<?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-5472849206553216137</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:59:53.616+01:00</updated><category term='5'/><category term='Mclan'/><title type='text'>crendbass</title><subtitle type='html'>...si quieres, hacemos el verano algo más largo...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-6694884274881434188</id><published>2010-09-05T17:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:38:48.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/TIO4atc4s8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/G94bJlPKknU/s1600/P100408_001046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/TIO4atc4s8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/G94bJlPKknU/s200/P100408_001046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513453137848480706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...es con tu boca, tu salibas siempre mi vida, y con tus ojos sazonas mi monotonía...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es una mentira piadosa, es perfecta esta noche, para caer en el sofá. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y si me gritas diré que te quiero y si me quieres diré que te odio, pero si me amas, te lo daré todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde ayer nos olvidamos de todo, hicimos las paces con mi cama y se lo confesamos todo a la almohada...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rompiendo paredes de cristal. Muros de cristal. Vuélvete eterno amigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-6694884274881434188?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6694884274881434188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=6694884274881434188' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6694884274881434188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6694884274881434188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/TIO4atc4s8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/G94bJlPKknU/s72-c/P100408_001046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7157044152464047042</id><published>2010-07-19T21:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:27:50.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>caliente caliente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=su8-lFpLQNg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=su8-lFpLQNg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te posas en medio de mis deseos formulados con anterioridad verás que no siempre se cumple la regla de aparecer encima, ya que mis deseos son invisibles, inertes ante tus manos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre se intenta dar valor a todo lo que en tu vida te rodea, a todo lo que uno desea con toda su alma pero siempre se nos escapa algo, siempre queda ese puntillo sin aclarar, esa situación sin entender, ese rumor oscurecido con prejuicios... al final te das de cabeza contra la pared y te dices: qué? pero es la vida misma..., no, eres tú mismo el que controla todo, el que controla impulsos, miradas, tacto y al final eres también el que le da valor a las cosas, el que dice, basta!, el que llora, el que prueba...  REaccionA por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...formulando una receta para sentirse mejor, repartiendo medicinas contra la vida mayor.&lt;br /&gt;...regalando opciones para el amor y encontrando corazones que te dicen adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7157044152464047042?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7157044152464047042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7157044152464047042' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7157044152464047042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7157044152464047042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2010/07/caliente-caliente.html' title='caliente caliente...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-9042231097584307473</id><published>2010-07-13T18:47:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:19:23.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/TDyfczxuIbI/AAAAAAAAADY/rL4IsiRHfsw/s1600/_4011113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/TDyfczxuIbI/AAAAAAAAADY/rL4IsiRHfsw/s200/_4011113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493440962769068466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el calor se me derriten las pupilas, a la vez que tus sonrisas...&lt;br /&gt;Con el viento se muere aquel cuidadano que quería trepar por el acantilado de sus pesadillas que no le dejaban dormir, solo le metían prisa para levantarse cada día para su rutina llena de contratiempos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;martes 13&lt;/span&gt;, de presagios llenos de la nada. Blanca.&lt;br /&gt;Huesos rotos por el suelo del desierto de sus noches con agujeros claros, al fin, al quemarse con el sol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-9042231097584307473?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/9042231097584307473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=9042231097584307473' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/9042231097584307473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/9042231097584307473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2010/07/con-el-calor-se-me-derriten-las-pupilas.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/TDyfczxuIbI/AAAAAAAAADY/rL4IsiRHfsw/s72-c/_4011113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-4701044442196824846</id><published>2010-05-25T00:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:16:57.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...ni negarlo.</title><content type='html'>... ya casi ha pasado, solo queda olvidarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo pondré fácil en mi cabeza y en mis ojos, una mentira de las buenas.&lt;br /&gt;No hablemos de corazones, no nos pongamos tristes,&lt;br /&gt;hablemos de relaciones que en otra vida tuviste.&lt;br /&gt;Volamos sobre el mar como nunca; quisiste tocar pero&lt;br /&gt;abrazaste lo inmoral, lo que ninguno quería soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ya casi ha pasado, solo quería olvidarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las víctimas de mi atraco residen en tus fuerzas, que se ahogaron&lt;br /&gt;con el llanto de las velas de los barcos de tu salón y siendo testigos del&lt;br /&gt;naufragio, solo queda esperar, para que nuestro mar remate el trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame, sin más, porque sí... porque morir hoy, no lo sería... sin tí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schhhhhhhh... Todavía no ha pasado, y no pienso olvidarlo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-4701044442196824846?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4701044442196824846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=4701044442196824846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/4701044442196824846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/4701044442196824846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...ni negarlo.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-216218184479120077</id><published>2010-03-26T02:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:50:08.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/S6-IEuNGcrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7mySKSBW2Ys/s1600/IMG_3811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/S6-IEuNGcrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7mySKSBW2Ys/s320/IMG_3811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453727288472793778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo fue inventado para derribar murallas, el tiempo fue derribado para inventar murallas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo fue amurallado para derribar inventos y ahora todo el mundo busca su minuto de gloria para respirar a gusto en un caos generado por gritos de locura, adentrados en habitaciones oscuras llenas de energia contaminada de suspiros... de placer impuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco de cada nueve caladas de un pitillo me hacen dueño de nueve de cada cinco minutos de mi vida haciéndome creer que poseo más de lo que en realidad tengo delante de mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y dentro de mis cien, sé que existe esa cordura que me lleva al fin de las alturas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-216218184479120077?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/216218184479120077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=216218184479120077' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/216218184479120077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/216218184479120077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-tiempo-fue-inventado-para-derribar.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/S6-IEuNGcrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7mySKSBW2Ys/s72-c/IMG_3811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-712863905673310774</id><published>2009-05-06T12:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:33:24.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oyeeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>vuelve pronto capulla, no te retrases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iv1rG5Wh1XA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/Iv1rG5Wh1XA&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-712863905673310774?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/712863905673310774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=712863905673310774' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/712863905673310774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/712863905673310774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2009/05/oyeeeeeee.html' title='oyeeeeeee!!'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-1734178910930986299</id><published>2009-04-27T13:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:40:10.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9 meses</title><content type='html'>Ya ha pasado un año y algo más desde la primera vez que te ví... y ya se cumpren hoy nueve meses en los que a tu lado, he compartido tantas y tantas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hoy riendo y ayer llorando, hoy con sueño y ayer desvelado.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es Hoy, y tú eres hoy, mi hoy que abrazo por la noche,&lt;br /&gt;el que con tanta ansia protejo de todo mal, incluso del mío...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me dejes caer, sé que si cuento hasta 5,&lt;br /&gt;luego el miedo se irá, sin darnos cuenta, ya lo verás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQTATDTATNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nueve teclas grises de un piano de pared, desafinado..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOgIPbkKtTw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/DOgIPbkKtTw&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-1734178910930986299?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1734178910930986299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=1734178910930986299' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1734178910930986299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1734178910930986299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2009/04/9-meses.html' title='9 meses'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-6890029396123188067</id><published>2009-03-24T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:38:22.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Se pasarán los días en los que tú me heches de menos, lo sé."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No se estar enamorado, ni mirarte enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y decirte que te quiero, cuando estoy enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No se estar enamorado, ni besarte enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ni siquiera cuando te amo se que estoy enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo te quiero con locura y no se estar enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aprenderme cuesta tanto, que me creo que no valgo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acostumbrado a no querer, creí que no te quería, que poco no me conocía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creí que no te quería, y sin ti me moriría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De las cosas de querer solo se que no se nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de las cosas del querer solo se que nada se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con las cosas de querer que difícil es saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuando estas enamorado y sin ti me moriría. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No se estar enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni decirte que te quiero, ni gritarte que te amo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aprender me cuesta tanto, tanto tanto tanto tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creí que no te quería, y sin ti no se que haría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y sin ti no viviría, y sin ti me moriría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si alguna vez actualicé con esta letra de Jarabe de palo, bueno, ahí queda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"¿dónde fue a parar el tren que nunca cogimos?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-6890029396123188067?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6890029396123188067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=6890029396123188067' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6890029396123188067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6890029396123188067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-pasaran-los-dias-en-los-que-tu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-6502561136983136692</id><published>2009-03-05T14:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:10:13.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me senté en una de las mesas del fondo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://republicavirtual.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/columpio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 159px;" src="http://republicavirtual.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/columpio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... y yo estaba atento de que la profesora no me pillara con la notita de aquella chica que me miraba con sus ojos verdes, llenos de picardía.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SI; creo que aquella chica era la de aquellos columpios donde me decía: "Niño!: por qué lloras?, en los columpios no se llora..." y me cogió la mano, y en cada balanceo se me quitaba un miedo... y otro... y otro... hasta sonreír como ella, como dos niños que éramos. Y supe desde aquel mismo instante que la querría siempre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-6502561136983136692?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6502561136983136692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=6502561136983136692' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6502561136983136692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6502561136983136692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-sente-en-una-de-las-mesas-del-fondo.html' title='Me senté en una de las mesas del fondo...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7471767707413837817</id><published>2008-12-30T12:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:46:29.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sin merecer perdón alguno, sin escaparme de tu cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;recordando días como en la playa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no se... esto está super desconfigurado... entiendo, no entiendo.. "qué no entiende?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me podrías ayudar a formatear C/: e instalar de nuevo los programas? tengo un par de virus que no me dejan funcionar bien con mi cabeza... por favor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7471767707413837817?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7471767707413837817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7471767707413837817' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7471767707413837817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7471767707413837817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-2294914396936867761</id><published>2008-11-08T01:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:49:20.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SRTbfYzc1qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/80div4CiohQ/s1600-h/besito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SRTbfYzc1qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/80div4CiohQ/s200/besito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266075196583630498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un beso que marcas a dos voces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dos bocas que se miran con un roce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tres estrellas te guardo de la noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cuatro, las que robaron nuestro coche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;el cinco, tuyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 7 y 8 suman mi edad, y nueve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;una eternidad!&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/5472849206553216137-2294914396936867761?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2294914396936867761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=2294914396936867761' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2294914396936867761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2294914396936867761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/11/un-beso-que-marcas-dos-voces-dos-bocas.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SRTbfYzc1qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/80div4CiohQ/s72-c/besito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-5576775473830423195</id><published>2008-11-06T14:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:00:25.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voy a entonar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SRL4Nr09iZI/AAAAAAAAACs/VxcUhFtgKKI/s1600-h/DSC06856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SRL4Nr09iZI/AAAAAAAAACs/VxcUhFtgKKI/s200/DSC06856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265543828336380306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;...los ritmos que me llevan a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-5576775473830423195?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5576775473830423195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=5576775473830423195' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5576775473830423195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5576775473830423195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/11/voy-entonar.html' title='Voy a entonar...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SRL4Nr09iZI/AAAAAAAAACs/VxcUhFtgKKI/s72-c/DSC06856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-944270471232791489</id><published>2008-10-17T21:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:41:44.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SPjo6cH15zI/AAAAAAAAACk/tdtIgxNyKrI/s1600-h/grohl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SPjo6cH15zI/AAAAAAAAACk/tdtIgxNyKrI/s320/grohl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258208655634196274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tengo otra confesión que hacer&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu idiota&lt;br /&gt;Todos tienen que romper sus cadenas,&lt;br /&gt;Sosteniéndote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Naciste para resistir o ser abusado?&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Estas sobre alguien nuevo?&lt;br /&gt;Necesito donde colgar mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu cuerda&lt;br /&gt;Tienes algo que yo no tengo&lt;br /&gt;Pero no tiene uso&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy débil para rendirme&lt;br /&gt;Muy fuerte para perder&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón está bajo arresto nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;Pero me rompo fácilmente&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza esta dándome vida o muerte&lt;br /&gt;Pero no puedo escoger&lt;br /&gt;Juro que nunca me rendiré&lt;br /&gt;Lo rechazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Esta alguien tomando tu fe?&lt;br /&gt;Es real, el miedo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;Tu confías, tu debes Confesar&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti? Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Esta alguien tomando tu fe?&lt;br /&gt;Es real, el miedo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;La vida, el amor&lt;br /&gt;Tu mueres para curar&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza que empieza&lt;br /&gt;Los corazones rotos&lt;br /&gt;Tu confías, tu debes Confesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo otra confesión mi amigo&lt;br /&gt;No soy idiota&lt;br /&gt;Estoy quedando cansado de empezar nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;Algún lugar nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Naciste para resistir o ser abusado?&lt;br /&gt;Juro que nunca me rendiré Lo rechazo&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Esta alguien tomando tu fe?&lt;br /&gt;Es real,&lt;br /&gt;El miedo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;Tu confías, tu debes Confesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Está alguien tomando lo mejor, lo mejor, &lt;br /&gt;lo mejor, lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&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/5472849206553216137-944270471232791489?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/944270471232791489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=944270471232791489' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/944270471232791489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/944270471232791489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/10/tengo-otra-confesin-que-hacer-soy-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SPjo6cH15zI/AAAAAAAAACk/tdtIgxNyKrI/s72-c/grohl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-1912541801561271315</id><published>2008-10-08T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:50:34.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff... GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=4DwhPufaAzs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A singing smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee smell and lilac skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your flame in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A singing smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee smell and lilac skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your flame in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im only here for this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here thinks he needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill be waiting right here just to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How our love will blow it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm, such a thing of wonder in this crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im a stranger in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youre free with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And our eyes locked in downcast love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sit here proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even now youre undressed in your dreams with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Im only here for this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here thinks he needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill be waiting right here just to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How our love will blow it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know the tears we cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have dried on yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sea of fools has parted for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theres nothing in our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont you see, dont you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youre just the torch to put the flame to all our guilt and shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Ill rise like an ember in your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know i, I know i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here thinks he needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ill be waiting right here just to show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh let me show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That love can rise, rise just like embers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love can taste like the wine of the ages, oh babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know they all looks so good from a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I tell you Im the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know everybody here, well, thinks he needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think he needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Ill be waiting right here just to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-1912541801561271315?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1912541801561271315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=1912541801561271315' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1912541801561271315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1912541801561271315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/10/jeff-great.html' title='Jeff... GREAT!'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-5521482573255759890</id><published>2008-09-11T23:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:57:35.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...y que si mi mano se posase en la tuya, no olvidaré que te quiero. no olvidaré que con solo una mirada, tú me devuelves la vida, que con tu verde esperanza soy CAPAZ de todo (TT) y que con tus palabras, soy consciente que sí. que te adoro chuliña!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos vemos en nuestro tranquilo mundo de un sin fin de bellos momentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-5521482573255759890?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5521482573255759890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=5521482573255759890' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5521482573255759890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5521482573255759890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7851952639978864216</id><published>2008-09-06T01:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:03:45.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 del 9</title><content type='html'>son las 00:59. tú en la ducha, mis estrellas contigo, y mi E9 con los 14 minutos que marcan tu reloj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE QUIERO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7851952639978864216?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7851952639978864216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7851952639978864216' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7851952639978864216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7851952639978864216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-del-9.html' title='5 del 9'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-2250873262553974056</id><published>2008-08-20T19:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:23:34.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Y tu ya sabes..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y solo el pensar que mi coche puede volar, que aunque quede sin tubo de escape por chocar con una nube, PUEDE volar. piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"todo lo que tengo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-2250873262553974056?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2250873262553974056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=2250873262553974056' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2250873262553974056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2250873262553974056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-tu-ya-sabes.html' title='&quot;Y tu ya sabes...&quot;'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-975764514957161860</id><published>2008-07-23T20:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:58:01.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño...</title><content type='html'>y qué me dirías si en mi sueño tu intentas salvarme la vida de algo que incluso yo desconozco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;solamente desconocía una parte, la otra ya la conocía.....de repente, apareces tu. no se como llegaste hasta aquel lugar frío y oscuro, pero de repente ya no tenía ni frío ni miedo por nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; estaba tan seguro de mi mismo que me sentía capaz de todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;alguien nos persigue, tu te caes, pero rápidamente te incorporas y nos agarramos fuertemente la mano,tan fuerte que se fundieron en un "te quiero" y en un "para siempre"... seguíamos corriendo por culpa de lo desconocido y también hacia lo desconocido... me preguntas en aquel momento: que es lo que quieres? y automáticamente....... tu, yo y una isla. una isla para los dos, un mundo totalmente nuevo para los dos, todo para los dos. magia en un sueño de terror a lo desconocido. genial. guay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otro día te cuento el segundo ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-975764514957161860?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/975764514957161860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=975764514957161860' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/975764514957161860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/975764514957161860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/sueo.html' title='sueño...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-6880830400712909175</id><published>2008-07-15T09:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:09.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxWtP0hVzI/AAAAAAAAABo/7i1GVpG0I4M/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxWtP0hVzI/AAAAAAAAABo/7i1GVpG0I4M/s400/triste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223145003183855410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-6880830400712909175?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6880830400712909175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=6880830400712909175' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6880830400712909175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6880830400712909175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxWtP0hVzI/AAAAAAAAABo/7i1GVpG0I4M/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-1345023134835514066</id><published>2008-07-04T22:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:09.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TQ TA TD TN TA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SG6JJoKg1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/UzM6rsQwH8o/s1600-h/mano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SG6JJoKg1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/UzM6rsQwH8o/s400/mano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219259816662325042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-1345023134835514066?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1345023134835514066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=1345023134835514066' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1345023134835514066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1345023134835514066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/07/tq-ta-td-tn-ta.html' title='TQ TA TD TN TA...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SG6JJoKg1zI/AAAAAAAAABg/UzM6rsQwH8o/s72-c/mano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7831937699730862665</id><published>2008-06-24T17:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:27:57.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hablas o no?</title><content type='html'>me rio de la gente que habla con los pies,&lt;br /&gt;débiles son sus palabras.&lt;br /&gt;solo al escuchar tu corazón, entenderé&lt;br /&gt;que lo que importa realmente, es, sin duda&lt;br /&gt;la palabra exacta. pero seguro seguro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicidades a esa gente que escucha corazones en vez de cuerdas vocales articuladas por pies o codos.....o alcohol!!! felicidades a quienes tocan corazones con el aire tan solo. felicidades de corazón!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7831937699730862665?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7831937699730862665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7831937699730862665' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7831937699730862665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7831937699730862665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/hablas-o-no.html' title='hablas o no?'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-614032886829876298</id><published>2008-06-02T16:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:10.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasión...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SERVYP9labI/AAAAAAAAABY/MgpJiDy1VbE/s1600-h/colorazione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SERVYP9labI/AAAAAAAAABY/MgpJiDy1VbE/s200/colorazione.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380944237193650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre son esos rincones (de pasión) los que te hacen sentir... siempre son esas sensaciones las que te hacen vibrar... siempre es el momento quien te dirá qué hacer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tensa tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;desnuda tu mente,&lt;br /&gt;arranca la pasión,&lt;br /&gt;que te lleve....por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo las manos frías,&lt;br /&gt;no queda calor en mi,&lt;br /&gt;lo dejé todo en las veces&lt;br /&gt;que mis ojos se posaban en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...tu sabes, lo que importan, los detalles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-614032886829876298?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/614032886829876298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=614032886829876298' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/614032886829876298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/614032886829876298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/06/pasin.html' title='Pasión...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SERVYP9labI/AAAAAAAAABY/MgpJiDy1VbE/s72-c/colorazione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-2533080027488790458</id><published>2008-05-26T15:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:10.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...en mi bolsillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SDrD9W3KOnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q63NxgiFM90/s1600-h/IMAG0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SDrD9W3KOnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q63NxgiFM90/s200/IMAG0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204687778256403058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...nunca en el cajón.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre el corazón, nunca la traición.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre la confianza, nunca la vergüenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre el calor, nunca la distancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre las estrellas y también el Sol, de seis cuerdas...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre en mi bolsillo, nunca en el cajón.&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/5472849206553216137-2533080027488790458?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2533080027488790458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=2533080027488790458' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2533080027488790458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2533080027488790458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/en-mi-bolsillo.html' title='...en mi bolsillo'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SDrD9W3KOnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/q63NxgiFM90/s72-c/IMAG0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-631312827608727170</id><published>2008-05-22T16:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:21:07.695+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...mi tranquilidad, verde es.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quiero luchar contra la marea de tus ojos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;reina de las hadas, verdes mojados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;solo con tu collar de perlas verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con Ellos cerrados. Volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vulnerable ante tus propias manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de voz tenue y apagada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero con un par de saltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pronto quedarás curada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si te veo, cierras los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;si me ves, lo mismo, pero al revés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;detalles y coincidencias seguidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de una sonrisa de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo necesito 55 segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para hacer que coincida mi piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;solo busco la mano de Midas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y con un olor, volver a nacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-631312827608727170?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/631312827608727170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=631312827608727170' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/631312827608727170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/631312827608727170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-tranquilidad-verde-es.html' title='...mi tranquilidad, verde es.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-3235148501854955368</id><published>2008-05-19T18:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:23:24.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(mayúsculas...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...sin llegar A ver casi ni el horizonte, sin casi abrir los ojos ni oír demasiado ni SENTIR EL VIENTO, me tiro del puente que me ata en lo conocido para salir y ver y sentir Y OIR y hablar, sobre todo hablar, porque aunque LAS PALABRAS se las lleve el viento, nos encantan QUE CRUCEN nuestra cabeza de una oreja a otra. De ahí EL "carpe diem que TEMPUS FUGIT". Asi de simple... sin porqués...SIN NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="345" height="286" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54deddf615d914e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54deddf615d914e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331634484%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9A6AF3488832C6505EFCB4C1E7F97B4BCD055BF.545C4EA507453914EC5E094A9BAB7CD902004774%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54deddf615d914e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du2f3N-Fv2mjnO3-GGImZFEZsGgk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="345" height="286" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54deddf615d914e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331634484%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9A6AF3488832C6505EFCB4C1E7F97B4BCD055BF.545C4EA507453914EC5E094A9BAB7CD902004774%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54deddf615d914e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du2f3N-Fv2mjnO3-GGImZFEZsGgk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/5472849206553216137-3235148501854955368?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54deddf615d914e2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3235148501854955368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=3235148501854955368' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/3235148501854955368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/3235148501854955368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/maysculas.html' title='(mayúsculas...)'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-8040901002937346324</id><published>2008-05-15T16:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:18:27.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>continuará...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuando el humo se escapa de mi boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;veo gotas resbalando del espejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tal vez creas que, esta vez, ahora me toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero solo hemos jugado con el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo quiero la verdad por delante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;solo un gesto aunque sea con disimulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu ya sabes lo que importan los detalles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;los pequeños siempre serán los más grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muchos años engañado por mi nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre estando ignorante al pasaporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahora te veo y no bajo de este barco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que me lleva a no se donde y me deja en cualquier lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-8040901002937346324?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8040901002937346324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=8040901002937346324' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/8040901002937346324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/8040901002937346324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/continuar.html' title='continuará...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-3654024566404282504</id><published>2008-05-13T18:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:10:24.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...que conste que no me acuerdo muy bien de ello, pero creo que estaba en una cama gigante mirando a la derecha y sonriendo como un tonto y de repente, estoy sumergido en un mar oscuro y profundo en el cual existía una inmensa paz que me llenaba de tranquilidad y sosiego ante aquella profundidad inmensa... recuerdo un aroma especial que me está recubriendo estos días y que me transmite una tranquilidad sobrehumana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poco más recuerdo ya que me desperté dos o tres veces en la misma noche hasta que me tuve     que levantar para mi rutina diaria... (intentando no ser un robot...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cuanto más quieres soñar, menos sueñas...jo, :(   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*                                        *                                            *       &lt;br /&gt;(el cinturón de Orión es mío) (te encontré un collar de perlas precioso en lo más profundo del mar de la noche;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sin mucha conexión, actualizo fugazmente a lo to fast to furious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-3654024566404282504?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/3654024566404282504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=3654024566404282504' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/3654024566404282504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/3654024566404282504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/05/sueo.html' title='sueño...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-6665492483084827379</id><published>2008-04-15T21:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:55:33.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>otra vez lo mismo? NO</title><content type='html'>cansado de estar cansado me muevo siempre hacia delante y nunca retrocediendo, aunque mire hacia atrás...&lt;br /&gt; cada día que pasa es un reto más para mi.....no hablo de superación personal, sino de&lt;br /&gt;aprobación personal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me levanto cada mañana y me pongo en la línea de salida para llegar el primero... sé que lo importante es participar jejje.......pero es mi vida, y en mi vida, yo, lo primero. llámame egoísta si quieres, pero no me llames tramposo... solo tomo lo mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suerte, tropiezo.&lt;br /&gt;la primera me la gano,&lt;br /&gt;la segunda me la regalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corazón, corazón.&lt;br /&gt;el primero, mío...&lt;br /&gt;el segundo...¿?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rojo, negro.&lt;br /&gt;los dos ,míos.&lt;br /&gt;los dos, míos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-6665492483084827379?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/6665492483084827379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=6665492483084827379' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6665492483084827379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/6665492483084827379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/otra-vez-lo-mismo-no.html' title='otra vez lo mismo? NO'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-8759700392552167754</id><published>2008-04-08T22:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:58:46.175+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mclan'/><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="page" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;Este grupo murciano ha sido una de mis grandes influencias cuando empecé en la música, y esta canción, es una de las que más me gusta de Mclan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="page" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vamos, Maggie, despierta,&lt;br /&gt;tengo algo que decir:&lt;br /&gt;llegó Septiembre y creo&lt;br /&gt;que me tengo que ir.&lt;br /&gt;El curso ha empezado ya&lt;br /&gt;y mis libros no sé donde están.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie, no es el mejor final,&lt;br /&gt;pero sé que te repondrás&lt;br /&gt;y que a mí me costará mucho más,&lt;br /&gt;me has destrozado,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo te quiero igual.&lt;br /&gt;Pues si el sol te da en la cara,&lt;br /&gt;deja ver tu verdadera edad,&lt;br /&gt;pero esto nunca me ha importado,&lt;br /&gt;esa es la verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rompiste mi cama en dos&lt;br /&gt;y ahora tengo que decirte adiós.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie, libérame por favor.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que te repondrás&lt;br /&gt;y que a mí me costará mucho más&lt;br /&gt;estoy cansado,&lt;br /&gt;pero aún te quiero igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Creo que volveré a clase otra vez&lt;br /&gt;o viviré tomando el sol&lt;br /&gt;con la herencia de papá&lt;br /&gt;o formaré una banda de rock,&lt;br /&gt;eso es lo que hago mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie, sé que no es buen final.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que te repondrás&lt;br /&gt;y que a mí me costará mucho más,&lt;br /&gt;me hiciste polvo,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo te quiero igual.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, despierta, tengo que irme ya.&lt;br /&gt;Me hiciste polvo Maggie,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo te quiero igual.&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-8759700392552167754?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/8759700392552167754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=8759700392552167754' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/8759700392552167754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/8759700392552167754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/04/este-grupo-murciano-ha-sido-una-de-mis.html' title='100%'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7141006882239534891</id><published>2008-03-31T18:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:10.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>y si estás más de 24 horas despierto...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R_EctAZ1r4I/AAAAAAAAABI/WHnwT9gNGwM/s1600-h/sorry....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R_EctAZ1r4I/AAAAAAAAABI/WHnwT9gNGwM/s200/sorry....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183956205608218498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ojos hinchados, alma en llanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pelos desbastados, mente en blanco.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lluvia de canto, coches adelanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bonita risa, bonito llanto.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;de alegría son tus pasos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;de júbilo tus palabras...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dúo con mi voz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dúo con tus sábanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7141006882239534891?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7141006882239534891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7141006882239534891' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7141006882239534891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7141006882239534891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/y-si-ests-ms-de-24-horas-despierto.html' title='y si estás más de 24 horas despierto...?'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R_EctAZ1r4I/AAAAAAAAABI/WHnwT9gNGwM/s72-c/sorry....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-5714931594500152265</id><published>2008-03-25T00:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:02:13.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>si me miras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...nunca me arrepentiré, solo te rogaré que no dejes de mirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;solo te lo digo una vez, solo te lo digo con sensatez. Déjate ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me muero por surcar tus ojos y ver reflejados en ellos tus ilusiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;compartir. unir. amar. custodiar. envolver. abrazar. llorar(de alegría, por supuesto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ILUSIÓN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rompo fronteras si me lo pides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;corto barreras si me lo exiges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hago del viento un rumor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para que veas mi cuerpo transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;surcar los cielos en forma de corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de mi boca fluyen tonterías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de mi alma solo ironías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;escucha mi mente, arropada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con el suave contoneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;del bombeo involuntario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;la canción que ahora escucho dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"please, don't strip my mind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo te digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"coge la llave del saber y abre..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bienvenida seas... ya lo sabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-5714931594500152265?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5714931594500152265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=5714931594500152265' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5714931594500152265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5714931594500152265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/si-me-miras.html' title='si me miras...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-1587563122845333074</id><published>2008-03-25T00:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:01:38.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...cosas que sentir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-1587563122845333074?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1587563122845333074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=1587563122845333074' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1587563122845333074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1587563122845333074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/cosas-que-sentir.html' title='...cosas que sentir.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7056425454236145732</id><published>2008-03-25T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:01:15.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...cosas que amar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7056425454236145732?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7056425454236145732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7056425454236145732' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7056425454236145732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7056425454236145732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/cosas-que-amar.html' title='...cosas que amar.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-4867815190304601649</id><published>2008-03-24T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:00:34.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...cosas en las que pensar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-4867815190304601649?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/4867815190304601649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=4867815190304601649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/4867815190304601649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/4867815190304601649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/cosas-en-las-que-pensar.html' title='...cosas en las que pensar.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-563628172781255222</id><published>2008-03-17T01:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:28:55.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>primero disparar, luego......preguntar??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...no entiendo nada. uno hace cosas para ir mejor en la vida, intenta esforzarse al máximo para que sus sueños vivan y no mueran. Me esfuerzo por vivir mi vida, no entiendo por qué todavía hay gente que no respeta la vida de los demás.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no entiendo qué demonios gana la gente con estropear las cosas de los demás...confieso que yo también he estropeado muchas cosas en mi vida y en otras vidas, pero de los errores se aprende a no volver a caer en lo mismo, a no tropezar de nuevo con la misma piedra, a no pasar por un mismo sitio dos veces...siempre me repito el no volver a hacer el tonto con ciertas cosas que me repatean a mi mismo, pero siempre caigo. gracias por levantarme, pero me volveré a caer una y otra vez...o no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se acabó. basta de tropezar como un imbécil... ni si quiera de soñar con mis propios sueños...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;se harán realidad cuando yo quiera. ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no quiero esperar más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tocaré el cielo sin pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tengo una carta de pago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;la pagaré si no te valgo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;escenas que se detienen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tiempo que pasa despacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;arenas que se convierten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;en sales del espacio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quieres un beso? te doy 1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quieres un abrazo? otros 1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"hacemos el amor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cariño, vete despacio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te canto sin vergüenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a tus ojos rubios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;rubios de cerveza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que se vuelven turbios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;primero pregunta y luego dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pero apunta bien, apunta a mi cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;me concedes un minuto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;te explicaré lo que quiero:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;solo que pongas un punto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;moja bien en el tintero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for changing lines, I have no time tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-563628172781255222?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/563628172781255222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=563628172781255222' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/563628172781255222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/563628172781255222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/primero-disparar-luegopreguntar.html' title='primero disparar, luego......preguntar??'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-982962587120599048</id><published>2008-03-13T22:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:11.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...genial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9mrtxLnoZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wthhNP5oD2w/s1600-h/IMAG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9mrtxLnoZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wthhNP5oD2w/s200/IMAG0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177358049423630738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...cuando acaba un año, pienso: "pfff.....otro año más...que va a pasar? será otro año de lo mismo, las mismas situaciones, el mismo trabajo, misma casa, mismos encuentros, mismo todo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero la verdad es que este año, me ha cambiado todo por completo. Todo: ya no es lo mismo, las situaciones cambian (casualidades), cambio de trabajo, cambio de "casa", cambian los encuentros, todo ya no es lo mismo. hay gente que le gusta que todo sea como antes o como el mismo presente. a mi me está gustando este cambio. no se si es para bien o para mal, pero me encuentro genial!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tengo mucho que agradecer a mi vida. todos tenemos que agradecer mucho a la vida. esos encuentros, las casualidades, las miradas, ilusiones, nuevos retos... creo que cada momento de la vida hay que tenerlo en cuenta siempre porque nunca se va a repetir, nunca. siempre vienen muchos mejores o peores( de todo). diferentes. extraños. te los esperas? no creo...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;estoy feliz. cansado pero feliz. dormido pero feliz. soñador pero feliz. contento pero feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD- lo único que me sigue dando la vida es la música!!&lt;br /&gt;PD2-(...descubro nuevas cosas que me dan la vida. pequeños detalles.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100% MúSiCa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-982962587120599048?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/982962587120599048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=982962587120599048' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/982962587120599048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/982962587120599048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/genial.html' title='...genial.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9mrtxLnoZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wthhNP5oD2w/s72-c/IMAG0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-479117780096702542</id><published>2008-03-10T15:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:11.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...I take a second walk down the street of fame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9VZGhLnoYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5LGdkzgWGTM/s1600-h/alex+%2896%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9VZGhLnoYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5LGdkzgWGTM/s200/alex+%2896%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176141315253444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Parece que todos entran para humillarme,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;todos entran con máscaras en el tarro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Si, solo saben gritar...pero hablar, quien?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bullas y más bullas sin cesar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;estilos de lucha, qué más da?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;para esta pelea callejera todo da igual.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Puñetazos, navajazos y tiros sin parar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quién pondrá su voz para pararlos ya?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Consecuencias, seguro. Y alegrías no, desilusión.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quién pondrá su voz para pararlos ya?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;El rojo es el color que abunda en el patio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;el verde, es escaso, ya lo ves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La calavera siempre en medio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;el blanco nunca aparece.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Orgulloso, todo el mundo, sigue sin parar y &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nadie cede terreno, nadie lo da...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...se han acabado las balas, se han ido todos por la puerta de atrás.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He encontrado este texto que he escrito cuando tenía unos 16 años... y ahora lo miro y me digo......... "quién es este chico?" solo se me ocurre una palabra: cambio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;genial!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De las cosas de querer solo se que no se nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De las cosas del querer solo se que nada se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con las cosas de querer que difícil es saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuando estas enamorado y sin ti me moriría...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(jarabe de palo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-479117780096702542?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/479117780096702542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=479117780096702542' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/479117780096702542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/479117780096702542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-take-second-walk-down-street-of-fame.html' title='...I take a second walk down the street of fame.'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9VZGhLnoYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5LGdkzgWGTM/s72-c/alex+%2896%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-2725082719770911095</id><published>2008-03-10T01:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:16:01.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>te lo diré en otro sitio, ok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...tus palabras me hicieron ver la verdad de la verdad, la sinceridad de la sinceridad, lo necesario de lo necesario, lo precioso de lo precioso...me hiciste ver más allá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OYE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si se enterara mi corazón de que estoy hablando contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me dejaría tirado, como se dejan a los mendigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoy la noche me huele a domingo, día en el que todo se pasa dormido, día en el que todo se queda fruncido, hoy es hoy... pero eso ya lo sabes, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;comparto esta canción con la persona que leerá esto...(tú?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar tissue that I wish you saw  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarcastic mister know it all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;’cause  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Push me up against the wall  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fallin’ all over myself  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To lick your heart and taste your health ’cause  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blood loss in a bathroom stall  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Southern girl with a scarlet drawl  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wave good-bye to ma and pa ’cause  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soft spoken with a broken jaw  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step outside but not to brawl  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Autumn’s sweet we call it fall  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scar tissue that I wish you saw  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarcastic mister know it all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you ’cause  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the birds I’ll share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lonely view... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Red Hot Chili Peppers-Scar Tissue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-2725082719770911095?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/2725082719770911095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=2725082719770911095' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2725082719770911095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/2725082719770911095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/te-lo-dir-en-otro-sitio-ok.html' title='te lo diré en otro sitio, ok?'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7613392882094239664</id><published>2008-03-06T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:11.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5'/><title type='text'>I know the waves I form, I know the way I won´t become...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9AAX_f9qtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/spA2CzG0XjE/s1600-h/55555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9AAX_f9qtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/spA2CzG0XjE/s320/55555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174636384031189714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encantan las casualidades. Hoy me acordé de ti mucho al estar en el trabajo...ya ves el por qué no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy contento el día está feliz. Yo estoy feliz. y "tú" estás feliz también......no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy el viento no me corta la garganta y no me corta las palabras. vuelo con ellas y no tengo frío ni miedo. En tan poco tiempo he sentido confianza(ciegamente), cariño (exceso) y "no".&lt;br /&gt;tengo recuerdos de ti en tu goma(de luna)...olores que saben a poco y que miran mucho.&lt;br /&gt;sigo tonto por las noches. me embobo mirando(te) tu ilusión(si, creo que existe en ti) y me lleno de ilusión yo también al pensar que un día te veré con un boli y una hoja de papel para evadirte sin más......solo evadirte porque sí.         Genial!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me siento bien...bueno.......un poco con sueño, pero bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero con paciencia una de tus miradas que me lleva a la evasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no puedo estar con los pies en el suelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomo vuelo y me agarro a las nubes. Me arropan con disimulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No puedo tener la cabeza encima de los hombros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Juguemos a tirarnos de los labios sonriendo como tontos, esperando a encontrarnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mojemos nuestras manos y toquemos sinfonías con el roce de la arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomemos fuertes aires de botellas de cristal opaco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abrázame con fuerza si no quieres que me vaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abrázame con sutileza, mujer que todo lo sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cierro los ojos y te veo. Abro los ojos y te veo. No tengo ojos y te veo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vuelvo en un minuto ok??    jejejeje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"100% música"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7613392882094239664?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7613392882094239664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7613392882094239664' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7613392882094239664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7613392882094239664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-waves-i-form-i-know-way-i-wont.html' title='I know the waves I form, I know the way I won´t become...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R9AAX_f9qtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/spA2CzG0XjE/s72-c/55555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-5975716144402303449</id><published>2008-03-05T15:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:56:51.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy es hoy...</title><content type='html'>...hace mucho viento, me corta la garganta llena de palabras que se las lleva sin pensarlo dos veces.&lt;br /&gt;me pesan las piernas...siento dos bloques de cemento en mis ojos que me impiden ver...siento.&lt;br /&gt;estoy viendo discos de vinilo en mis manos...historias para no dormir. música para mis oídos.&lt;br /&gt;una presión me oprime la cabeza y me hace soltar un liquido ocular extraño.....no lloro.&lt;br /&gt;día extraño para no dormir. día ocupado para no vivir. día pesado para no sentir. SENTIR.&lt;br /&gt;un sueño del revés. empiezo despertándome y acabo acostándome.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una cosa que siempre me he preguntado y no se si es verdad es: en realidad existe una pregunta que no se pueda responder?? de momento john frusciante y toda su música me acompaña al igual que toda la música que me gusta oír; y al mismo tiempo me responde(aun que no entienda el 100% de la letra...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scratches of a dark night&lt;br /&gt;The rashes of foresight&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;The weight of my freezing&lt;br /&gt;I had come to you&lt;br /&gt;The face I was given&lt;br /&gt;I have no similarities to&lt;br /&gt;The spaces in the law look&lt;br /&gt;Like the faces in a word book&lt;br /&gt;I get by&lt;br /&gt;The matches of opportunities&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;And I scream it to you&lt;br /&gt;The pain I was needing&lt;br /&gt;Was sort of true&lt;br /&gt;The one aim I was clearing&lt;br /&gt;Was the walls that grew&lt;br /&gt;The crazes I overlooked&lt;br /&gt;The leans into the kook&lt;br /&gt;And I did&lt;br /&gt;And I was screaming bloody murder&lt;br /&gt;When the charges came&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped by the road side&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz this is from wehere I came&lt;br /&gt;My God but it's so far away&lt;br /&gt;It would seem accidents have gone straight to you&lt;br /&gt;And you've changed your point of view&lt;br /&gt;And the places you're going to&lt;br /&gt;I got Crowded&lt;br /&gt;I get crowded&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;It twists up the fabric of time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm useless&lt;br /&gt;And your faces are bodies&lt;br /&gt;And your hands are feet&lt;br /&gt;Let me roll around&lt;br /&gt;In things I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;But I tried&lt;br /&gt;Yes I tried&lt;br /&gt;And I tried&lt;br /&gt;You know I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Frusciante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-5975716144402303449?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/5975716144402303449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=5975716144402303449' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5975716144402303449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/5975716144402303449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoy-es-hoy.html' title='hoy es hoy...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-7229308614090309162</id><published>2008-03-04T17:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:11.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cuanto tiempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R817xluwghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZwtNgUxMwYg/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R817xluwghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZwtNgUxMwYg/s320/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927638790603282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es difícil saber de qué están hechas las personas.&lt;br /&gt;es complicado creer que todo en esta vida te va a salir bien. es muy difícil saber lo que te va a pasar mañana. pero cada uno de nosotros controlamos el presente porque lo tenemos a nuestra merced. Ahora! Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguien me dijo que soy 100% música. que controlo todo lo que hago HOY, que con una mirada interior................jajajajajajaja...sabes que "no" te quiero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos encantan las casualidades y aprovechamos los momentos que nos prestan. es genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;caricias en tus labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fecundos de amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;caricias en tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que grande corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;abrazos que me rompen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;miradas que me matan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sombrías son las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;siempre que te vayas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;recuerdos que te parte en dos el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;abismos llenos de esperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;patadas que te sueltan el la cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;llantos rojos que descubren el alba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hoy retomo este mi gran blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-7229308614090309162?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/7229308614090309162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=7229308614090309162' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7229308614090309162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/7229308614090309162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2008/03/cuanto-tiempo.html' title='cuanto tiempo...'/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/R817xluwghI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZwtNgUxMwYg/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5472849206553216137.post-1276348506515784727</id><published>2007-01-25T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:54:11.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/RbgI7nNaAkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xfyj8xRar7E/s1600-h/IMAG0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023775204562305602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="174" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/RbgI7nNaAkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xfyj8xRar7E/s320/IMAG0325.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, sin saber por què ni cómo, empiezo este blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supongo que debo darle las gracias a Amy (aunque no tenga mucha idea de como funciona esto);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la verdad, solo he hecho ste blog para dejarle a Amy un comentario en el suyo, sino no podia.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se de qué hablar, bueno, ante todo, me llamo Alex y soy Gallego; de Lugo, exactamente. Tengo 20 años y resido actalmente en Porriño, Pontevedra. Me parezco una persona alegre, libre, chistosa y extrovertida; también me considero tímido en ciertas ocasiones aunque demuestre lo contrario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi gran Hobby y Pasatiempo es la música, gran compañera de grandes alegrías y tristezas, es lo único en mi vida que siempre me dice algo, siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En relación con la música: toco en un grupo llamado "Badosa Amarilla" que consta de seis personas: césar(batería), jose(guitarra), iago(guitarra), gastby(guitarra), félix(voz) y yo al bajo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin ellos no tendría sentido este gran mundo paralelo a mi vida, la música es mi mundo de evasión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno, ya sabeis algo más de mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(cuando le pregunte a Amy como funciona esto, os cuento más cosas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5472849206553216137-1276348506515784727?l=crendbass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/feeds/1276348506515784727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5472849206553216137&amp;postID=1276348506515784727' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1276348506515784727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5472849206553216137/posts/default/1276348506515784727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crendbass.blogspot.com/2007/01/bueno-sin-saber-por-qu-ni-cmo-empiezo.html' title=''/><author><name>Álex Crende</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953674020715466640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/SHxnlYxvZQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QEMTPZg2X5w/S220/ons+07+(82).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM2cprDdcRE/RbgI7nNaAkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xfyj8xRar7E/s72-c/IMAG0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
