampoco allí te hallé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; Miré en el interior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;me dijeron que era lo mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; y envuelto en mi corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;brillabas cual si fueras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; tan solo amor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;ay tan solo amor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt; tan solo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6175072946736579710?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6175072946736579710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6175072946736579710' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6175072946736579710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6175072946736579710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/12/tan-solo.html' title='Tan solo...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SxeagSd_NSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3_gG-5LtwWA/s72-c/x1pN1mp8dKYgTHxUCvhr-xGSt_eAQsMqO7NF32I0_Thu7_tPXgBCTRuCH3v4AKoxkkSzBeaEmHkXr4Riu7TZtTY7ZHuICef5v8Ejsg3S6qVjI6803I5txkS1g.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5705507988492060772</id><published>2009-11-30T14:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:05:00.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erabakia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aunque algunos días sean peores que otros, aunque hayamos recibido palos por todos los lados, aunque creamos que tenemos menos suerte que otras personas, aunque... Podría dar mil y una razones para no hacer caso a la letra que aperece aquí pero ninguna nos va a hacer sentir mejor y lo sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os animo a que leáis detenidamente y cambiéis el "chip" ya que nunca es demasiado tarde para hacerlo. Seguro que hay personas a vuestro alrededor dispuestas a echar un cable en esta difícil tarea y además lo que más cuesta (como en casi todo) es, decidirse y arrancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Un abrazo muy grande&lt;br /&gt;y ánimo para los/as que os&lt;br /&gt;embarquéis en esta aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy sólo una pieza de esta sociedad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cumplo con normas que el instinto me hace cuestionar,&lt;br /&gt;y luego miro a los demás y empiezo a ver la luz brillar.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero cambiar, es hora ya de despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir, quiero sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Saborear cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;compartirlo y ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas cosas que aprender,&lt;br /&gt;tanto nuevo por llegar.&lt;br /&gt;La vida siempre suma y sigue,&lt;br /&gt;lo que tienes es lo que das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créeme, voy a vivir, cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;mientras pueda estar aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Ya comprendí que mi destino, es elegir,&lt;br /&gt;no tengo miedo, he decidido ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SxPCw7IEgyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yq6G9vY0E1w/s1600/38341_felicidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SxPCw7IEgyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yq6G9vY0E1w/s320/38341_felicidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409881723163149090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiero vivir, quiero sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Saborear cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;compartirlo y ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me quede un poco de aire,&lt;br /&gt;no voy a abandonar.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto que ganar,&lt;br /&gt;tengo ganas de crecer…&lt;br /&gt;Voy a vivir, voy a vivir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asumí que renunciar, no es más que escoger,&lt;br /&gt;equivocarme es una buena forma de aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Que si sigo al corazón no tengo nada que perder,&lt;br /&gt;y a cada paso, surge otra oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora ya ves, no soy quien fui,&lt;br /&gt;aquella triste y temerosa persona de ayer,&lt;br /&gt;he renacido para todo, tengo ganas de vivir,&lt;br /&gt;ahora guardo mi energía para aquel que crea en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No perderé ni un día más en lamentarme,&lt;br /&gt;o en sentarme a descansar,&lt;br /&gt;y cada paso, me permitirá avanzar,&lt;br /&gt;hacia el futuro, con confianza y libertad…&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/7273907194676965506-5705507988492060772?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5705507988492060772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5705507988492060772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5705507988492060772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5705507988492060772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/erabakia.html' title='Erabakia...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SxPCw7IEgyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yq6G9vY0E1w/s72-c/38341_felicidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-600391330493153765</id><published>2009-11-25T23:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:28:46.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nik egindako azkeneko montajian erabailitako abestia izan zan eta ez nuen beste edozein abesti bezela aukeratu. Oso kontziente nintzen letrak zioenaz eta gaur hemen uzten dut oroitzapen moduan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quiero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivir&lt;/span&gt;, quiero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reir&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que estemos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hasta hacernos viejos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;te &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;llevo &lt;/span&gt;aquí, dentro de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y formas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parte &lt;/span&gt;de lo que voy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siendo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt;, en mi raíz,&lt;br /&gt;tengo muy claro de donde vengo,&lt;br /&gt;te &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quiero &lt;/span&gt;a tí, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cerca &lt;/span&gt;de mí&lt;br /&gt;y a lo que venga estaremos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atentos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volver a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recordar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;y volverme a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imaginar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;tantas tardes con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi gente&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juntos &lt;/span&gt;en cualquier lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Y volver a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;descubrir&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que sois lo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mejor &lt;/span&gt;de mí,&lt;br /&gt;mis amigos son el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;centro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;son &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miradas&lt;/span&gt;, son mi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aliento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/Sw2ulU4q8YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3huKtXfdAb0/s1600/abrazo_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/Sw2ulU4q8YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3huKtXfdAb0/s320/abrazo_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408170683826631042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lo voy a decir, me haces muy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;haces que me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acuerde &lt;/span&gt;siempre de lo bueno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tirando &lt;/span&gt;de mí, sabiendo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elegir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la mejor manera de contarme el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuento&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ahora se que sí, llegar hasta aquí,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no lo hubiera logrado sin vuestro talento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sonreir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al veros &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivir&lt;/span&gt;, el mejor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Troncos os quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volver a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recordar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;y volverme a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imaginar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;tantas tardes con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi gente&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juntos &lt;/span&gt;en cualquier lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Y volver a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;descubrir&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que sois lo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mejor &lt;/span&gt;de mí,&lt;br /&gt;mis amigos son el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;centro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;son &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miradas&lt;/span&gt;, son mi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aliento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bide batez, astelehenean halako egun polita pasarazi zenidaten guztiei zuzenduta doakizue sarrera hau.&lt;br /&gt;Mila esker eta hurrenarte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-600391330493153765?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/600391330493153765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=600391330493153765' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/600391330493153765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/600391330493153765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/o.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/Sw2ulU4q8YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3huKtXfdAb0/s72-c/abrazo_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7267962784420088503</id><published>2009-11-18T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:45:32.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nahia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quiero que dejes salir tu voz&lt;br /&gt;y que diga lo que tenga que decir.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que grites que también tu,&lt;br /&gt;sabes curarte las heridas de vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sigues tirando de viejos recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;no puedes esperar, nunca pasa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas que marcaron algunos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;y ahora no sabes si tienen alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu sabes curarte las heridas,&lt;br /&gt;aprendiste a andar en un suelo,&lt;br /&gt;cubierto de canicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de pié seguirás sobre tu vida&lt;br /&gt;aprendiste a andar en un camino&lt;br /&gt;de arenas movedizas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SwQF6TzV6mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tbXVj8a_5kA/s1600/x1pgliP38XxBL3fuNNAqXN3eE8uEgXY-CzV0y5C1IAzqDfhcLTGGApnVYi8Gxmn0ey2wiPYbxigDMH1LZ8uon9mhq7UeGpo8-v6GTReLfprhDoQvk_s5gPcyJZZkcV_LnxCqR5cC4Qy7LtT0HjwCoerig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SwQF6TzV6mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tbXVj8a_5kA/s400/x1pgliP38XxBL3fuNNAqXN3eE8uEgXY-CzV0y5C1IAzqDfhcLTGGApnVYi8Gxmn0ey2wiPYbxigDMH1LZ8uon9mhq7UeGpo8-v6GTReLfprhDoQvk_s5gPcyJZZkcV_LnxCqR5cC4Qy7LtT0HjwCoerig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405451952057608802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lo lejos sólo estas tú&lt;br /&gt;y que digan lo que tengan que decir.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre lo fuiste y entiende hoy,&lt;br /&gt;que tus medios y tu fin es lo que eres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enciendes cerillas que alumbran tus pasos,&lt;br /&gt;más luz para qué, siempre vas a ciegas;&lt;br /&gt;Caminas con cuidado entre nudos y lazos&lt;br /&gt;cansada de andar desatando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pero tu sabes curarte las heridas,&lt;br /&gt;aprendiste a andar en un suelo,&lt;br /&gt;cubierto de canicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de pié seguirás sobre tu vida&lt;br /&gt;aprendiste a andar en un camino&lt;br /&gt;de arenas movedizas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-7267962784420088503?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7267962784420088503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7267962784420088503' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7267962784420088503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7267962784420088503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/nahia.html' title='Nahia'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SwQF6TzV6mI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tbXVj8a_5kA/s72-c/x1pgliP38XxBL3fuNNAqXN3eE8uEgXY-CzV0y5C1IAzqDfhcLTGGApnVYi8Gxmn0ey2wiPYbxigDMH1LZ8uon9mhq7UeGpo8-v6GTReLfprhDoQvk_s5gPcyJZZkcV_LnxCqR5cC4Qy7LtT0HjwCoerig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-283693180126932339</id><published>2009-11-11T23:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:03:11.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que nadie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empezaron los problemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se enganchó a la pena&lt;br /&gt;se aferró a la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no mira las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;mira sus ojeras&lt;br /&gt;cansada de pelear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidándose de todo&lt;br /&gt;busca algun modo&lt;br /&gt;de encontrar su libertad.&lt;br /&gt;El cerrojo que le aprieta&lt;br /&gt;le pone cadenas&lt;br /&gt;y nunca descansa en paz;&lt;br /&gt;y tu dignidad&lt;br /&gt;se ha quedado esperando a que vuelvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie calle tu verdad,&lt;br /&gt;que nadie te ahogue el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie te haga mas llorar&lt;br /&gt;hundiendote en silencio,&lt;br /&gt;que nadie te obligue a morir&lt;br /&gt;cortando tu alas al volar,&lt;br /&gt;que vuelvan tus ganas de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SvtCeZyrhkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/40vnUQg28dk/s1600-h/1211235969_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SvtCeZyrhkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/40vnUQg28dk/s320/1211235969_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402985268048004674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En el tunel del espanto&lt;br /&gt;todo se hace largo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se iluminará.&lt;br /&gt;Amarrado a su destino&lt;br /&gt;va sin ser testigo&lt;br /&gt;de tu lento caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienen hambre sus latidos&lt;br /&gt;pero son sumisos&lt;br /&gt;y suenan a su compas.&lt;br /&gt;La alegria traicionera&lt;br /&gt;le cierra la puerta&lt;br /&gt;o se sienta en su sofa.&lt;br /&gt; Y tu dignidad&lt;br /&gt;se ha quedado esperando a que vuelvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie calle tu verdad,&lt;br /&gt;que nadie te ahogue el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie te haga mas llorar&lt;br /&gt;hundiendote en silencio,&lt;br /&gt;que nadie te obligue a morir&lt;br /&gt;cortando tu alas al volar,&lt;br /&gt;que vuelvan tus ganas de vivir...&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/7273907194676965506-283693180126932339?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/283693180126932339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=283693180126932339' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3549455591836484845</id><published>2009-10-01T00:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:39:44.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oihukatu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hace días que te observo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y he contado con los dedos&lt;br /&gt;cuantas veces te has reído&lt;br /&gt;una mano me ha valido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace días que me fijo&lt;br /&gt;no sé que guardas ahí dentro&lt;br /&gt;a juzgar por lo que veo&lt;br /&gt;nada bueno, nada bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qué tienes miedo&lt;br /&gt;a reir y a llorar luego&lt;br /&gt;a romper el hielo&lt;br /&gt;que recubre tu silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suéltate ya y cuéntame&lt;br /&gt;que aquí estamos para eso&lt;br /&gt;pa' lo bueno y pa' lo malo&lt;br /&gt;llora ahora y ríe luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SsRcT-VJOuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5eNq9PT2sSQ/s1600-h/un-autentico-amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SsRcT-VJOuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5eNq9PT2sSQ/s400/un-autentico-amigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387532552460909282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si salgo corriendo,&lt;br /&gt;tú me agarras por el cuello&lt;br /&gt;y si no te escucho, grita!&lt;br /&gt;Te tiendo la mano,&lt;br /&gt;tú agarra todo el brazo,&lt;br /&gt;y si quieres más pues, grita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tiempo alguien me dijo&lt;br /&gt;cual era el mejor remedio,&lt;br /&gt;cuando sin motivo alguno,&lt;br /&gt;se te iba el mundo al suelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si quieres yo te explico&lt;br /&gt;en que consiste el misterio,&lt;br /&gt;que no hay cielo, mar ni tierra,&lt;br /&gt;que la vida es un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si salgo corriendo, tú me agarras por el cuello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si no te escucho, grita!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tiendo la mano, tú agarra todo el brazo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si quieres más pues, grita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-3549455591836484845?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3549455591836484845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3549455591836484845' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3549455591836484845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3549455591836484845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/10/oihukatu.html' title='Oihukatu...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SsRcT-VJOuI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5eNq9PT2sSQ/s72-c/un-autentico-amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2100202722293711639</id><published>2009-09-22T13:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:39:40.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Artikulu bat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.diariovasco.com/20090922/san-sebastian/reconocimiento-gipuzkoa-20090922.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;Reconocimiento a DYA Gipuzkoa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2100202722293711639?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2100202722293711639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2100202722293711639' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2100202722293711639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2100202722293711639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/artikulu-bat.html' title='Artikulu bat!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4055623488531390536</id><published>2009-09-18T13:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:23:44.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*Joey*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5D1qQr-rfI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5D1qQr-rfI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Las imágenes&lt;br /&gt;valen más&lt;br /&gt;que mil palabras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4055623488531390536?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4055623488531390536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4599098096230837003</id><published>2009-09-02T08:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:57:50.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kontxako Bandera 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eta beste urte batez, Donostiako "jai" hauetan baina beste ikuspegi batetik ikusita. Ostegunetik hasita, irailak 12ra arte. Gainera neskak ere izango ditugu gurean... Ea ze giro sortzen den eta ze ikuskizun ematen diguten traineruek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/Sp4yuVpU_VI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ep_O60rXgtM/s1600-h/Koxtape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/Sp4yuVpU_VI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ep_O60rXgtM/s400/Koxtape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376790776792808786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gogoratzen argazki hau egin zenean?&lt;br /&gt;Qué tiempos aquellos!! jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PD: Argi gera dadila,&lt;br /&gt;nahiz eta aurten&lt;br /&gt;horiz jantzita joan,&lt;br /&gt;enaiz Oriokoa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4599098096230837003?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4599098096230837003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4599098096230837003' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4599098096230837003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4599098096230837003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/kontxako-bandera-2009.html' title='Kontxako Bandera 2009'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/Sp4yuVpU_VI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Ep_O60rXgtM/s72-c/Koxtape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6594481831288745608</id><published>2009-08-22T16:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:28:44.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saihestu ezinean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKEFbIKJzF4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKEFbIKJzF4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;´¨) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;¸.-´¸.-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;´¨) ¸.-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;¨) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;(¸.-´ (¸.-` &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;´¨) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;.-´¯`-.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Muxu handi bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6594481831288745608?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6594481831288745608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6594481831288745608' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6594481831288745608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6594481831288745608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/08/saihestu-ezinean.html' title='Saihestu ezinean...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2088885259606181517</id><published>2009-08-19T15:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:03:19.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ezer esan ezinik...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/llorar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x79/pixvirtual/im/31/1036638.jpg" alt="llorar Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by pixvirtual&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/7273907194676965506-2088885259606181517?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2088885259606181517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2088885259606181517' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2088885259606181517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2088885259606181517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/08/ezer-esan-ezinik.html' title='ezer esan ezinik...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6655535790849799893</id><published>2009-08-07T12:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:17:57.054+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aste Nagusia 2009</title><content type='html'>Kaixo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucho tiempo sin actualizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...poco tiempo para ello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367179369268992322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SnwNMycVWUI/AAAAAAAAALw/ST9RjHbbtiA/s320/aste-nagusia-09-kartela-donostia.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Asteburu honetan Donostiako Aste Nagusia datorkigu gurera. Aurtengoa ezberdina izango da, ez okerragoa ez hobea, ezberdina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Badago gauza bat ez dena aldatuko: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA BUENA COMPAÑÍA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Más que suficiente para empezar la fiesta con ganas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Además, una vez más podré disfrutar de la fiesta desde una visión distinta. A ver qué tal la experiencia... kontatukoizuet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ondo izan!&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/7273907194676965506-6655535790849799893?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6655535790849799893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6655535790849799893' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6655535790849799893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6655535790849799893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/08/aste-nagusia-2009.html' title='Aste Nagusia 2009'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SnwNMycVWUI/AAAAAAAAALw/ST9RjHbbtiA/s72-c/aste-nagusia-09-kartela-donostia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8444725723883480168</id><published>2009-07-12T22:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:51:30.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oparirik handiena</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgklVMqaVGA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgklVMqaVGA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(el)&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacerte un regalo&lt;br /&gt;Algo dulce, algo raro. . .&lt;br /&gt;No un regalo común&lt;br /&gt;De los que perdiste o nunca abriste&lt;br /&gt;Que olvidaste en un tren o no aceptaste&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ella)&lt;br /&gt;De los que abres y lloras&lt;br /&gt;Estas feliz y no finges&lt;br /&gt;En este día de septiembre&lt;br /&gt;Te dedicaré el regalo más grande&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(el)&lt;br /&gt;Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que&lt;br /&gt;De noche que la mire pueda pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu amor para mí es importante&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa lo que diga la gente porque&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ella)&lt;br /&gt;A mi en silencio se que me protegías y sé&lt;br /&gt;Que aún cansada tu sonrisa no marcharía&lt;br /&gt;Mañana sale de viaje me llevaré tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Para que no se vaya y siempre vuelva&lt;br /&gt;Regalo más grande regalo más grande. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero que me regales&lt;br /&gt;Un sueño escondido&lt;br /&gt;O nunca entregado&lt;br /&gt;De esos que no pueda abrir&lt;br /&gt;Delante de mucha gente&lt;br /&gt;Porque el regalo más grande&lt;br /&gt;Solo es nuestro para siempre&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(el)&lt;br /&gt;Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que&lt;br /&gt;De noche que la mire pueda pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu amor para mi es importante&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa lo que diga la gente porque&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ella)&lt;br /&gt;A mí en silencio sé que me protegías y sé&lt;br /&gt;Que aún cansada tu sonrisa no marcharía&lt;br /&gt;Mañana sale de viaje me llevaré tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Para que entiendas que&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ellos)&lt;br /&gt;Y llegará ahora el fin que sea en un abismo&lt;br /&gt;No para odiarme sino para intentar volar y…&lt;br /&gt;Y si te niega todo esta extrema agonía&lt;br /&gt;Si aun la vida te negara, respira la mía&lt;br /&gt;Y estaba atento a no amar antes de encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Y descuidaba mi existencia y no me importaba&lt;br /&gt;No quiero hacerme daño más amor, amor, amor. . .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que&lt;br /&gt;De noche que la mire pueda pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu amor para mi es importante&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa lo que diga la gente porque&lt;br /&gt;Amor negado amor robado y nunca devuelto&lt;br /&gt;Un amor tan grande como el tiempo y el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Amor que me habla con tus ojos aquí en frente&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú eres tú eres tú. . .eres tú&lt;br /&gt;El regalo más grande&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muxu eta&lt;br /&gt;laister arte!&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/7273907194676965506-8444725723883480168?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8444725723883480168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8444725723883480168' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8444725723883480168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8444725723883480168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/07/oparirik-handiena.html' title='Oparirik handiena'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6429951189938107073</id><published>2009-06-19T00:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:27:18.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zure jantzien azpian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAzZ1bCJ6Lk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GAzZ1bCJ6Lk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt; 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__IMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                         """IMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                            IMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                            IMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                            IMM__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                            IMM"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;                                            IMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6429951189938107073?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6429951189938107073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6429951189938107073' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6429951189938107073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6429951189938107073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/06/zure-jantzien-azpian.html' title='Zure jantzien azpian...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6581853316050762959</id><published>2009-05-30T16:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:52:28.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Garaiz iritsiko gara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kV5PeRIp54&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kV5PeRIp54&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sólo acaban contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si disparan por fuera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y te matan por dentro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6581853316050762959?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6581853316050762959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6581853316050762959' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6581853316050762959'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si con mis notas pudiera escribir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;los secretos que hay en tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si el pentagrama de tu corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;es tan solo frágil papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdona si jugando me hice daño&lt;br /&gt;yo seguiré caminando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminaré despacio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si hay un momento entre tu y yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No tengas miedo de llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tantos silencios de complicidad,&lt;br /&gt;los que ahora me hacen sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No se si acaba o vuelve a empezar,&lt;br /&gt;el compás que un día perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537147773780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SiDzvDecAmI/AAAAAAAAALg/iNUoOqAUgp0/s400/depuntillasbc8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perdona si he creído tus engaños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo seguiré caminando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y caminaré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminaré deprisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;junto a la brisa de tu voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuando tu risa empiece a llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminaré despacio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si hay un momento entre tú y yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no tengas miedo de llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si con mis besos pudiera escuchar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;los silencios que hay en tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;J’ai pourtant gardé l’espoir de t’aimer,en secret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dans mes profondeurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-5850234869072120890?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5850234869072120890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5850234869072120890' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5850234869072120890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5850234869072120890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/05/esanahi-handikoa.html' title='Esanahi handikoa...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SiDzvDecAmI/AAAAAAAAALg/iNUoOqAUgp0/s72-c/depuntillasbc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4373199712222982477</id><published>2009-05-07T12:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:19:07.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperientzia pilatzen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SgK05YRsRfI/AAAAAAAAALY/UehLwevu1bw/s1600-h/cartel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SgK05YRsRfI/AAAAAAAAALY/UehLwevu1bw/s400/cartel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333023806622287346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vuelta-bidasoa.com/2009/index.html"&gt;Bidasoako Itzulia 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 eguneko esperientzia, abenturaz beteta. Honetan ari naiz orain, nahi duenak gero galde dezala zer nolako egunak izan diren....&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/7273907194676965506-4373199712222982477?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4373199712222982477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4373199712222982477' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4373199712222982477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4373199712222982477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/05/esperientzia-pilatzen.html' title='Esperientzia pilatzen...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SgK05YRsRfI/AAAAAAAAALY/UehLwevu1bw/s72-c/cartel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8757659448668988443</id><published>2009-04-23T15:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:28:05.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ez bazaudete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si no estás me traiciona el subconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si no estás me descubro de repente&lt;br /&gt;nombrándote y me siento tan pequeña&lt;br /&gt;Si no estás te deseo en tu camino&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, que unos nuevos brazos te den el calor&lt;br /&gt;que en los míos no encontraste,&lt;br /&gt;que en los míos no encontraste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá pudiese odiarte,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá fuera más fácil olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que tengas suerte,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá no duela tanto no verte&lt;br /&gt;y los días me hagan mucho más fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que tengas suerte,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá no duela tanto no verte&lt;br /&gt;y los días pasan lentos&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SfBsquixFZI/AAAAAAAAALI/eJa6WTWGBSg/s1600-h/75726_356620430_83571_830715655_estar_h045901_l_H231053_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SfBsquixFZI/AAAAAAAAALI/eJa6WTWGBSg/s200/75726_356620430_83571_830715655_estar_h045901_l_H231053_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877840483456402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si no estás todo pierde su sentido&lt;br /&gt;si no estás y ya no encuentro motivos&lt;br /&gt;para continuar y me siento tan perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Si no estás acaricio tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;sin querer&lt;br /&gt;y deseo que el destino te vuelva a traer&lt;br /&gt;y no vuelvas a marcharte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá pudiese odiarte,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá fuera más fácil olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que tengas suerte,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá no duela tanto no verte&lt;br /&gt;y los días me hagan mucho más fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que tengas suerte,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá no duela tanto no verte&lt;br /&gt;y los días pasan lentos si no estás&lt;br /&gt;Los días pasan lentos si no estás, si tú no estás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PD: espero no tener&lt;br /&gt;que deciros esto...&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/7273907194676965506-8757659448668988443?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8757659448668988443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8757659448668988443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8757659448668988443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8757659448668988443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/04/ez-bazaudete.html' title='Ez bazaudete...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SfBsquixFZI/AAAAAAAAALI/eJa6WTWGBSg/s72-c/75726_356620430_83571_830715655_estar_h045901_l_H231053_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8743125348337022907</id><published>2009-04-17T23:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:36:48.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ametsa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJxSnzYPR38&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJxSnzYPR38&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saiatzen jarraituko beharko... ;o)&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/7273907194676965506-8743125348337022907?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8743125348337022907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8743125348337022907' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8743125348337022907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8743125348337022907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/04/ametsa.html' title='Ametsa?'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7808974992494070872</id><published>2009-04-14T15:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:51:06.758+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuku!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como bien predijo alguien, a mi regreso iba a actualizar el blog. Ha pasado mucho tiempo, pero no tenía ni el tema ni el material adecuado para actualizar. Aun y todo para nada he tenido olvidado este pequeño espacio ya que entro continuamente sólo por tener un acompañamiento musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eta zeri buruz hitzegingo dizuet?? Ba bai, neska horrek ere esan zuen: Euskal Herriko Itzuliarekin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un experiencia de 6 días en la que he podido conocer nuevos compañer@s de una forma distinta a la habitual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SeSS5Vhwz6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZCe1nhccwec/s1600-h/foto68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SeSS5Vhwz6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZCe1nhccwec/s320/foto68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542173187723170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mila esker denoi emandako tratuarengatik eta hurrenarte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: Hurrengoa, tokatzen bada, Bidasoako Txirrindulari Itzulia&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/7273907194676965506-7808974992494070872?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7808974992494070872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7808974992494070872' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7808974992494070872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7808974992494070872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/04/kuku.html' title='Kuku!!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SeSS5Vhwz6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZCe1nhccwec/s72-c/foto68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8089919493561019865</id><published>2009-02-18T12:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:36:24.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurbildu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu me vendrás con historias siderales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu me vendrás con esa extraña sensación&lt;br /&gt;del que no entiende la mitad de sus verdades&lt;br /&gt;y sufre males de cabeza y corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me vendrás con preguntas racionales&lt;br /&gt;tu me vendrás con la certera convicción&lt;br /&gt;de que esta vida no ha querido tus finales&lt;br /&gt;que prefirio cambiar de prota y de guión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no de las mentiras, no de los desiertos&lt;br /&gt;no de los malos momentos&lt;br /&gt;que ya no están para ser nuestros.&lt;br /&gt;No de amargos tragos ni tristes canciones&lt;br /&gt;y no de malas intenciones&lt;br /&gt;que llenan malos corazones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SZvyAMSTsKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ee3oiDt3U_g/s1600-h/viol%C3%ADn+nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SZvyAMSTsKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ee3oiDt3U_g/s320/viol%C3%ADn+nostalgia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099071270826146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que mi todo es nada y que tu nunca es siempre&lt;br /&gt;y llevo ya tiempo sin verte&lt;br /&gt;asi que ven que yo de buenos te hablaré&lt;br /&gt;y no de malos te hablaré&lt;br /&gt;asi que ven que yo de buenos te hablaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes? el Sol no está ahí para cegarnos,&lt;br /&gt;ni las tormentas para no poder volar,&lt;br /&gt;ni tu futuro es como tu lo estás pintando,&lt;br /&gt;¿es que no ves que en esta vida hay que soñar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me vendrás con respuestas que no valen&lt;br /&gt;más que para perder el tiempo y la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;y hacen que todo cueste más de lo que vale&lt;br /&gt;asi que ven que el precio te lo digo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no de malos que complican, que mienten&lt;br /&gt;que no te explican, que no te entienden&lt;br /&gt;y que nunca tienen nada que contarte.&lt;br /&gt;Ni una sonrisa, ni un final con te quiero&lt;br /&gt;ni un te esperaré siempre, ni un seré sincero&lt;br /&gt;ni una sola palabra que no lleve mentira&lt;br /&gt;o que te llene de vida asi que....&lt;br /&gt;ven que te hablaré...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-8089919493561019865?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8089919493561019865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8089919493561019865' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8089919493561019865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8089919493561019865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurbildu.html' title='Hurbildu...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SZvyAMSTsKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ee3oiDt3U_g/s72-c/viol%C3%ADn+nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5479904630895366595</id><published>2009-02-10T00:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:04:14.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrategia eta taktika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi táctica es  mirarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aprender como eres, quererte como eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es  hablarte  y escucharte,&lt;br /&gt;construir con palabras un puente indestructible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es quedarme en tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;no sé cómo, ni sé con qué pretexto,&lt;br /&gt;pero quedarme en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi táctica es ser sincera&lt;br /&gt;y saber que eres sincero/a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SZDEP2eT6CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RjjH4kL2z2Y/s1600-h/pensativa.1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SZDEP2eT6CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RjjH4kL2z2Y/s400/pensativa.1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300952538014804002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que no nos vendamos mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;para que entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;no haya telón  ni abismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi estrategia es  en cambio&lt;br /&gt;más profunda y más  simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi estrategia es  que un día cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;no sé cómo, ni sé con qué pretexto,&lt;br /&gt;por fin me necesites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PD: Algunos/as,&lt;br /&gt;lo habeis conseguido&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/7273907194676965506-5479904630895366595?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5479904630895366595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5479904630895366595' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5479904630895366595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5479904630895366595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/02/estrategia-eta-taktika.html' title='Estrategia eta taktika'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SZDEP2eT6CI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RjjH4kL2z2Y/s72-c/pensativa.1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2497825994982479255</id><published>2009-02-06T11:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:01:37.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aldaketak...</title><content type='html'>Mucho tiempo sin actualizar por estos lados, he estado distraida con otras cosas, pero ya vengo con material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez, toca hablar de cambios. Creo que se avecina otro en mi vida. Uno de esos que en principio cuesta mucho aceptar, que no se quiere afrontar, que se es reacio a vivir... Esto es lo que diría hace un tiempo cuando aún me sentía viva en él, sin embargo ahora, no se muy bien por qué, preveo que será más fácil de lo que parece, más fácil de afrontar gracias a las vivencias de este último tiempo. ¿Qué me está pasando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás sea ago de agradecer ya que puede que mi tiempo allí haya acabado, no se si algún día lo podré saber con certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, algo está a punto de finalizar y otro algo empieza, con fuerza, con ilusión, con apoyo... con VIDA! Esperemos que así dure por mucho tiempo y por ahora va en ese camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SYwYMdmvPtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/25Jw_LBFxh0/s1600-h/arena-playa-huellas-2-257-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SYwYMdmvPtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/25Jw_LBFxh0/s320/arena-playa-huellas-2-257-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299637463892836050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me quedo por lo tanto, con los tiempos que se avecinan y no con los que se quedan, porque además, pensándolo bien, poco queda de aquello. Siempre me quedarán los recuerdos y la sensación de haber dejado huella. De haber dejado huella junto con otras personas que acompañan en el camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ondo izan!&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/7273907194676965506-2497825994982479255?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2497825994982479255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2497825994982479255' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2497825994982479255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2497825994982479255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/02/aldaketak.html' title='Aldaketak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SYwYMdmvPtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/25Jw_LBFxh0/s72-c/arena-playa-huellas-2-257-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4993217451030952191</id><published>2009-01-26T20:17:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:09:40.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Surrealista pero bonito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista&lt;br /&gt;si fuera especial, si fuera de revista&lt;br /&gt;tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón&lt;br /&gt;y preguntarte quién eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas&lt;br /&gt;que llevo por ti mi falda más bonita.&lt;br /&gt;y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal&lt;br /&gt;se inundan mis pupilas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SX4QcKfDyaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9Ie89Q0y9IU/s1600-h/6a00d8341c6a0a53ef00e5518d3daa8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SX4QcKfDyaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9Ie89Q0y9IU/s200/6a00d8341c6a0a53ef00e5518d3daa8834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295688287871289762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer&lt;br /&gt;de estación a estación enfrente tú y yo va y viene el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras&lt;br /&gt;yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista&lt;br /&gt;apenas respiro me hago pequeñita&lt;br /&gt;y me pongo a temblar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios&lt;br /&gt;pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando.&lt;br /&gt;supongo que piensas que chica más tonta&lt;br /&gt;y me quiero morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos.&lt;br /&gt;cada mañana rechazo el directo&lt;br /&gt;y elijo este tren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SX4SB7vdC0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JvYwmtAxGkM/s1600-h/1201188637_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SX4SB7vdC0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JvYwmtAxGkM/s200/1201188637_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295690036260178754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel que apaga la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios. Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo el último soplo de mi corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4993217451030952191?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4993217451030952191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4993217451030952191' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4993217451030952191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4993217451030952191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/surrealista-pero-bonito.html' title='&quot;Surrealista pero bonito&quot;'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SX4QcKfDyaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9Ie89Q0y9IU/s72-c/6a00d8341c6a0a53ef00e5518d3daa8834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-952812249802003939</id><published>2009-01-25T00:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:00:24.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>=o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SXusESmskyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1J3tUfhXlcE/s1600-h/mg33366by3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SXusESmskyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1J3tUfhXlcE/s320/mg33366by3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295014976617747234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ZORIONAK &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zuri,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZORIONAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;beti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SXurZtVp99I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Oo5s41G4g6Q/s1600-h/muxu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SXurZtVp99I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Oo5s41G4g6Q/s320/muxu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295014245059655634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argazkiek bere kabuz&lt;br /&gt;hitz egiten dute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondo pasa,&lt;br /&gt;disfrutatu&lt;br /&gt;eta gero arte.&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/7273907194676965506-952812249802003939?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/952812249802003939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=952812249802003939' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/952812249802003939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/952812249802003939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/o.html' title='=o)'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SXusESmskyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1J3tUfhXlcE/s72-c/mg33366by3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1692821638345614593</id><published>2009-01-15T11:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:59:00.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Danborrak entzuten dira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lau egun bakarrik banatzen gaituzte Donostian ospatzen den egunik garrantzitsuenari ongi etorria emateko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SW8RZeDCynI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XgJy4maZlgg/s1600-h/2205594723_ce90e14294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SW8RZeDCynI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XgJy4maZlgg/s400/2205594723_ce90e14294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291467216443853426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dagoeneko, hiriko kaleak danborren eta barrilen hotsez beteta daude egun berezi horretarako prestatuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Primero la Izada de la bandera a manos de la tamborrada de Gaztelubide y algunos representantes de otras tamborradas.&lt;br /&gt;- Después, las primeras tamborradas irán ambientando las calles de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;- A la mañana, los más pequeños demostrarán que los ensayos que empezaron allá por noviembre del año pasado, han servido para algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SW8UeCYQ6MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HdqGstrCNkY/s1600-h/tamborrada1-048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SW8UeCYQ6MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HdqGstrCNkY/s400/tamborrada1-048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291470593450895554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Durante toda la tarde otras tamborradas seguirán ambientando las calles de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;- Y por último, pero no menos importante, la Arriada de la bandera a manos de la tamborrada de Unión Artesana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 horas muy intensas que yo personalmente así las viviré empezando ya desde el mismo viernes. Un día en el que terminas reventado, pero merece la pena y mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kontatuko dizuet esperientzia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ondo pasa&lt;br /&gt;eta hurrenarte.&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/7273907194676965506-1692821638345614593?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1692821638345614593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1692821638345614593' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1692821638345614593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1692821638345614593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/danborrak-entzuten-dira.html' title='Danborrak entzuten dira...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SW8RZeDCynI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XgJy4maZlgg/s72-c/2205594723_ce90e14294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6849340100721213057</id><published>2009-01-09T15:53:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:48:25.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriskatzen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a parecer un tonto.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a parecer un sentimental.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SWdwxYjqSgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wq7jlIEx_24/s1600-h/20070104005304-volar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SWdwxYjqSgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wq7jlIEx_24/s320/20070104005304-volar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289320281077860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hacer algo por alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a involucrarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tener una relación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a comprometerse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lanzarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a fallar.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expresar sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a mostrar tu verdadero yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exponer tus ideas y sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a perderlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a no ser correspondido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, es arriesgarse a la desesperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero los riesgos deber ser tomados, porque el peligro mas grande en la vida es no arriesgarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La persona que no arriesga, puede evitar sufrimientos y preocupaciones, pero simplemente no  puede aprender, sentir, cambiar, crecer, amar, vivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PD: Así nos va... jijiji :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7273907194676965506-6849340100721213057?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6849340100721213057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6849340100721213057' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6849340100721213057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6849340100721213057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/arriskatzen.html' title='Arriskatzen...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SWdwxYjqSgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wq7jlIEx_24/s72-c/20070104005304-volar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-160370092553294350</id><published>2009-01-03T14:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:35:07.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...denbora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urte zaharra amaitu eta berria hasten denean, izandako esperientzia eta bizipenei errepasoa egitera gonbidatzen dugu geure burua. Bizipen horiek oinarri bezela hartuta, hurrengo urteari beira hasten gara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se acaba el año y empieza el otro, solemos dar un repaso a las vivencias y experiencias del año. Teniendo como base todas esas experiencias, empezamos a pensar en el nuevo año...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFmPDXjgP40&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFmPDXjgP40&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿En qué tiempo estais ahora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ondo izan!!&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/7273907194676965506-160370092553294350?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/160370092553294350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=160370092553294350' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/160370092553294350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/160370092553294350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/denbora.html' title='...denbora...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4655762944993131732</id><published>2008-12-31T18:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:51:05.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...eta urte berri on!!</title><content type='html'>Pues eso, que a pasarlo bien, pero sin pasarse eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286010858529878194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SVuu3o2H8LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tHqTm-BofOs/s400/olentzero.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; Nos vemos el año que viene!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4655762944993131732?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4655762944993131732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4655762944993131732' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4655762944993131732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4655762944993131732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/eta-urte-berri-on.html' title='...eta urte berri on!!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SVuu3o2H8LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tHqTm-BofOs/s72-c/olentzero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3716950141036300091</id><published>2008-12-25T21:43:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:50:19.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eguberri on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lq6LANlxgow&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lq6LANlxgow&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;!!&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/7273907194676965506-3716950141036300091?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3716950141036300091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3716950141036300091' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3716950141036300091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3716950141036300091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/eguberri-on.html' title='Eguberri on!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4637619716931879067</id><published>2008-12-16T11:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:51:05.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia pixkat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;10 principios de la vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.- Si todavía no has encontrado a la persona ideal, diviértete con la que tengas a mano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2.- Si un día la vida te da la espalda, ¡tócale el culo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;3.- Los psiquiatras dicen que una de cada cuatro personas padece alguna deficiencia mental. Si estás con tres amigos y no notas nada raro, entonces… ¡El retrasado eres tú!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4.- Lo duro no es aguantar el peso de los cuernos...   ¡Es mantener a la vaca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;5.- Para lograr un objetivo es necesario soñar... No pierdas    más tiempo, mándalo todo a paseo y... ¡Vete a dormir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6.- Si un día la mujer o el hombre que amas te es infiel, y estás pensando tirarte por una ventana, recuerda… ¡Tú tienes cuernos, NO ALAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;7.-     La vida es como jugar al mus.   Si no tienes un buen compañero...   ¡Es mejor tener una buena mano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8.- Las mujeres "perdidas" son las más buscadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9.- Si un día sientes un gran vacio... ¡Come! ¡Es hambre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;10.- ¿Qué semejanza hay entre una mujer embarazada, una tarta quemada y una cerveza congelada? Que si la hubieses sacado antes...  ¡¡Jamás habría ocurrido!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PD: Un besote a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esos compis del finde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anda que no nos echamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;risas con esto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24;color:red;"    lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24;color:white;"    lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24;color:white;"    lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:23;color:white;"    lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:24;color:yellow;"    lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2"&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:20;color:white;"    lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4637619716931879067?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4637619716931879067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4637619716931879067' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4637619716931879067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4637619716931879067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/filosofia-pixkat.html' title='Filosofia pixkat...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2684231669062903051</id><published>2008-12-08T21:25:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:42.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adituak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ipuin ezaguna, nire blogean falta ez daitekeena, noiz behinka irakurri beharrekoa, gure &lt;em&gt;"adituei"&lt;/em&gt; eskertu beharrekoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-Vengo, maestro, porque me siento tan poca cosa que no tengo fuerzas para hacer nada. Me dicen que no sirvo, que no hago nada bien, que soy torpe, bastante tonto. ¿Cómo puedo mejorar? ¿Qué puedo hacer para que me valoren más? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;El maestro sin mirarlo le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;-Cuanto lo siento muchacho, no puedo ayudarte, debo resolver primero mi propio problema. Quizás después... – y haciendo una larga pausa agregó- si quisieras ayudarme tú a mí, yo podría resolver este tema con más rapidez y después tal vez te pueda ayudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-E...encantado, maestro –titubeó el joven, pero sintió que otra vez era desvalorizado y sus necesidades postergadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-Bien – asintió el maestro. Se quitó el anillo que llevaba en el dedo pequeño de la mano izquierda y dándoselo al muchacho agregó – toma el caballo que está allí afuera y cabalga hasta el mercado. Debo vender este anillo porque tengo que pagar una deuda. Es necesario que obtengas por él la mayor suma posible, pero no aceptes menos de una moneda de oro. Vete antes y regresa con esa moneda lo más rápido que puedas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;El joven tomó el anillo y partió.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas llegó, empezó a ofrecer el anillo a los mercaderes.&lt;br /&gt;Estos lo miraban con algún interés hasta que el joven decía lo que pretendía por el anillo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cuando el joven mencionaba la moneda de oro, algunos reían, otros le daban vuelta la cara y solo un viejito fue tan amable como para tomarse la molestia de explicarle que una moneda de oro era muy valiosa para entregarla a cambio de un anillo. En afán de ayudar, alguien le ofreció una moneda de plata y un cacharro de cobre, pero el joven tenía instrucciones de no aceptar menos de una moneda de oro y rechazó la oferta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Después de ofrecer su joya a toda persona que pasaba por el mercado – más de cien personas – y abatido por su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/ST2KKeLnweI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_4HKJz6tRuY/s1600-h/anillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277526250853220834" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/ST2KKeLnweI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_4HKJz6tRuY/s200/anillo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;fracaso, montó su caballo y regresó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cuánto hubiera deseado el joven tener él mismo esa moneda de oro! Podría entonces habérsela entregado al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;maestro para liberarlo de su preocupación y recibir entonces su consejo y ayuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Entró en la habitación.&lt;br /&gt;- Maestro –dijo– lo siento, no es posible conseguir lo que me pediste. Quizás pudiera conseguir dos o tres monedas de plata, pero no creo que yo pueda engañar a nadie respecto del verdadero valor del anillo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Qué importante lo que dijiste, joven amigo – contestó sonriente el maestro – debemos saber primero el verdadero valor del anillo. Vuelve a montar y vete al joyero. ¿Quién mejor que él para saberlo? Dile que quisieras vender el anillo y pregúntale cuanto te da por él. Pero no importa lo que ofrezca, no se lo vendas. Vuelve aquí con mi anillo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;El joven volvió a cabalgar.&lt;br /&gt;El joyero examinó el anillo a la luz del candil, lo miró con su lupa, lo pesó y luego dijo:&lt;br /&gt;- Dile al maestro muchacho, que si lo quiere vender ya, no puedo darle más de 58 monedas de oro por su anillo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- ¡¿¿58 monedas??! – exclamó el joven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-Sí – replicó el joyero – yo sé que con tiempo podríamos obtener por él cerca de 70 monedas, pero no sé... Si la venta es urgente... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;El joven corrió emocionado a casa del maestro a contarle lo sucedido.&lt;br /&gt;- Siéntate – dijo el maestro después de escucharlo - . Tú eres como este anillo: una joya valiosa y única. Y como tal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo puede evaluarte verdaderamente un experto&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Qué haces por la vida pretendiendo que cualquiera descubra tu verdadero valor?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2684231669062903051?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2684231669062903051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2684231669062903051' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2684231669062903051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2684231669062903051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/adituak.html' title='Adituak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/ST2KKeLnweI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_4HKJz6tRuY/s72-c/anillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5819525529804680988</id><published>2008-12-01T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:36:40.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..*..</title><content type='html'>Porque de vez en cuando no viene mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1-mjvGtM_4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1-mjvGtM_4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ondo izan eta laister arte!&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/7273907194676965506-5819525529804680988?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5819525529804680988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5819525529804680988' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5819525529804680988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5819525529804680988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='..*..'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6448034781574938937</id><published>2008-11-28T23:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:07:51.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Laberinto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gaurkoan abesti hau bakarrik; Ohikoa den bezala, bakoitzak interpreta dezala nahi duena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuqEoY0hZhY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TuqEoY0hZhY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ondo izan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6448034781574938937?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6448034781574938937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6448034781574938937' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6448034781574938937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6448034781574938937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/laberintoa.html' title='Laberinto...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7637835967368545933</id><published>2008-11-23T23:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:37:40.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Asteburuko programa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIERNES 21 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pregón&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afari herrikoia&lt;/span&gt;" en familia (como quién dice).&lt;br /&gt;- Campeonato mundial de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parchis&lt;/span&gt; (con problemas de matemáticas incluidas).&lt;br /&gt;- Borrachera de vueltas en &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Oca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aplastada de manos por medio del "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buitre&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;- Pruebas y "sincronización" de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Reloj&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Derby&lt;/span&gt; Real Sociedad - Atlhetic de Bilbao.&lt;br /&gt;- Degustación y muestra de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Billar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Retirada a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(AVISO: durante esta noche, se realizará permanentemente una sesión de fotos de los participantes en cada actividad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SÁBADO 22 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chupinazo&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Cena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juntitos-juntitos&lt;/span&gt; (como si fueramos amigos/as).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cánticos &lt;/span&gt;populares.&lt;br /&gt;- Momento "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helado&lt;/span&gt;" pasado por fuertes vendavales y lluvias.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chucherias &lt;/span&gt;(en bares): Sugus, piruleta... Alguna aspirina que otra para afrontar el mal tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;- Arrastre de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trapito enfermo&lt;/span&gt; a casa.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Encuentro familiar&lt;/span&gt; inesperado y agradable (con regalitos y todo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOMINGO 23 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El día&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dormir &lt;/span&gt;la mona.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despertador &lt;/span&gt;a modo de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teléfono &lt;/span&gt;de casa sin parar de sonar.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visita &lt;/span&gt;familiar.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comilona &lt;/span&gt;familiar (pa una vez que pilla en domingo, habrá que darles el gustazo).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intento de estudio - Salvación de sms&lt;/span&gt; (una nueva práctica de fácil e interesante explicación).&lt;br /&gt;- Visita a: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La base&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rezos &lt;/span&gt;varios.&lt;br /&gt;- Servicio de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taxi Pilila&lt;/span&gt;" (para + info, preguntad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SSnaENvqZqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7UPX7mWOhHs/s1600-h/dospatitosshotbymeflickzb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SSnaENvqZqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7UPX7mWOhHs/s320/dospatitosshotbymeflickzb4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271984604757780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mila esker hurbil egon zaretenoi (vosotros entendereis a la perfecciíón lo que he escrito arriba) eta fisikoki egon ez zareten, baina nere gogoan egon zareten guztioi, ere bai. Beste urtetxo bat!!&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/7273907194676965506-7637835967368545933?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7637835967368545933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7637835967368545933' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7637835967368545933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7637835967368545933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/asteburuko-programa.html' title='Asteburuko programa...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SSnaENvqZqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7UPX7mWOhHs/s72-c/dospatitosshotbymeflickzb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8646006363092875676</id><published>2008-11-17T19:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:49:56.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Azkenean...</title><content type='html'>Abesti honek bere kabuz hitz egiten du...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;El mismo camino que nos ha visto crecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; el mismo camino que nos une y nos separa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; el mismo que un dia,sueño y vuelvo a recorrer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; el mismo y los mismos,no quiero que cambie nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Las mismas palabras que me unieron a ti ayer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; las mismas palabras que nos juntaran mañana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; los mismos sentidos que ahora vuelven a encender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; aquellos recuerdos que ahora me atan a tu espalda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; La vida no es igual sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; sin ti la vida ya no es nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; De que me serviria vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;si al final no os encontrara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SSHnoiswFKI/AAAAAAAAAII/gNOl5Skkt0w/s1600-h/abrazo_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SSHnoiswFKI/AAAAAAAAAII/gNOl5Skkt0w/s320/abrazo_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269747722695480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Nos prometimos junto al mar nunca cambiar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  y aquellas olas, hoy ahogaro las palabras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; ahora que todo vuelve al fin a su lugar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; desde esta playa, ganaremos mil batallas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; desde hoy y por siempre, mis amigos sois el fuerte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; tu el alma, de mi suerte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; La vida no fue igual sin ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; contigo aquí no estare sola, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; ya se de que sirvio vivir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; si al final os tengo a mi lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-8646006363092875676?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8646006363092875676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8646006363092875676' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8646006363092875676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8646006363092875676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/azkenean.html' title='Azkenean...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SSHnoiswFKI/AAAAAAAAAII/gNOl5Skkt0w/s72-c/abrazo_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2691886381905857289</id><published>2008-11-15T11:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:52:50.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inork ez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abesti hau, ezin zitekeen nire blogean falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;and my heart is hurting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;you will always be around&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;yes, I know, for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;You and me together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;throungh the days and nights&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I don´t worry cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;everything´s gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;People keep talking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;they can say what they like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;but all I know is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;everything´s gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SR6psqO3JEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/53ShvyDrXyk/s1600-h/beso+ni%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SR6psqO3JEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/53ShvyDrXyk/s320/beso+ni%C3%B1os.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268835198786020418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;No one, no one, no one...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Can get in the way of what I´m feeling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;No one, no one, no one...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Can get in the way of what i fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I know, some people search the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;to find something like what we have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I know, people will try, try to divide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;something so real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;so till the end of time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I´m telling you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No one, no one, no one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2691886381905857289?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2691886381905857289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2691886381905857289' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2691886381905857289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2691886381905857289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/inork-ez.html' title='Inork ez...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SR6psqO3JEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/53ShvyDrXyk/s72-c/beso+ni%C3%B1os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2701013324637518262</id><published>2008-11-10T22:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:18:12.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mila esker!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5tHBbKQWdw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5tHBbKQWdw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRikLEccJmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6ztRRb57cQ4/s1600-h/Campa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRikLEccJmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6ztRRb57cQ4/s200/Campa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267140274288338530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En mi caso creo que Peter Pan sigue muy cerca de mi... quizás demasiado para algunos, pero es cierto que año tras año me voy haciendo más mayor. Desde luego no se si mi Peter desaparecerá pero mi puntillo de Campanilla, no creo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abesti hau norengatik jarri dudan pertsona horrek badaki. Mila abesti jar nitzake, baina beno gaurko momentutxoa hauxe izan da, beraz, gaur behintzat, hau tokatzen da. Beste batean ikusiko da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zer esan gaurkoa ikusi  eta gero... Eskerrik asko sorpresatxoarengatik, pila-pila-pila gustatu zait ta sentitzen dut asmatu izana. Dena den, kriston ilusioa in nau ikustean eh! Benetan esaten dizut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea nik ere ikasten dudan. (jejeje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Muxu eta besarkada bat!!&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/7273907194676965506-2701013324637518262?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2701013324637518262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2701013324637518262' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2701013324637518262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2701013324637518262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/en-mi-caso-creo-que-peter-pan-sigue-muy.html' title='Mila esker!!!!!'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRikLEccJmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6ztRRb57cQ4/s72-c/Campa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4939808046143085530</id><published>2008-11-07T22:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:57:59.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinistu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dices que así no estás bien&lt;br /&gt;pero no cambias nada.&lt;br /&gt;Dices que puedes hacer&lt;br /&gt;pero ni empiezas ni acabas, no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luchas contigo esta vez,&lt;br /&gt;no puedes salir corriendo;&lt;br /&gt;es tan fuerte tu tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;que fuera ves mojado el suelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no recuerdas que tus botas&lt;br /&gt;nunca te fallaron;&lt;br /&gt;que pisaste mil tormentas&lt;br /&gt;y siempre te has salvado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tuviste que andar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo creer en tus pasos.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú quien sabe más,&lt;br /&gt;eres quien saldrá ganando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRS5k6BM7iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w6shZJ6b0WE/s1600-h/fuerza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRS5k6BM7iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w6shZJ6b0WE/s320/fuerza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266037908003679778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¿Qué día no salió el sol&lt;br /&gt;qué día no despertaste?&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda cuando creíste perderte&lt;br /&gt;y te encontraste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan fácil como que vives,&lt;br /&gt;que sueñas, que sabes.&lt;br /&gt;Tan tuyo que si tú entras&lt;br /&gt;tú también sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tanta fuerza&lt;br /&gt;que debes romper el silencio que abrazas.&lt;br /&gt;Silencio de miedos, silencio de planes,&lt;br /&gt;que son posibles, que tienen llave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dejas atrás la pregunta&lt;br /&gt;de cómo saldrán.&lt;br /&gt;Silencio y respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;elige el que sea,&lt;br /&gt;la que te hace bien,&lt;br /&gt;la que no duela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verás cómo se abre una puerta&lt;br /&gt;sólo tienes que entrar...... entra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7273907194676965506-4939808046143085530?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4939808046143085530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4939808046143085530' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4939808046143085530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4939808046143085530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/sinistu.html' title='Sinistu...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRS5k6BM7iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/w6shZJ6b0WE/s72-c/fuerza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-867292051031180968</id><published>2008-11-04T23:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:03:31.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuenta atrás</title><content type='html'>Y por fin llegó NOVIEMBRE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...y con él comienza la cuenta atrás para un día para mi especial. Curiosamente, ningún año,  empiezo yo con esa cuenta, sino que son personas cernas a mi las que me lo van recordando día a día. Esto me hace pensar que alguna sorpresilla que otra me llevaré seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRDTarRaItI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-heAR6hZ1H8/s1600-h/bebaSorprendida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRDTarRaItI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-heAR6hZ1H8/s320/bebaSorprendida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264940419641909970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bueno, siempre me suelen sorprender en los días señalados. El hecho de que estas personas me lo vayan recordando, hace que me entren más ganas de que llegue ese día y sobre todo de poder compartirlos con ellas. Además, no os voy a mentir, en cierto modo, me hacen sentir especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mila esker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AVISO&lt;/span&gt;: cuidado con las&lt;br /&gt;sorpresas de vuelta;&lt;br /&gt;sabeis que a mi también&lt;br /&gt;me encata sorprender...&lt;br /&gt;(ahí lo dejo)&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/7273907194676965506-867292051031180968?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/867292051031180968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=867292051031180968' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/867292051031180968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/867292051031180968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/cuenta-atrs.html' title='Cuenta atrás'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SRDTarRaItI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-heAR6hZ1H8/s72-c/bebaSorprendida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4965877782879772842</id><published>2008-10-31T22:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:22:12.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gogoan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zerua bezain argiak dira zure begiak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;izarren begiradan dirdir zure irria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zeure baitan bila zazu nahirik sakonena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ta euria ari du,  ari du,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ta estalperik ez dut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Han nago, zuri so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;han nago, zugan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zugan gau ilunpean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zugan, zuri so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zure soinaren bila dabil nire oina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zure sena ikutu nahi dut arnasaren grinan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ikusi nahi zinduket bizi pozen lorian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;senti nahi zaitut zeu zaren egian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Han nago, zuri so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;han nago, zugan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zugan zeure gogoan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zugan, zuri so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SQt8GmP0M0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eDTJtluZ-Sc/s1600-h/mirada-cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SQt8GmP0M0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eDTJtluZ-Sc/s320/mirada-cielo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263437042300498754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Izarrak ari dira, ari dira geuri begiratzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Izarrak ari dira, ari dira geuri begiratzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zure begien dirdirak hain dira nireak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zure begien dirdirak neuretzat eginak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bideari daragoiot ta ilusioa berpizten jat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eguzki izpi ederrak dakarzta haizeak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bizi gogoa emon daust, laztantzera jatort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;neuri so, neuri so, maite nauela dinost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Han nago, zuri so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;han nago, zugan, zugan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;egunsentian, zugan, zuri so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Izarrak ari dira, ari dira geuri begiratzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Izarrak ari dira, ari dira, geuri begiratzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Zure begien dirdirak hain dira nierak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;zure begien dirdirak neuretzat eginak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Beti gogoan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Muxu bat&lt;/span&gt;&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/7273907194676965506-4965877782879772842?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4965877782879772842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4965877782879772842' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4965877782879772842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4965877782879772842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/08/zuri-so.html' title='Gogoan...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SQt8GmP0M0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eDTJtluZ-Sc/s72-c/mirada-cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3020410855913289522</id><published>2008-10-25T16:20:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:37:08.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze polita izango litzateke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Intentaré a partir de ahora llevar algo de esto en la ambulancia, si os quereis acercar... Para los que estais cerca, procuro llevarlo siempre por seacaso por si os hace falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Seria  bonito poder inventar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; un jarabe para la tristeza.... Para podertelo dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; una vitamina quitapenas ...... Para poder regalar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; un remedio para cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; duela......  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Un apaño, un remiendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; una cura de sueño&lt;br /&gt;Una dosis de esperanza, un tratamiento de viento, si quieres volar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para    festejar la primavera.... Un comprimido de amor&lt;br /&gt;Pa' sentir calor y dar candela.... Dos infusiones de sol&lt;br /&gt;Pa' las cosas malas hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;erbabuena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Un apaño, un remiendo, una cura de sueño&lt;br /&gt;Una dosis de felicidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vive    la felicidad............. Agitese antes de usar&lt;br /&gt;Vive la felicidad............. Se puede consumir sin consultar&lt;br /&gt;Vive la felicidad............. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o tiene caducidad&lt;br /&gt;Vive la felicidad............. Siente la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marca    el corazon y el calendario.... No se te vaya a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Para que te tomes a diario.... Jugo de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;No produce efectos secundarios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SQMuPDYmZzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IYy07SSzriQ/s1600-h/sonrisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SQMuPDYmZzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IYy07SSzriQ/s320/sonrisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261099625840273202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que    bonito seria y lo bien que vendria&lt;br /&gt;Una dosis concentrada de alegria.... Seria bonito intentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inyectar    lo bueno de la vida....... Para podertelo dar&lt;br /&gt;Una pocima pa' las heridas......para poder regalar&lt;br /&gt;Y un parche amor por si suspiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que    bonito seria y lo bien que vendria una dosis de felicidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se    una receta para la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Dos cucharadas de alegria para cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Unas gotitas de cariño al despertar&lt;br /&gt;Mantengase al alcance de quien lo quiera probar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... Agitese antes de usar ...&lt;br /&gt;... Se puede consumir sin consultar.&lt;br /&gt;... No tiene caducidad...&lt;br /&gt;... Siente la felicidad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-3020410855913289522?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3020410855913289522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3020410855913289522' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3020410855913289522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3020410855913289522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/10/ze-polita-izango-litzateke.html' title='Ze polita izango litzateke...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SQMuPDYmZzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IYy07SSzriQ/s72-c/sonrisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8507942827034882856</id><published>2008-10-18T01:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T01:11:27.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasiera...</title><content type='html'>Hasiera ezinhobea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EnEGR7cADdw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EnEGR7cADdw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bai!! hasi naiz jada, egin dut lehenengo zerbitzua. Lehenengo pausua emanda dago, hemendik aurrera poliki-poliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Muxu bat!!&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/7273907194676965506-8507942827034882856?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8507942827034882856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8507942827034882856' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8507942827034882856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8507942827034882856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/10/hasiera.html' title='Hasiera...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-5622556204981255459</id><published>2008-10-15T22:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:32:14.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emaitzak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Empezó desde muy pequeño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t5O0Rq8j4w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t5O0Rq8j4w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;...sus métodos dieron y dan que hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iCeEhmx-g4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iCeEhmx-g4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;... y he aquí los resultados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYphGFqNqKQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYphGFqNqKQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/efj-UZrtGx4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/efj-UZrtGx4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bq0mBEiULwM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bq0mBEiULwM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcntO76qouo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcntO76qouo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;...en definitiva, un profesor sin gual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bideo geihado jar nitzake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;baina ez ditut soilik bereak aurkitzen...&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/7273907194676965506-5622556204981255459?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5622556204981255459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=5622556204981255459' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5622556204981255459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/5622556204981255459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/10/emaitzak.html' title='Emaitzak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6004023469871029170</id><published>2008-10-14T11:29:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:58:02.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Horregatik...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque ayer las cosas no terminaron bien; porque quise huir; porque quise llorar; porque dolió; porque el cansancio se acumula; porque las cosas no van bien a la primera; porque no se por qué, esta canción me ayudó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;...Por eso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque a veces se cruzan dos ríos, en las noches de diciembre.&lt;br /&gt;Porque no sé de donde has salido... toda una vida sin verte,&lt;br /&gt;Pide cena para dos&lt;br /&gt;Fui a donde se envían los desvíos, decidido a probar suerte&lt;br /&gt;Porque cuando se juntan dos ríos se hace fuerte la corriente&lt;br /&gt;Te vas, hasta luego y yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivo y por eso me tum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bo en las piedras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mirándote hasta el mediodía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me acompañas no tengo,&lt;br /&gt;por eso ni hambre ni frío, ni miedo ni sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo y por eso tumbada en la hierva&lt;br /&gt;mirándome hasta el mediodía&lt;br /&gt;No tengas si estoy contigo,&lt;br /&gt;ni hambre ni frío, ni miedo ni sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantamelade que el camino pasa por Torre;&lt;br /&gt;La de que en el salón había velas para ver;&lt;br /&gt;Kantamela del ira, kantamelade tal vez;&lt;br /&gt;Kantamelade pasión, que estuve bailando ayer&lt;br /&gt;yendo hacia tu habitación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SPRsYqiqeQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dP6j9OfmdsY/s1600-h/complicidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SPRsYqiqeQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dP6j9OfmdsY/s320/complicidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256945836040550658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivo y por eso me tumbo en las piedras&lt;br /&gt;mirándote hasta el mediodía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si me acompañas no tengo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;por eso ni hambre ni frío, ni miedo ni sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo y por eso tumbada en la hierva&lt;br /&gt;mirándome hasta el mediodía&lt;br /&gt;No tengas si estoy contigo&lt;br /&gt;ni hambre ni frío, ni miedo ni sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantamelade que el camino pasó por Londres&lt;br /&gt;Kanta la del pescador Galileo Galilei&lt;br /&gt;Kanta la de las minas duermo viendo la nieve&lt;br /&gt;Kantamelade pasión, que estuve bailando ayer&lt;br /&gt;debajo del edredón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a veces se juntan dos ríos en las noches de diciembre&lt;br /&gt;Porque no sé de donde has salido, toda una vida sin verte&lt;br /&gt;Kantala que sigan los desvíos, kantala que traiga suerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ven que cuando se juntan dos ríos,&lt;br /&gt;se hace fuerte la corriente.&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/7273907194676965506-6004023469871029170?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6004023469871029170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6004023469871029170' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6004023469871029170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6004023469871029170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/10/horregatik.html' title='Horregatik...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SPRsYqiqeQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dP6j9OfmdsY/s72-c/complicidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-531840182986289201</id><published>2008-10-06T21:46:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:39:32.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Azkenaldiko sentsazioak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azkenaldian sentitzen bizi eta ditudan bizipenak, abesti honetan pentsatzera naramate. Momentos buenos, tranquilos, de calma, alegría, servicio, entrega...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ojala pudiera mantener esta canción para siempre... jeje.&lt;br /&gt;Mila esker abesti honetan pentsatzera naramazuen guztioi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Después de mil y pico noches&lt;br /&gt;sin nada que perder,&lt;br /&gt;de estrellas escondidas al anochecer&lt;br /&gt;me duermo en los colores que me han visto crecer&lt;br /&gt;y siento que mi alma empieza a amanecer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Abro las cortinas, es un nuevo día&lt;br /&gt;y me siento bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como si todo empezara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me siento bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Es que estoy de puta madre,&lt;br /&gt;soy una mujer feliz&lt;br /&gt;ahora creo que sé por donde quiero huir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El camino más corto&lt;br /&gt;el secreto de vivir&lt;br /&gt;ahora lo comprendo todo&lt;br /&gt;ahora sé que si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SOpvmpkCDPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/C0T7nQS7t_E/s1600-h/musicandlyrics_wallpaper_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SOpvmpkCDPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/C0T7nQS7t_E/s320/musicandlyrics_wallpaper_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254134625063800050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Es un nuevo día&lt;br /&gt;que me da la vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Me siento bien!&lt;br /&gt;Como si todo empezara otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Me siento bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como un despertar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; una luz especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es como&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; un sueño pero real&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;me siento bien,&lt;br /&gt;fenomenal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Hoy siento que algo me hace flotar;&lt;br /&gt;como&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; un milagro pero &lt;/span&gt;de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; verdad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Abro las cortinas, es un nuevo día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigue mi vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobre la foto...&lt;br /&gt;Más en poximas entradas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-531840182986289201?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/531840182986289201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=531840182986289201' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/531840182986289201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/531840182986289201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/10/akenaldiko-sentsazioak.html' title='Azkenaldiko sentsazioak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SOpvmpkCDPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/C0T7nQS7t_E/s72-c/musicandlyrics_wallpaper_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6601913782200456499</id><published>2008-09-29T23:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:04:39.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...complicidad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vuelve a aparecer este sentimiento como anuncié en anteriores entradas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SOFQD9YcbxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L-mMsQMN0IE/s1600-h/desirebypardonmyfatevl0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SOFQD9YcbxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L-mMsQMN0IE/s400/desirebypardonmyfatevl0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566669437628178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...eta berriz ere itzuliko da.&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/7273907194676965506-6601913782200456499?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6601913782200456499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6601913782200456499' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6601913782200456499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6601913782200456499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/complicidad.html' title='...complicidad...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SOFQD9YcbxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L-mMsQMN0IE/s72-c/desirebypardonmyfatevl0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1007533130643714950</id><published>2008-09-26T16:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:41:41.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Humore pixka bat...</title><content type='html'>Una de las actuaciones que más me ha hecho reir en TSQV.&lt;br /&gt;Qué diferencia con algo de interpretación....&lt;br /&gt;Donde haya un buen profesor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayiYQV_Ladc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayiYQV_Ladc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ey0szoQkHMc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ey0szoQkHMc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dejo el antes y el después.&lt;br /&gt;Zuen gustoko izatea espero dut, noizbehinka tartekatuko ditut horrelako bideoak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PD: propongo para hacerlo en campas de este año, sabeis cuál sería mi papel verdad??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1007533130643714950?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1007533130643714950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1007533130643714950' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1007533130643714950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1007533130643714950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/humore-pixka-bat.html' title='Humore pixka bat...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1168420879460353471</id><published>2008-09-21T09:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:21:36.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Denetan maitatu eta zerbitzatu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOMAD, SEÑOR, Y RECIBID&lt;br /&gt;TODA MI LIBERTAD,&lt;br /&gt;MI MEMORIA,&lt;br /&gt;MI ENTENDIMIENTO,&lt;br /&gt;Y TODA MI VOLUNTAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mi haber y mi poseer.&lt;br /&gt;Vos me disteis,&lt;br /&gt;a Vos, Señor, lo torno.&lt;br /&gt;Todo es Vuestro,&lt;br /&gt;disponed a Vuestra Voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadme Vuestro Amor y Gracia,&lt;br /&gt;dadme Vuestro Amor y Gracia,&lt;br /&gt;que esta me basta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248371257248349874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SNX12fWofrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rfSvJd-aB0I/s320/alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo mi punto de vista, una declaración en toda regla.&lt;br /&gt;Zorionak zazpioi.&lt;br /&gt;Zorte on eta hurrenarte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Besarkada bana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1168420879460353471?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1168420879460353471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1168420879460353471' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1168420879460353471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1168420879460353471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/denetan-maitatu-eta-zerbitzatu.html' title='Denetan maitatu eta zerbitzatu...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SNX12fWofrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rfSvJd-aB0I/s72-c/alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-7722237518070875021</id><published>2008-09-16T16:39:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:57:35.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perfekzioa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pixkat luzea, baina pena merezi du...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Un día un joven se situó en el centro de un poblado y proclamó que él poseía el corazón más hermoso de toda la comarca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Una gran multitud se congregó a su alrededor y todos admiraron y confirmaron que su corazón era perfecto, pues no se observaban en él ni máculas ni rasguños. Sí, coincidieron todos que era el corazón más hermoso que hubieran visto. Al verse admirado, el joven se sintió más orgulloso aún, y con mayor fervor aseguró poseer el corazón más hermoso de todo el vasto lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;De pronto, un anciano se acercó y dijo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- ¿Por qué dices eso, si tu corazón no es ni tan aproximadamente tan hermoso como el mío?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sorprendidos, la multitud y el joven miraron el corazón del viejo y vieron que, si bien latía vigorosamente, estaba cubierto de cicatrices y hasta había zonas donde faltaban trozos y éstos habían sido reemplazados por otros que no encajaban perfectamente en el lugar, pues se veían bordes irregulares en su alrededor. Es más; había lugares con huecos, donde faltaban trozos profundos. La mirada de la gente se sobrecogió - ¿Cómo puede él decir que su corazón es más hermoso?, pensaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El joven contempló el corazón del anciano y, al ver su estado desgarbado, se echó a reír. Debes estar bromeando - dijo. Compara tu corazón con el mío... El mío es perfecto. En cambio el tuyo es un conjunto de cicatrices y dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Es cierto, dijo el anciano, tu corazón luce perfecto, pero yo jamás me involucraría contigo... Mira,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cada cicatriz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;representa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;una persona a la cual entregué todo mi amor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Arranqué trozos de mi corazón para entregárselos a cada uno de aquellos que he amado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Muchos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, a su vez,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me han obsequiado un trozo del suyo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que he colocado en el lugar que quedó abierto. Como las piezas no eran iguales, quedaron los bordes por los cuales me alegro, porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;al poseerlos me recuerdan el amor que hemos compartido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hubo oportunidades en las cuales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;entregué un trozo de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a alguien,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;pero esa persona no me ofreció&lt;/span&gt; u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;n poco del suyo a cambio. De ahí quedaron los huecos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dar amor es arriesgar, pero a pesar del dolor que esas heridas me producen al haber quedado abiertas, me recuerdan que los sigo amando y alimentan la esperanza que, algún día, tal vez regresen y llenen el vacío que han dejado en mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  ¿Comprendes ahora lo que es verdaderamente hermoso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;El joven permaneció en silencio. Lágrimas corrían por sus mejillas. Se acercó al anciano, arrancó un trozo de su hermoso y joven corazón y se lo ofreció. El anciano lo recibió y lo colocó en su corazón; luego, a su vez, arrancó un trozo del suyo, ya viejo y maltrecho, y con él tapó la herida abierta del joven. La pieza se amoldó, pero no a la perfección. Al no haber sido idénticos los trozos, se notaban los bordes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SM_GVUsUvlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nWLePBBXb_8/s1600-h/corazon_roto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SM_GVUsUvlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nWLePBBXb_8/s320/corazon_roto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246630160544087634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;El joven miró su corazón que ya no era perfecto, pero lucía mucho más hermoso que antes, porque el amor del anciano fluía en su interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-7722237518070875021?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7722237518070875021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=7722237518070875021' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7722237518070875021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/7722237518070875021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfekzioa.html' title='&quot;Perfekzioa&quot;'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SM_GVUsUvlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nWLePBBXb_8/s72-c/corazon_roto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-651644137804403145</id><published>2008-09-09T15:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:40:19.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Proiektu berriak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uda honetan gauza asko pasa dira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martxoan, sorosle eta lehen sorospen ikastaroa egin nuen beste bi pertsonekin. Ikastaro hori begirale izanik, haurrekin egoteko eta zeozer jakiteko erabilgarria izango zen guretzat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gero denbora tarte bat pasata, zentralera joatea erabaki genuen beste lagun batek eta nik DYA zer zen eta nola funtzionatzen zuen ikusi ahal izateko. Elkarrizketa horretan kasualitatez, nere curriculuma eskatu zidaten badaezpada ere, baina gehiegi espero gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitartean, nerekin zetorrenak boluntario bezela sartzeko pausoak ematen jarraitzen zuen. Ni bestalde, oraindik beste lanarekin egonik, pixka bat itxoitea erabaki nuen neure burua orekatu arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestalde, aisialdi taldeko kanpamenduak zetozen eta hor ere, lana bagenuen. Bapatean, ya oso gutxi esperota eta kanpamendua hasteko aste bat falta zelarik dei bat jaso nuen. Lan egiteko deia, aste batez lan egitekoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denbora pasa ahala, aste hori hilabete bilakatu zen, hilabete hori hilabete eta erdi, hilabete eta erdi hori... lau hilabetera iritsi arte (oraingoz). Ta hementxe nabil, kasualitatez eta kurtso horri esker DYAri lotuta. Boluntaria bezela sartzeko ere pausuak eman ditut,  gainera badakit irakasle eta erreferentzia bikaina izango dudala (jeje).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SMZ75hwOgVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P9NfRIjF34k/s1600-h/Logo+DYA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SMZ75hwOgVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P9NfRIjF34k/s320/Logo+DYA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244015044362928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orain itxoiten nago, gogo askorekin, ilusio handiarekin... motibatuta eta ikasteko gogoekin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zer izango da neure buruaz bi hilabete barru?? (hagan sus apuestas señoras y señores!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ondo izan&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/7273907194676965506-651644137804403145?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/651644137804403145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=651644137804403145' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/651644137804403145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/651644137804403145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/proiektu-berriak.html' title='Proiektu berriak'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SMZ75hwOgVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P9NfRIjF34k/s72-c/Logo+DYA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-8682767901669381091</id><published>2008-09-06T00:02:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:51:01.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bueltan...</title><content type='html'>Iepa! Hemen naiz berriz ere energiaz beteta eta pozik. Triste oportxoak amaitu direlako, pozik gehiago egoteko aukera izango dudalako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaurkoan bidaian aldi dexentetan entzundako abesti bat ipiniko dut. Asko jar nitzake baina azkenean hau jartzea erabaki dut. Aldi berean, hor goian neri begira egongo den pertsona bati eskaintzen diot. Ez dut gehiegi gai honi buruz hitzegiten, baina egia da abesti hau entzuten dudan bakoitzen pertsona hori etortzen zaidala burura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestalde nola ez, nire bidaiako lagunkide izan den pertsonari ere eskaini nahi diot. Badakidalako berarentzat abesti hau ere asko esan nahi duela eta beno orokorrean pasa ditugun egunen oroimenez... Aste nagusiko kontzertu batean etzun genuen lehenengo aldiz; orduz geroztik ezin dugu ia burutik kendu.&lt;br /&gt;Mila esker eta hurrenarte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SMGzEZCO4FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tRx-mrt2pOI/s1600-h/recuerdos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SMGzEZCO4FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tRx-mrt2pOI/s320/recuerdos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242668329257066578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Algunos años han pasado ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y mi corazón no deja de llorar&lt;br /&gt;por tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;por tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no comprendo yo,&lt;br /&gt;porqué te llevo Dios,&lt;br /&gt;y te quitó de mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También te quiero yo,&lt;br /&gt;sin ser tu creador,&lt;br /&gt;lo hiciste para mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu lli canto di Corasao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eu lli canto come a vois (bis);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E se me faltara vois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eu lli canto con las manos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu si me faltan las manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eu lli canto meu corasao;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu si me falta o corasao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;es que en el cielo estamos los dos.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calentándose están ya&lt;br /&gt;las cuerdas de aquella guitarra,&lt;br /&gt;que tú con tus manos tocabas&lt;br /&gt;y yo la escuchaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aquel pajarillo escondido&lt;br /&gt;cantaba y cantaba...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras yo soñadora,&lt;br /&gt;como siempre la ventana miraba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no me hago reproches&lt;br /&gt;pues ya no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;el señor ha querido&lt;br /&gt;que vivas con él en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo como siempre me quedo&lt;br /&gt;cantando y llorando....&lt;br /&gt;el destino ha querido&lt;br /&gt;tenernos a los dos separados&lt;br /&gt;(*)&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/7273907194676965506-8682767901669381091?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8682767901669381091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=8682767901669381091' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8682767901669381091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/8682767901669381091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/bueltan.html' title='Bueltan...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SMGzEZCO4FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tRx-mrt2pOI/s72-c/recuerdos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-6039704578971791968</id><published>2008-09-02T18:38:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:24:57.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoroen asuntuak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oraingoan, pertsona batek, LAGUN batek, gomendatutako abestia ipiniko dut. Bere gustokoenetariko bat da oso identifikatuta ikusten delako eta egoera latzetan oso lagungarri izan zaiolako zenbait gauza ulertzeko. Berak erakutsi zidan, eta honela dio: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Si pienso lo que quieres que yo haga;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Si tengo que hacer caso a tus palabras;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Si quieres que te diga lo que pienso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que es de locos, que es de locos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Si quieres que me quite las cadenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que me hacen sentir seguro aquí abajo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;es como si me vaciaras las venas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Estás loco, estás loco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;De todas formas, sé que es necesario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;andar contra corriente en esta tierra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;y que en el fondo merece la pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;estar loco, estar loco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sólo te pido fuerzas para hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;de mi debilidad un férreo vendaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Desde el convencimiento que tal vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hoy todo puede ser de nuevo realidad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que ya estás al llegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SL2gHSBM2gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Oa9Apoj-sbg/s1600-h/dock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SL2gHSBM2gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Oa9Apoj-sbg/s320/dock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241521588285528578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bide batez, abesti hau Maialeni eskaini nahi diot. Badakit orain kanpoan zaudela, baina berdin dio, ikusiko duzu egunen batean... Ez ahaztu inoiz abesti hau guapa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Muxu bat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-6039704578971791968?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/6039704578971791968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=6039704578971791968' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6039704578971791968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/6039704578971791968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoroen-asuntuak.html' title='Zoroen asuntuak...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SL2gHSBM2gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Oa9Apoj-sbg/s72-c/dock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-3422025313321683449</id><published>2008-08-26T23:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:41:11.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixkanaka - pixkanaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco, desaparecer en ti;&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco, desaparecer en ti;&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco, desaparecer;&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vivir,&lt;br /&gt;desde la sencillez,&lt;br /&gt;desde la humildad;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tener, la sabiduría para perdonar,&lt;br /&gt;devolviendo bien por mal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco........ en ti.......&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Zuhaitzek dituzten lore berriak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lehenagotik hildakoez eta eroritakoez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bizi direla ulertu dudalako..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SLR4PwFp6PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vIu19uMy6bM/s1600-h/caminamosjuntosnp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SLR4PwFp6PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vIu19uMy6bM/s320/caminamosjuntosnp7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238944478540720370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-3422025313321683449?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/3422025313321683449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=3422025313321683449' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3422025313321683449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/3422025313321683449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/08/pixkanaka-pixkanaka.html' title='Pixkanaka - pixkanaka'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SLR4PwFp6PI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vIu19uMy6bM/s72-c/caminamosjuntosnp7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-1711043064690081978</id><published>2008-08-21T16:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:43:35.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi abesti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oraingo honetan, niretzat esanahi handia duten bi abesti ipiniko ditut. Niretzan garrantzia handia duten abesti asko blogean zehar jarrita daude jada, baina bi hauek oraindik ez dira agertu eta hemendik lekutxo bat behar dute, beraz, ez astunegi egiteko bi bideo jarriko ditut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehenengoa Your Song. Zer esan abesti honi buruz... bere kabuz hitz egiten du. Gainera jarri nahiko nuke, abesti hau nire laguna den neska batek abestu zuela bere batxilergoko agurran: "Mary" Aurrera bideoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/buzVBu0bR-w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buzVBu0bR-w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La siguiente canción la descubrí cuando fui al cine hace unos cuantos añitos a ver una película. Se trata de una canción que habla de un tema que yo lo resumiría en una palabra COMPLICIDAD. Por esta palabra con la que la relaciono, a parte de por la belleza musical, es por lo que me encanta esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondo izan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-1711043064690081978?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1711043064690081978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=1711043064690081978' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1711043064690081978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/1711043064690081978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/08/bi-abesti.html' title='Bi abesti...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2028721636740736172</id><published>2008-08-17T09:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:48:25.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabajo, fiestas y buena compañía.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kaixo "aspaldikos"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaitu da Aste Nagusia eta honekin batera nire lan astea. Ahal izan dudan moduan aprobetxatu ahal izan ditut jaiak, baina aste guztian lanean egoteko, ondo aprobetxatu ditudala uste dut eta konpainia onean gainera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orain deskantxatzea tokatzen da eta ingurukoak zaintzea beraz, a por ello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a poner un par de videos. Videos de dos canciones que ayer nos hicieron sonreir varias veces durante la noche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BiPBJxdbGgY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por la simpatía innata de la cantante, por el arte que tiene, por lo graciosa que es y por lo curioso de la letra de las canciones en sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno sólo he encontrado uno de los que queria poner, el otro no lo encuentro. Pude estar un ratito en el concierto que dio en Sagües y encima de pasarmelo muy bien en ese poco ratito, pude disfrutar de la canción que más me gusta de su nuevo disco: "Algo contigo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muxu bat eta hurrenarte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-2028721636740736172?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2028721636740736172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2028721636740736172' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2028721636740736172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2028721636740736172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/08/trabajo-fiestas-y-buena-compaa.html' title='Trabajo, fiestas y buena compañía.'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-4178370059068887167</id><published>2008-08-05T13:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:30:04.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuen ondoan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abesti polita gaurkoan jarriko dudana. Egoera eta toki askotan erabili duguna, pertsona baten bizitzari lotu daiketeena, kasu honetan neure bizitzari. Abesti hau gehien hunkitu ninduen momentua Erreferentzia Talderako erabili zutenean izan zen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He muerto y he resucitado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Con mis cenizas un árbol he plantado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; su fruto ha dado y desde hoy algo ha empezado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He roto todos mis poemas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; los de tristezas y de penas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; lo he pensado y hoy sin dudar vuelvo a tu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Ayúdame y te habré ayudado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; que hoy he soñado en otra vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; en otro mundo, pero a tu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Ya no persigo sueños rotos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; los he cosido con el hilo de tus ojos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; y te he cantado al son de acordes aún no inventados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Ayúdame y te habré ayudado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; que hoy he soñado en otra vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; en otro mundo, pero a tu lado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muero y resucito cada vez que en mi vida ocurre algo y por ese algo caigo y al tiempo vuelvo a levantarme. Esa caida y muerte temporal de nuestra persona, nos termina enseñando algo, haciéndo mella en nosotros; y de esas cenizas que surgen en nosotros a causa de esa situación, tiramos adelante y surge algo nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el momento en el que se decide seguir adelante se rompe con todo lo negativo, con todo aquello que no nos impulsaba a mirar hacia el horizonte y ese nuevo arranque cómo no, se realiza "a vuestro lado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre se dice que en el momento en el que decides ayudar a alguien, tu también vas a ser ayudado, es algo recíproco aunque muchas veces lo obviemos y no seamos conscientes de ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, al final, no se si lo importante es que yo vuelva a resucitar o que salga adelante lo antes posible, o que lo pase mal el menor tiempo posible o... creo que al fin y al cabo, lo importante es que todo esto ocurre "a vuestro lado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Muxu bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7273907194676965506-4178370059068887167?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4178370059068887167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=4178370059068887167' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4178370059068887167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/4178370059068887167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/08/abesti-polita-gaurkoan-jarriko-dudana.html' title='Zuen ondoan...'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7273907194676965506.post-2804063093473327416</id><published>2008-07-28T23:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:38:42.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A tu manera</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1tGdoA6mCc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1tGdoA6mCc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Se que esta es tu música preferida...&lt;br /&gt;A tu manera, no?&lt;br /&gt;Pues te voy a decir una cosa:&lt;br /&gt;A tu manera me has enganchado,&lt;br /&gt;a tu manera nos has enganchado&lt;br /&gt;y quiero seguir siendo de tu manera.&lt;br /&gt;Gracias Ángel Llacer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Texto: Jorge Cadaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SI43O-HFDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZnUDpR-j83k/s1600-h/Angel9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SI43O-HFDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZnUDpR-j83k/s320/Angel9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228176947754110594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Imagen: Tele5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por haberme hecho reir,&lt;br /&gt;por haberme hecho llorar,&lt;br /&gt;por emocionar tanto,&lt;br /&gt;por ser especial,&lt;br /&gt;por enseñar de otra manera,&lt;br /&gt;por apostar por lo diferente,&lt;br /&gt;por ser tan natural,&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;por ser: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU MANERA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hasta siempre Ángel Llacer.&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/7273907194676965506-2804063093473327416?l=xenaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2804063093473327416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7273907194676965506&amp;postID=2804063093473327416' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2804063093473327416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7273907194676965506/posts/default/2804063093473327416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xenaran.blogspot.com/2008/07/tu-manera.html' title='A tu manera'/><author><name>XenAran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09303226624292136033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/S2cImg92JrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0QeTaWs1DxY/S220/ZOE+NEYTIRI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSVjeyreSoQ/SI43O-HFDoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZnUDpR-j83k/s72-c/Angel9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
