<?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-15180982</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:35:43.996-08:00</updated><category term='dailymotion'/><category term='discoteca'/><category term='música en la ciudad'/><category term='buena fête'/><category term='good shows'/><category term='ed banger'/><title type='text'>olive·geuse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4358335965369549660</id><published>2011-12-06T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:06:07.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jaime corrió detrás de ella sin saber qué pasaba ni para dónde iban, y se agarró de su&lt;br /&gt;mano. «Iba hablando sola -me dijo Jaime-. Hombres de mala ley, decía en voz muy&lt;br /&gt;baja, animales de mierda que no son capaces de hacer nada que no sean desgracias.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Parecía marica -me dijo-. Y era una lástima, porque estaba como para embadurnarlo de&lt;br /&gt;mantequilla y comérselo vivo.» No fue la única que lo pensó, ni tampoco la última en&lt;br /&gt;darse cuenta de que Bayardo San Román no era un hombre de conocer a primera vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oraciones de Crónica de una muerte anuncia de Gabriel García Márquez, las que más me han gustado hasta ahora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4358335965369549660?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4358335965369549660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4358335965369549660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4358335965369549660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4358335965369549660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/12/jaime-corrio-detras-de-ella-sin-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2651143950370137366</id><published>2011-12-02T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:03:07.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversación con Román Garrido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":14q"&gt;hola &lt;img alt="=)" height="12" pattern="equal smile" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;im/emotisprites/equal_smile0.png&amp;quot;); background-position: 0px -132px;" width="13" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":15o"&gt;Román&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":16h"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":16l"&gt;¿cómo está usted señorita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":16k"&gt;gracias, la pregunta es honesta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":174"&gt;Claro que si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":175"&gt;Ahora que ya no estoy en el micromundo de Facebook, ya solo busco a gente que me interesa en la red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;o:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":176"&gt;dicen que es malo contestar a una pregunta con otra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":177"&gt;disculpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":178"&gt;fijate, ni me había dado cuenta que ya no estas en facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":179"&gt;&lt;img alt=";)" height="12" pattern="wink" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;im/emotisprites/wink3.png&amp;quot;); background-position: 0px -144px;" width="12" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":17a"&gt;Bueno, contestando, me encuentro mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19h"&gt;¿Qué sucede?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19i"&gt;Llevo algunos días con un dolor de cuello que me preocupa y pues nada, no tengo amor verdadero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19j"&gt;¿tú cómo estas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19k"&gt;Reencontrándome con la tierra. Se podría decir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19l"&gt;Puros sueños sobre cierta metamorfosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19m"&gt;Que bonito hablar de la tierra, de cosas que sí existen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19n"&gt;acerca de los sueños, no sé qué decir, a mi me molestan los sueños, vivo en un sueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19o"&gt;Son una telaraña, ciertamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19p"&gt;Solo les uso como vagaje para inventar metáforas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19q"&gt;"Matar el sueño es realidad" me decía muy constanmente un amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19r"&gt;No sé aún a que se refería con ello exactamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19s"&gt;Ni lo sabrás, porque lo que él sintió jamás será igual a lo que tu sientas cuando lo comprendas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19t"&gt;He ahí una expresión muy sensata sobre la otredad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19u"&gt;en verdad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19v"&gt;no me he dado cuenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19w"&gt;Incluso, el propio hecho de que respondas así es muestra de ello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19x"&gt;El reconocimiento del otro como sí mismo, inconciente o involutario, es precisamente el principio de que lo Otro siempre está allá, fuera de uno pero con uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19y"&gt;Por eso lo expresas sin saber que eso es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":19z"&gt;Porque nadie está consigo mismo, a la vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a0"&gt;&lt;img alt=":(" height="12" pattern="frown" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;im/emotisprites/frown0.png&amp;quot;); background-position: 0px -132px;" width="13" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a1"&gt;O como el decir de Rimbaud:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a2"&gt;Exacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a3"&gt;"Yo es Otro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a4"&gt;Entonces si yo no soy yo, yo estoy muerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a5"&gt;Así de inasible es la poesía de Rimbaud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1a6"&gt;Pero, también se puede ver como la insignificancia del «Yo» ante lo Otro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1a7"&gt;Por supuesto, insignificante, la presencia de lo Otro rebasa y qué pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ai"&gt;Ahí es donde todavía no funciono muy bien, pienso. El siguiente paso según el único pensador que considero como un maestro, me dice que lo que sigue es reflexionar si pensar en ello es para mí una pasión triste o alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1aj"&gt;Bien, vivir con la pasión triste...temero&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;sa,de saber que eres insignificante, vivir cabizbajo, dejandote de la grandiosidad que te rodea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1ak"&gt;O tomarlo como un reto, y vivir la pasión alegre de ver qué tanto la propia insignificancia puede alcanzar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1al"&gt;O "vivir con la frente en alto".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1am"&gt;Eres bastante, por no decir demasiado, aguda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1an"&gt;Cuando un profesor me pidió tomar su lugar por un mes de ausencia mientras impartía el Seminario de Deleuze, estuve como un mes explicando el esquema de pasiones tristes y alegres, y nadie me dijo algo así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ao"&gt;Lo agudo es molesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1ap"&gt;Pero agudos eran los cantos de las sirenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1aq"&gt;Cierto, lo agudo es molesto, antes que para otros, para uno mismo consigo mismo. Cuando das un paso, el propio avanzar te detiene a discutir internamente su pertinencia. Entonces se retrocede, se recapitula... algunos le llaman retrospectiva y más bien es introspección.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1ar"&gt;Agudeza en la introspección, ¡que cosa tan pesada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1as"&gt;Pero, de alguna manera tienes que darte cuenta de que esa agudeza es y existe debido a la naturaleza de lo que es en ti en potencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1at"&gt;Dice Deleuze que "no somos otra cosa más que potencia de ser".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1au"&gt;Pura apertura al devenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1av"&gt;Por tanto, si lo que te colma es una pasión triste, tu devenir es depresivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1aw"&gt;Porque según la pasión es como se efectúa la potencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1ax"&gt;¿Ya viste &lt;b&gt;Melancholia&lt;/b&gt; de von Trier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ay"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1az"&gt;Te la recomiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1b0"&gt;Bueno, lo hago también porque digiero a von Trier muy peculiarmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1b1"&gt;Pero en ese filme expone como el ser depresivo tiene una visión del mundo con mayor índice de realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1b2"&gt;Es una pista para el despertar de la conciencia hacia la creatividad y, por tanto, a la transformación de la realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b3"&gt;El depresivo, ante el fin del mundo, es el único que comprende que es debido a algo y es consecuencia de algo. Por eso, al final, es el único que sonríe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b4"&gt;Bastante tonta actitud, ya que estuvo deprimido y triste todo el tiempo anterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b5"&gt;Está siguiendo un camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b6"&gt;Acerca de ver el mundo con mayor índice de realidad ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enviado a la(s) 19:27 del viernes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b7"&gt;cuando se ve el mundo, como es, y se sabe que por más proyectos geniales que haya, por más ganas que existan, siempre se darán vueltas en un mismo ciclo.... no mejorará, o no empeorará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b8"&gt;Por qué o para qué se debe mantener la vida?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1b9"&gt;Ahí está la curvatura indefinida del pliegue... ¿hacia afuera o hacia adentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ba"&gt;Curvatura indefinida del pliegue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1bb"&gt;Qué es afuera y qué es adentro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1bc"&gt;Román!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1bm"&gt;Sé que estoy sola pero hagamos de cuenta que todavía podemos hablar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1bn"&gt;Volví. Perdón... que-haceres antes de abandonar el hogar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ci"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cj"&gt;Va. Primero simple, en otra ocasión lo complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1ck"&gt;Hacia afuera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cl"&gt;lo que es posible que sea o que fuera, lo impropio, la no pertenencia, lo ambulante o itinerario, lo político, lo social, lo antropológico. Lo que requiere de fuerza, de voluntad, de conciencia, lo que trata sobre la permanencia o el sobrevivir, sobrellevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1cm"&gt;hacia adentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cn"&gt;lo que debe ser, la exposición, el &amp;nbsp;rostro, la máscara, el teatro, lo contingente o variable, lo psicológico. Lo que nombra nuestras debilidades, nuestras carencias, lo que anuncia lo que prevalece por su ausencia, el añorar. La metafísica y no la intempestividad&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1co"&gt;Hacia adentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cp"&gt;Ahí está...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1cq"&gt;hacia adentro es la dimensión de lo indecible, de las inhibiciones, de la complicidad antes de la confabulación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cr"&gt;Pues sí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cs"&gt;Cosas que no puedo decir, incoherencias al decir palabras, no reflexión o instrospección, confabular también confieso, aunque la confabulación no lleve a nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1ct"&gt;o a algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cu"&gt;Es que la confabulación simplemente nos demuestra que en el fondo venimos de las cuevas y tenemos rasgos de ciertos animales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1cv"&gt;Por ende, las fábulas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1cw"&gt;En literatura, por ejemplo, hacia afuera es el poeta, hacia adentro el novelista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cx"&gt;Pues sí, y de comernos unos a otros como seres que buscan la sobrevivencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1cy"&gt;Y por algo pensamos en esas cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1cz"&gt;Sobre cualquier teoría, praxis o decir de alguna manera, siempre está el hecho de que por encima de todo ello, siempre hay una vida que provoca al pensamiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1d0"&gt;El pensamiento es una cosa corporea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1d1"&gt;Eso me gusta. pero a la vez no, cuando muera, mi pensamiento habrá muerto. ¡NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1d2"&gt;Ahí no estoy de acuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1d3"&gt;Si bien, los cuerpos solo se pueden comunicar entre sí a través de los sentidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1d4"&gt;El pensamiento es algo que se deposita, se disemina, que cuando lo hablas, lo dices o lo expresas, ya se queda de alguna manera en otra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1d5"&gt;*Otro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kq" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1d6"&gt;Lo siento, pero me tengo que retirar Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1d7"&gt;Es verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1d8"&gt;Ambas cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1d9"&gt;Adelante, hasta luego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1da"&gt;Te cuidas, y no olvides que uno se acuerda de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1db"&gt;&lt;img alt=";)" height="12" pattern="wink" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;im/emotisprites/wink3.png&amp;quot;); background-position: 0px -144px;" width="12" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1dc"&gt;Espero leerte pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1dd"&gt;Si no, ya sabes, siempre me puedes escribir un correo y estaré al pendiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="km" role="chatMessage"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="olivejuicemylove@gmail.com"&gt;yo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1de"&gt;Vale, prometo no olvidarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1df"&gt;Y Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="kn" title="luisromangarrido@gmail.com"&gt;Román:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1dg"&gt;EA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kl" dir="ltr" id=":1dh"&gt;Jeje.&lt;/div&gt;Buena noche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-2651143950370137366?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2651143950370137366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2651143950370137366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2651143950370137366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2651143950370137366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/12/conversacion-con-roman-garrido.html' title='Conversación con Román Garrido'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5360826570371983888</id><published>2011-11-30T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:00:37.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esa música inspiradora y esperanzadora te hace sentir bien porque así te ensañaron, así te dijeron que se sentía bien, ese "sonrie a la vida" "si el mundo te da la espalda, dale la espalda al mundo" "si tienes limones haz limonada"&amp;nbsp; son frases esperanzadoras porque así te enseñaron a interpretarlas, y dices, pues sí, así es. Pero no lo es, como "Stuck in a groove" dice, "this could be the worst moment ever, con "ever" se refiere a eternamente, si en este momento estoy sintiendo el peor momento de la eternidad, y la eternidad existe eternamente entonces yo soy la eternidad, porque estoy sintiendo, creando, viviendo eso. Si yo soy la eternidad, a los demás que veo es a mi mismo, veo a mi madre, me veo reflejada, veo a mi amigo, me veo reflejada, hablo con una persona pero esa persona está en su propia eternidad, entonces, estoy hablando conmigo. Decido estar feliz, y lo demás gira entorno a ese estar feliz, quiere decir que yo estoy feliz, y creo y destruyo momentos, ellos estaban ahí porque yo los puse ahí, yo los puse ahí a ver videos, reímos o reí. Reí. Leí un artículo, la página y el artículo existen porque los vi. Todo lo demás no existe, porque es infinito. Todo lo demás a parte de esa página y artículo, si me lo pusiera a contar, no acabaría nunca, por lo que, si nunca acabo, solo existio esa página y ese artículo.&lt;br /&gt;Espero no estar volviendome loca, solo sé que hoy, por primera vez, una persona que antes sí había visto pero que nunca en esta vida que vivo con este cuerpo, esa persona y yo hallamos hablado. Esta persona me habló y supo quien era o al menos eso pensé, me reconocio, sabía que me había ido un semestre. ¿Quién sabe eso? Ni siquiera yo lo sé, ya no sé si existió, dado que la persona con la que pasé esos meses no piensa en eso, y dado que lo que se piensa existe, entonces, eso no existió, no existió mi existencia en Gdl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-5360826570371983888?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5360826570371983888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5360826570371983888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5360826570371983888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5360826570371983888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/esa-musica-inspiradora-y-esperanzadora.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-7619129802215473969</id><published>2011-11-28T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:44:16.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marvin.com.mx/images/content/mayumi_med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://www.marvin.com.mx/images/content/mayumi_med.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font)size: 21px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayumi Haryoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-7619129802215473969?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7619129802215473969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=7619129802215473969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/7619129802215473969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/7619129802215473969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/mayumi-haryoto.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4967218271479666402</id><published>2011-11-28T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:33:48.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/-CreEuaS8QY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CreEuaS8QY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CreEuaS8QY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El Guincho es una banda chilena con un video hermoso, hermoso, la dirección de arte es de&amp;nbsp;http://maruxalvar.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4967218271479666402?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4967218271479666402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4967218271479666402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4967218271479666402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4967218271479666402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-guincho-es-una-banda-chilena-con-un.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5378441281351732928</id><published>2011-11-19T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T11:07:23.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How mind can treat us very bad, how mind can make us feel really bad, we're not center of the universe, we're part of it, but never center, never the whole of it, it will only cause you feel bad. Don't be selfish, you're not the only one with really bad conditions, or is this hell...? The only thing I know is that I want to live good, chat walk with my friends, tell stories, check new trends, love my neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-5378441281351732928?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5378441281351732928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5378441281351732928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5378441281351732928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5378441281351732928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-mind-can-treat-us-very-bad-how-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2954890555352615530</id><published>2011-11-06T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T01:04:52.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They appear in Pigalle, a French TV show about intrigue in the Parisian red light district.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tC4ZfUIrM9k" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So she didn't really believe in destiny, she was a bitch. She made him love her all the time until one day a complete stranger ask her what was her favourite song, then she married him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So, build up my fantasy world and live inside it, won't care if anybody is interested in, live there until I grow old and will keep being the naive stupid crying-about-the-fly's-passed girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On the other side of the "real" world there are two swedish boys making heart-bump music that inexplicably makes oneself feel sad. They are traumatized by the Berlin techno scene, things that I would love have been part of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-2954890555352615530?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2954890555352615530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2954890555352615530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2954890555352615530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2954890555352615530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/they-appear-in-pigalle-french-tv-show.html' title='They appear in Pigalle, a French TV show about intrigue in the Parisian red light district.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tC4ZfUIrM9k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2662560005441590674</id><published>2011-11-05T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T02:24:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acerca de un largo y profundo suspiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Estos días te he escrito notas en mi mente. La primera dice, te deseo al levantarme, aún cuando el sol se cuela entre las sábanas que descubren mi pudor. Otra dice que mi orgullo se desvanece con el único pensamiento de tocar tu cuerpo. Una pequeña, casi insignificante, me recuerda no olvidar lo que tanto que te quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bajo tus manos, pierde la necedad, bajo las mías crece la necesidad de hacerte quererme. "Solo un poco por favor, un poquito" dice la penúltima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bajo un velo, como cera derritiéndose, mis ojos te ven a la luz del día. Mi mente te recuerda, veo tu rostro, veo mis ganas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mis ganas te ganan y pierdo. Te quiero y te quiero conmigo. Aún, cuando estamos juntos, tú no pienses en cómo estoy ni por qué sufro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Será que está mal mi suspiro que ya desde siempre te extrañó.&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/15180982-2662560005441590674?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2662560005441590674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2662560005441590674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2662560005441590674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2662560005441590674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/estos-dias-te-he-escrito-notas-en-mi.html' title='Acerca de un largo y profundo suspiro'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4871101206876225620</id><published>2011-11-02T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:27:42.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miércoles de luz octubrezca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Él es un cowboy armado en iphone y macbook pro, viste una hermosa cabellera, ptight and white skin, su gallardía me atrae al punto de no sentir los músculos de mi rostro. Las letras de una canción vienen a mi mente "lasted for days, lasted for weeks" mientras él ve la luz del ocaso que fue más importante que el ocaso de la ilusión a través de mis ojos. Le ofrezco a otro amor, mis besos con tal que me acompañe el día de cumpleaños del que fue mi amor plátonico. Un fragmento de la película española más estúpida que he visto en la clase más malviajante que he tenido en todo el semestre. Canciones de Adorable y Stereo total mientras búsco en las profundidades de los borradores y recibidos la canción que algún día me dedicó.&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/15180982-4871101206876225620?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4871101206876225620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4871101206876225620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4871101206876225620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4871101206876225620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/11/miercoles-de-luz-octubrezca.html' title='Miércoles de luz octubrezca'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3041912684707920207</id><published>2011-10-31T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:30:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;La playlist que te hice abre con "The Build Up" de Kings of Convenience porque la escuchábamos al hacer el amor, tal vez mis palabras no se expresan en el tiempo indicado, te aseguro, no son equivocas. Tal vez esté mal recordar su olor mientras pienso en ti, pero te lo prometo, no te estoy traicionando, es la vida y el reinado de tu convencimiento natural el que me hace ser infiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La peculiaridad de tu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos y movámonos que mañana seguiremos aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa insistencia mía y esa terquedad tuya nos debe llevar a hacerlo, porque hasta mañana seremos polvo.&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/15180982-3041912684707920207?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3041912684707920207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3041912684707920207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3041912684707920207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3041912684707920207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/10/until-tomorrow.html' title='Until tomorrow'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5195844568114207598</id><published>2011-09-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:32:13.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro malo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confusión, desesperación, angustia: ANSIEDAD. Una tarde hermosa, nutritiva, reflexiva, mía y gracias a él estos sentimientos bonitos surgen en mí. Un par de estímulos visuales cambian mi manera de pensar y malvenido sea un ataque de ansiedad que carcome mi ser. Tengo un problema, el amor más grande que he sentido es por algo que a través de mis ojos y oidos ha llegado. El odio más grande ha sido a través de lo mismo. Mis deseos se van, se alejan, los pierdo. Mi cabeza da vueltas, va al futuro y regresa, no me deja estar en paz con mi presente. Pasea por el pasado, lo que no he hecho en esta línea de tiempo en la que mi cuerpo se encuentra estancado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi mente funciona, mi llanto maquina, mis lágrimas perecen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Un ir y venir entre cosas que ya he pensado, un "me quiero quedar" en cosas que no he pensado y debo pensar. Por mi bien, por el de todos. Pero sobre todo por el mio, una preocupación incansable. Preocupación: cansate, ya no vengas a molestarme. Quedate ahí, apagate y muere. No te quiero cerca, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;date por muerta&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un video de chicas seduciendo tanto que no me seduce. Un impulso de hablar contigo, aunque no diga nada, aunque lo único que haga es quitar valor a mis palabras, aunque lo único que haga sea restarle amor y valor a mi corazón. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me crees y lo sé. Y cómo me vas a creer si yo no me creo. Yo no creo en mí, no creo en qué me gusta y qué me asusta.&lt;/span&gt; Me asusta no querer nada, quererlo todo y no querer nada. NO QUIERO NADA. NO TENGO SUEÑOS, no hay nada peor que no tener sueños. NADA.&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/15180982-5195844568114207598?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5195844568114207598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5195844568114207598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5195844568114207598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5195844568114207598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/09/puro-malo.html' title='Puro malo.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4320008325229406814</id><published>2011-01-26T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:19:29.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animation</title><content type='html'>Name: Double G Studios&lt;br /&gt;Located In: London, UK.&lt;br /&gt;In charge of: Grant Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;Site: www.doublegstudios.com&lt;br /&gt;Vimeo: http://vimeo.com/doublegstudios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4320008325229406814?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4320008325229406814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4320008325229406814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4320008325229406814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4320008325229406814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2011/01/animation.html' title='Animation'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-9026123642730582419</id><published>2010-05-27T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:24:40.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigues igual</title><content type='html'>Es muy probable que el 85% de mi vida haya especulado, acerca de lo que soy, de lo que fui, de lo que seré. A duras penas un 10% ha sido realmente para lo que he conseguido hasta ahora. Un 5% está perdido, ni ocio, ni sueño, ni aquí, ni allá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De alguna u otra forma me he entendido a mi misma, he logrado llevar una vida medio sí medio no, muy mediocre. Ni siquiera he echado el desmadre padre, ni siquiera obtenido la medalla de matemáticas de la primaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo digo que el mundo se divide en dos, los que hacen y los que ven lo que hicieron los otros. Entonces estoy de este lado. Del lado donde están los que ven, los que consumen, los que compran, los que gastan. No sólo dinero, sino tiempo, vida. :( Creo que ese ha sido mi malestar en un 75% de la vida. No yo creo 80% Me caga. Me caga. Pero realmente me caga? o me caga-gusta? o me caga-encanta? Lo más obvio sería decir que me caga-encanta, porque realmente no he hecho un esfuerzo válido en dejarlo, en saltarme el muro e irme al otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo 20 años, a punto de cumplir 21. Creo que tengo que decidir pronto, tengo gusanitos apretados de energía, a veces siento que las venas son cables de electricidad que se estiran y que con una descarga eléctrica me van a explotar. Y ahí! ... por ejemplo, una idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la idea está ahí y se va, porque aunque mi ocupación es VER, realmente no es observar y dado esto, no sé nisiquiera cómo se ven los cables de luz tensados e inchados de energía y electricidad. No lo recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuaderno (o mejor dicho mis miles de cuadernos) están muy lejos. Mucho más cómodo estar escribiendo en un teclado semi-ergonómico que me quita mucha menos energía. He estado desarrollando una teoría, se trata de que mis ojos se adaptan a la luz que emite el monitor, y si cambio de estado la luz cambia, y mis ojos me duelen. He ahí el problema! ¡LA LUZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin ga da  luz! Bueno, entonces, no sé cómo ven unos brazos inchados de energía... o a punto de reventar en sangre. ¿es eso lo que estaba diciendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo perdí, ya se fue, realmente no tuvo sentido mi idea y de aquí en adelante se va al baúl de ideas insignificantes, tontas e irealizables. Gracias mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi favorita, eres la que mas me ha ayudado. ¡el sarcasmo en una retórica infalible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces, por no poder tener ese empujoncito, ese levantamiento de manos, de brazo, de tronco, de piernas. ¡Ya casi! ¡Ya casi!  Pues irrumpes en un llanto y al rato estarás mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Neta! Recuerdas tus 6 años, te encontrabas en esa misma situación, y mira, sigues igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-9026123642730582419?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9026123642730582419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=9026123642730582419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/9026123642730582419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/9026123642730582419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigues-igual.html' title='Sigues igual'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3157734207809018506</id><published>2010-02-08T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:00:44.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haruki Murakami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a6.vox.com/6a00b8ea067a57dece00fa9683dba60003-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 235px;" src="http://web.mit.edu/litsociety/www/images/books/april2009.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-3157734207809018506?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3157734207809018506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3157734207809018506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3157734207809018506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3157734207809018506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/02/haruki-murakami.html' title='Haruki Murakami'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8358324271528375878</id><published>2010-02-07T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:04:05.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me hice una libretita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a50uilhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7TQ1-DmCwhY/s1600-h/Foto+1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a50uilhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7TQ1-DmCwhY/s400/Foto+1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435733593456547346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a5HPS5NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G9TzAVtu9xs/s1600-h/Foto+1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a5HPS5NI/AAAAAAAAAPA/G9TzAVtu9xs/s400/Foto+1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435733581245899986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a4vNvfyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sR4828GHXT4/s1600-h/Foto+1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a4vNvfyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sR4828GHXT4/s400/Foto+1633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435733574796934946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me servirá perfectamente como agenda 2010 :) o al menos para el semestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los clips rosas están ahí temporalmente, en lo que el resistol agarra bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El arte es de LadyOrlando, soy fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-8358324271528375878?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8358324271528375878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8358324271528375878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8358324271528375878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8358324271528375878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-hice-una-libretita.html' title='Me hice una libretita'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2-a50uilhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7TQ1-DmCwhY/s72-c/Foto+1644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8986902834770963554</id><published>2010-02-01T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:49:58.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Drummer</title><content type='html'>Ex-drummer, dirigida por Koen Mortier es una película con excelente narrativa literiaria y visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind: blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se trata de 3 imbéciles que buscan conformar su grupo de rock para presentarse, buscan a un baterista, por recomendación de la madre de uno de ellos y por imbéciles le hacen la propuesta a un escritor famoso Dries Vanhegen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dries acepta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dries narra la historia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dries:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2fKQhumC5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/73py22J-_jY/s1600-h/foto+Dries+Vanhegen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2fKQhumC5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/73py22J-_jY/s400/foto+Dries+Vanhegen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433533860726311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a continuación, me dispongo a buscar el OST de esta película.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monstersandcritics.de/downloads/downloads/articles/39485/article_images/image5_1194637508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.monstersandcritics.de/downloads/downloads/articles/39485/article_images/image5_1194637508.jpg" alt="" 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/15180982-8986902834770963554?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8986902834770963554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8986902834770963554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8986902834770963554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8986902834770963554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/02/ex-drummer-alemana.html' title='Ex-Drummer'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S2fKQhumC5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/73py22J-_jY/s72-c/foto+Dries+Vanhegen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6082167267739651765</id><published>2010-01-16T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:33:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almodovar y Bercot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUjbjFgqZtk/SWDfEquUV0I/AAAAAAAACq4/2UYAkVRIyKA/s400/Candela+Pe%C3%B1a" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De esas actrices incidentales en el guión de una película bien excitante... Candela Peña es Nina en La Mala Eduación. La vi, la película no es tan buena por ejemplo como La Mala Educación pero es buena...Nina es actriz de teatro y me encantó su pequeño papel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tambien vi BACKSTAGE de Emmanuelle Bercot! una directora que se volvió de mis favoritas &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 185px;" src="http://graphics.nytimes.com/images/2006/11/22/arts/22back.190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6082167267739651765?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6082167267739651765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6082167267739651765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6082167267739651765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6082167267739651765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/almodovar-y-bercot.html' title='Almodovar y Bercot'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUjbjFgqZtk/SWDfEquUV0I/AAAAAAAACq4/2UYAkVRIyKA/s72-c/Candela+Pe%C3%B1a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4363672514371175771</id><published>2010-01-14T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:01:37.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_MHlA0JbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9FQ0G3MA6JE/s1600-h/IMG_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_MHlA0JbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9FQ0G3MA6JE/s400/IMG_0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426780506571417010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_LoJdpmcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/jkBxtTdjoGg/s1600-h/IMG_0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_LoJdpmcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/jkBxtTdjoGg/s400/IMG_0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426779966600223170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_K8BoouiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nv8_tBgNg38/s1600-h/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_K8BoouiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/nv8_tBgNg38/s400/IMG_0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426779208584575522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_Kl7KT_eI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZLnP5G3YCC0/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_Kl7KT_eI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZLnP5G3YCC0/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778828889652706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_IJa6co7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nUUWVUD2jWo/s1600-h/IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_IJa6co7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/nUUWVUD2jWo/s400/IMG_0311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426776140173583282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was 2008 when I had this huge Rush into Metronomy so I handmade this glasses and put them on my cousins and friends =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4363672514371175771?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4363672514371175771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4363672514371175771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4363672514371175771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4363672514371175771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/holiday.html' title='HOLIDAY'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0_MHlA0JbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/9FQ0G3MA6JE/s72-c/IMG_0274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2797272878389894766</id><published>2010-01-14T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:12:27.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S09sUpByZNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dzSAH6oUWmE/s1600-h/_MG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S09sUpByZNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dzSAH6oUWmE/s400/_MG_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426675177871271122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is my enemy ... (a la Chikinki)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-2797272878389894766?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2797272878389894766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2797272878389894766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2797272878389894766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2797272878389894766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S09sUpByZNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dzSAH6oUWmE/s72-c/_MG_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8052524018115687691</id><published>2010-01-11T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:06:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Antes, mi mamá tenía un buen de blusas de flores y yo las odiaba, pero ahora les veo el lado lindo... me enamoré de la tela, la compré e hice esta bolsi &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0v00jlfxXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4O2t8aA8zek/s1600-h/Foto+1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0v00jlfxXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4O2t8aA8zek/s400/Foto+1428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425699359840781682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/350262_P1040176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 480px;" src="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/350262_P1040176.jpg" alt="" 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/15180982-8052524018115687691?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8052524018115687691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8052524018115687691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8052524018115687691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8052524018115687691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/flores-3.html' title='Flores &lt;3'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0v00jlfxXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4O2t8aA8zek/s72-c/Foto+1428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4144666323636779095</id><published>2010-01-09T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:46:18.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida es...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0l3orAj9jI/AAAAAAAAANw/ciBX60M6n2k/s1600-h/arm%26hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0l3orAj9jI/AAAAAAAAANw/ciBX60M6n2k/s400/arm%26hammer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424998766768027186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como un detergente ARM&amp;amp;HAMMER, por qué no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4144666323636779095?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4144666323636779095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4144666323636779095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4144666323636779095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4144666323636779095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-vida-es.html' title='La vida es...'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0l3orAj9jI/AAAAAAAAANw/ciBX60M6n2k/s72-c/arm%26hammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5625959392754667469</id><published>2010-01-09T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:42:03.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..............................grito desesperado a la Munch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0l2qkB_7zI/AAAAAAAAANo/-iE_dSM-Vrw/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0l2qkB_7zI/AAAAAAAAANo/-iE_dSM-Vrw/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424997699743117106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ESSENCIALS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy harta, quisiera que muchas cosas que he visto y conozco desaparecian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refiriendome a básicamente el arte. El arte dejó de ser arte para mí y pasó a hacerme un liquado asqueroso que me proboca desanimo, desesperanza, melancolía, nostalgía, nauseas, gritos ahogados, dolor de cabeza y sobre todo de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;VERTEBRAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15180982-5625959392754667469?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5625959392754667469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5625959392754667469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5625959392754667469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5625959392754667469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/grito-desesperado-la-munch.html' title='..............................grito desesperado a la Munch'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0l2qkB_7zI/AAAAAAAAANo/-iE_dSM-Vrw/s72-c/DSC_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2049571878361450095</id><published>2010-01-09T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:29:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Objetos. No arte-objeto, eso fue hace años.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyVrAqBTI/AAAAAAAAANg/Tx2ZmoFZKBg/s1600-h/pincel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyVrAqBTI/AAAAAAAAANg/Tx2ZmoFZKBg/s400/pincel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424992942792770866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyVJih2kI/AAAAAAAAANY/HICRUXoRi-U/s1600-h/Mic5899+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyVJih2kI/AAAAAAAAANY/HICRUXoRi-U/s400/Mic5899+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424992933808036418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyU5pTiFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x4J14Ho7CzE/s1600-h/cordon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyU5pTiFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x4J14Ho7CzE/s400/cordon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424992929541490770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lxHONGtoI/AAAAAAAAANI/dbakItauyt8/s1600-h/Camera.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lxHONGtoI/AAAAAAAAANI/dbakItauyt8/s400/Camera.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424991595030558338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lsxl2ESiI/AAAAAAAAANA/7OTVMzXHrMo/s1600-h/sax.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lsxl2ESiI/AAAAAAAAANA/7OTVMzXHrMo/s400/sax.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424986825372748322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oddly unfashiionable... Ja, me pregunto quién leerá mis mierdas aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graicas por su atento minuto de vida. Ya mal gaste mucho yo, ahora me toca a mi tomar venganza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-2049571878361450095?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2049571878361450095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2049571878361450095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2049571878361450095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2049571878361450095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/objetos-no-arte-objeto-eso-fue-hace.html' title='Objetos. No arte-objeto, eso fue hace años.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0lyVrAqBTI/AAAAAAAAANg/Tx2ZmoFZKBg/s72-c/pincel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8850598910298447077</id><published>2010-01-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:47:57.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you a happy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0ldBS4Dl-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fbdYhFgHWIM/s1600-h/DSC07133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0ldBS4Dl-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fbdYhFgHWIM/s400/DSC07133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424969502972680162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postal para desearles feliz año nuevo :) espero que vengan cosas mejores, yo espero que se vayan ya las malas experiencias al por mayor y todo se relaje...(esto último para mí)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en mi postal están 5 personas que amo: Gwen, Pauli, Pan, Huguito, y Xime. (siempre es importante decir lo que sientes sino nunca es real). Me faltó Bolivar y Bieno. Pero bueno están ahí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-8850598910298447077?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8850598910298447077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8850598910298447077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8850598910298447077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8850598910298447077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-you-happy-new-year.html' title='i wish you a happy new year'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/S0ldBS4Dl-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fbdYhFgHWIM/s72-c/DSC07133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4960500733229600138</id><published>2009-07-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:49:11.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hombres hermosos</title><content type='html'>Bien, dont care! :D he decidido hacer un post recopilatorio de galanes que para algunos de mis amigos son equis pero para mi simplemente son lo más hermoso que hay en la tierra &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es que...VEANLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a517.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/116/m_78918eb7264b96d8bf0cab72e28e230c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turco, ahorita ya es un abuelo pero qué cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 151px; height: 216px;" src="http://a38.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_5147a004df2bad8c96819465171923a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este sale en un video de mstrkrft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SmIc-7OxiOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kwcA0poGmVw/s400/Imagen+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continuará...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4960500733229600138?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4960500733229600138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4960500733229600138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4960500733229600138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4960500733229600138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2009/07/hombres-hermosos.html' title='hombres hermosos'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SmIc-7OxiOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kwcA0poGmVw/s72-c/Imagen+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-213590121303831443</id><published>2009-06-27T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:07:23.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SkbqjZdaKwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-h5_YIQ7PYo/s1600-h/logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SkbqjZdaKwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-h5_YIQ7PYo/s400/logo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352223101026970370" 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/15180982-213590121303831443?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/213590121303831443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=213590121303831443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/213590121303831443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/213590121303831443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SkbqjZdaKwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-h5_YIQ7PYo/s72-c/logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6514716325945186822</id><published>2008-11-02T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:11:00.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Por fiel que uno quiera ser, nunca deja de traicionar la singularidad del otro a quien se dirige." J. Derrida</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6514716325945186822?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6514716325945186822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6514716325945186822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6514716325945186822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6514716325945186822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/11/por-fiel-que-uno-quiera-ser-nunca-deja.html' title='&quot;Por fiel que uno quiera ser, nunca deja de traicionar la singularidad del otro a quien se dirige.&quot; J. Derrida'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6392476108788652441</id><published>2008-10-07T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:58:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El arlequín del Guernica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;El otro día durante la clase de Semiótica (estudio de los signos) salió el te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ma del Guernica. Pues, analizando el motivo y los signos que Picasso había detallado en la obra, el profesor nos explicó que en ella se hayaba un arlequín, obviamente implícito. Además de todos los demás signos, como el toro "el gobierno" que observa con sus ojos para todos lados, "el grito desesperado" del pueblo, el guerrero, el caballo representando al pueblo, el brazo largo que viene de arriba con una lampara como "la esperanza",etc . . . Se encuentra un arlequín.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;El profe puso una imagen a penas visible del contorno de su rostro y señaló más o menos sus rasgos más representativos con la mano. Más tarde, Xime me pidió que le explicara porque ella faltó a esa clase, con gusto le expliqué haciendo photoshop en una imagen pequeña del Guernica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aquí:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOwFZexO4GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5XTuvi-ivE/s1600-h/guernica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOwFZexO4GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5XTuvi-ivE/s320/guernica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254580800548954210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lo rojo es el contorno del rostro, lo que está en amarillo es un ojo, una lágrima, y un bigote.&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/15180982-6392476108788652441?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6392476108788652441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6392476108788652441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6392476108788652441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6392476108788652441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-arlequn-del-guernica.html' title='El arlequín del Guernica'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOwFZexO4GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d5XTuvi-ivE/s72-c/guernica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-532329980672662780</id><published>2008-10-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:58:02.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebastien Grainger...a exquisite homosexual.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Death from above 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big deal huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabó muy pronto, escuché, porque Jeese y Sebastien eran pareja, hubo probs y ahí terminó. (Pero no sé bien, sólo estoy especulando para que esto tenga más emoción)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSTRKRFT . . . hecho por jeese y otro wey, es en pocas palabras, uno de mis conjuntos de música para bailar FAVORITOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastien Grainger &amp;amp; the mountains es . . . sin duda uno de mis musicos para escuchar, oir, cantar, bailar, pensar, loquear, vivir y morir FAVORITOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias n. por la veracidad con la pones downloads de música exquisita en nuestras manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SShcGkl6jEc/SOmYEJ3umWI/AAAAAAAABxE/BOstXw36DCM/s320/874789.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploadjockey.com/download/9614818/sgtm.rar"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password: nodata.tv&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/15180982-532329980672662780?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/532329980672662780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=532329980672662780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/532329980672662780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/532329980672662780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/10/sebastien-graingera-exquisite.html' title='Sebastien Grainger...a exquisite homosexual.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SShcGkl6jEc/SOmYEJ3umWI/AAAAAAAABxE/BOstXw36DCM/s72-c/874789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-1152963523010310113</id><published>2008-10-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:26:50.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me compré una camarita lomogr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;áfica, se llama Holga y me puse a sacar fotirris. El pequeño inconveniente es que los rollos, la revelada e impresión sale medio caro. No importa, me encantan las fotos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas son de un día que fui a comer chiles en nogada con Ximi, durante la ida al centro, pasamos y tomé la de la torre. Fuimos a santa fe a dejar a una amiga suya, regresamos a Travasares. Enfrente había como un parquesin y un bus que servía como instalación y como lugar donde imparten talleres, le tomé una foto a Xime enfrende de él. A Travasares ya no entré, en cambio Adrián me llamó y me dijo que fueramos a su casa. Y ahí tomé las fotos de todos tocando  música hermosa. Atrás había mucha gente random que me arrepiento de no haberles tomado foto. Un día después salí con Jules, Renata y Leco, fuimos otra vez a casa de Adrián.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Fotos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhGpZFzTpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BwkskiSH1nA/s1600-h/casaadrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhGpZFzTpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BwkskiSH1nA/s400/casaadrian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253526642251484818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhF5pVuyjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mk2MitTiDf4/s1600-h/xim-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhF5pVuyjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mk2MitTiDf4/s400/xim-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253525821979544114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhDa5rd1jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Bge_4PKH2Io/s1600-h/torrelatino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhDa5rd1jI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Bge_4PKH2Io/s400/torrelatino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253523094766474802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhLDfGj9FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VwmtAsmnHpU/s1600-h/badino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhLDfGj9FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VwmtAsmnHpU/s400/badino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253531488588395602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhBgPQ1q6I/AAAAAAAAAII/KwgEdptIdSg/s1600-h/luis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhBgPQ1q6I/AAAAAAAAAII/KwgEdptIdSg/s400/luis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253520987436460962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhDbOdc9HI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QLQGKq-Y4OI/s1600-h/juls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhDbOdc9HI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QLQGKq-Y4OI/s400/juls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253523100344841330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhBgBfK8vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FE9YjktSGRI/s1600-h/minaadrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhBgBfK8vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FE9YjktSGRI/s400/minaadrian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253520983738479346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhLDqXH9lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gGRyKkelctg/s1600-h/lecojules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhLDqXH9lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gGRyKkelctg/s400/lecojules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253531491610654290" 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/15180982-1152963523010310113?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1152963523010310113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=1152963523010310113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/1152963523010310113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/1152963523010310113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/10/lomo.html' title='Lomo'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/SOhGpZFzTpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BwkskiSH1nA/s72-c/casaadrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6865025519219987143</id><published>2008-07-19T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:11:43.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle dark man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La historia es que tenía un scratch sin terminar con la figura de... y prefiero no contar mejor. Estaría muy bien que me dejarán la impresión que les dio este pequeño retrato que hice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v297/218/9/591775192/n591775192_3551254_4337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v297/218/9/591775192/n591775192_3551254_4337.jpg" alt="" 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/15180982-6865025519219987143?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6865025519219987143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6865025519219987143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6865025519219987143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6865025519219987143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/eagle-dark-man.html' title='Eagle dark man.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-7982883731282062643</id><published>2008-07-18T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:08:30.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace tiempo que quiero unas botas. Más o menos así, dónde puedo encontrar unas así? HELP!&lt;br /&gt;Las moradas no me gusta que esten abiertas, pero pues equis, es la idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/7e/b/AAAAAt0UHDIAAAAAAH6wLA.jpg?v=" 1193243366000="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoomcc.richfx.com.edgesuite.net/zoomcc_stevemadden/image/media/BETSEY_COGNAC-LE_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoomcc.richfx.com.edgesuite.net/zoomcc_stevemadden/image/media/MIDORY_PURPLE-SUEDE_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-7982883731282062643?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7982883731282062643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=7982883731282062643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/7982883731282062643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/7982883731282062643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/booties.html' title='Booties'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-450752953598123794</id><published>2008-07-04T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:24:23.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;::oye ven amor sientate. qué? prefieres q te diga chica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste... &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/15180982-450752953598123794?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/450752953598123794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=450752953598123794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/450752953598123794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/450752953598123794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/oye-ven-amor-sientate.html' title='Wasted Minds'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-7821312159806104981</id><published>2008-06-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:10:22.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariel Rivera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy tuve el peor sueño de mi vida y el mejor, gran pesadilla que me hizo llorar mientras todavia estaba dormida. Digo el mejor porque gracias a él sentí a mi papa como si estuviera vivo. Lo sentí muy cerca.  Not big deal, just my father was alive and he didnt want me. Los detalles son estupidos. El estaba vivo despues de tantos años, yo lo veia dormir en mi casa, y pensé q estaba solo esperando a que yo bajara a verlo. Pero cuando por fin lo hize, porque tenia un miedo horrible. Estaba ahi, sano y salvo, joven. Muy joven. Y lo peor es que no podía abrazarlo ni besarlo. Estaba casado y tenia una hija. Y ellas me odiaban, no me soportaban ahi, yo sentía lo mismo hacia ellas. No, lo peor no fue eso. Lo peor es que mi papa no me queria tanto como a ellas. Me decia que por favor lo entendiera y me pidio que no lo llamara papa, para que su hija no se molestara. Me pedia que no lo abrazara. Ni pensar pedirle que se quedara a vivir conmigo. Él se iba, como si no estuviera.&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/15180982-7821312159806104981?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7821312159806104981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=7821312159806104981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/7821312159806104981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/7821312159806104981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/ariel-rivera.html' title='Ariel Rivera'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3074927698973404225</id><published>2008-06-24T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:29:28.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a nice day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Un día perfecto para mi sería despertarme y tener un sentimiento de energía pura, sin cansancio, con mucha voluntad y nada de flojera. Después encontrarme con una tina antigua de baño llena de agua cristalina y caliente. Entrar en ella y estar ahí relajada por tan sólo 20 minutos, pero que esos minutos parecieran horas y horas de relajación... sin nada de música, sólo escuchando el sonido natural de fuera. Salir de esa tina y encontrar en mi closet unos buenos pantalones, cómodos, y a mi medida junto con una playera chingona. En ese momento saldría al aeropuerto a comprar boletos para Suecia. Encontrarme con amigos y recorrer la ciudad, más en la tarde entrar a una cafetería linda pero no atascada de gente y comer un delicioso pay con una taza de té, el pay suficientemente dulce para no tener que endulzar el té y que se complementen. Después enterarme que esa noche The Hives estarán en algún pub dando un mini concierto. Entrar a una tienda de discos y películas y comprar lo más raro e interesante que he podido encontrar ahí. Tomar fotos de estos momentos, de detalles simples y cosas monas. Ya más tarde, que llegando al pub, haya bastante gente, muy emocionada por verlos a todos y pasar una calurosa noche, escuchando este rock garage que a todos nos llena de felicidad. Terminando el concierto, Pelle esté por ahí, toparlo y tener una charla acerca de qué tal nos va en la vida. Conocer a un "nice guy" que me platique de cosas que jamás he platicado, que me invite a tomar un paseo después de eso. Después llegar a mi hotel, sin ningún dolor de cabeza y dormir como ángel. &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/15180982-3074927698973404225?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3074927698973404225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3074927698973404225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3074927698973404225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3074927698973404225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-nice-day.html' title='Have a nice day!'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6463182511761126409</id><published>2008-06-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:12:27.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;They made me so comfortable of myself&lt;br /&gt;from in and in, from on to on, have fun and good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Savory crackets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you have to go and taste and be tasted by the true young love&lt;br /&gt;if there is not, take some pictures, they certainly made you feel comfortable of yourself&lt;br /&gt;I fly every morning, for at least 15 minutes or so, sometimes i don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;but she's says hey! don't be so lazy&lt;br /&gt;you know you always feel better when you're comfortable&lt;br /&gt;and please whenever trying to res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ist&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't run, they could be your first true love&lt;br /&gt;don't even hesitate and accept it. Cause you always wanted to fly,&lt;br /&gt;for at least 15 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;So stop runing away...&lt;br /&gt;...I said. I won't have a family, i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;t you.&lt;br /&gt;why do I need a family? If I got you and my pictures,&lt;br /&gt;that make me feel so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;i fly every morning for least 15 minutes or so&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not at all sure of what this is all about.&lt;br /&gt;I rather prefer to say no to you...well... i'll try to, at least anyway&lt;br /&gt;Breaking any single rule for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;M. C. is where we should fly.&lt;br /&gt;So how are we gonna make it through?&lt;br /&gt;I'll break every single rule for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imightbewrong.info/pics/entries/freundschaft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.imightbewrong.info/pics/entries/freundschaft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &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/15180982-6463182511761126409?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6463182511761126409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6463182511761126409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6463182511761126409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6463182511761126409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/comfort.html' title='comfort.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4381273305071613314</id><published>2008-01-27T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:38:13.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 de febrero, Acido al Parque. Festival en el parque España, col. Condesa. Arte, musica, ropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 de febrero, http://itesm.facebook.com/event.php?eid=11604730475&amp;amp;ref=nf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 de febrero, Café Tacuba en Palacio de los Deportes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14 de febrero, MX Beat Soundfest 2008: Warm Up Party. Chromeo y Toy Selectah. La Mansión, 23:00, Niza 73 col. Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 de febrero, The Go!Team, Vive Cuervo Salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 de febrero, ADULT. en Pasaje America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de febrero, The Hives, Salon Vive Cuervo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 de febrero, Indie-O Fest, DF. Broken Social Scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Apostle of Hustle, Chikita Violenta, San Pascualito Rey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 de marzo, Thieves Like Us. Lunario del Auditorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;                      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4381273305071613314?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4381273305071613314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4381273305071613314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4381273305071613314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4381273305071613314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5763388019180069703</id><published>2008-01-27T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:24:46.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...te tengo aquí y no sé qué hacer con tu piel, dónde colgarla , a quién regalarla"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vuelo, viento, beso. No lo hicimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bello el velo que cubría su rostro, mis ansias desganadas siempre pensaron que mi viento fue más hermoso que él. Aliens, decian los versos de nuestra tonada, y pensaba en el vacío que me esperaba después de eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leí sus versos y escuchaba stereo, no pensé que fuera tan bello, la helada y el viento que acariciaba sus brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No leeas mis pensamientos, prefiero que me insultes con tus movimientos y pasos. No.. no me gustó y pusieron otra cosa.  A todos les pareció nais, y a mi me recordó al amanecer de ayer, en el que pedí y bebí. No degusté tus besos y tus malditas caricias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿por qué no me haces caso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;perdón, estaba muy ocupada muriendo de frío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿por qué no me besas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;next time baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seguí sin voltear atrás a ver si lo hice bien o lo hice mal. Si lo hice bien me llevo una sonrisa falsa sino me llevo una mirada fea que no le hace daño a mi colección de desagradables alimañas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me gustaría amarante. Me gustaría que existiera esa palabra. El amaranto,  el amor,  y los amantes me gustan. Las palabras sucias como esa no te quedan, sino que moldean tus razones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pensaste en blanco. Maldito blanco, por qué es tan bello? Nunca había estado tan enamorada, sí, se llama blanco, es galán y está bien bueno. Es pacifico y también puede ser comparado con el vacío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿a poco no es atractivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El negro es como el zorro, no, tampoco son malos, esa pelicula la viste cuando girabas tu dedo sobre la rama del árbol parada debajo de sábanas blancas, un poco manchadas. Claro, depsués de haber dado ya unas cuantas vueltas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solté los globos y volaron, no con la misma astucia del primer viento. Sin embargo lo hicieron sutilmente, casi idéntico a tus pasos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soy tan mala pero me conformo, nunca comeré de esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me como la esperanza que se cultiva,  pero aún así ...prefiero el amaranto, tastes better.&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/15180982-5763388019180069703?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5763388019180069703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5763388019180069703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5763388019180069703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5763388019180069703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/01/tears-begin.html' title='&quot;...te tengo aquí y no sé qué hacer con tu piel, dónde colgarla , a quién regalarla&quot;'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2519694109455576352</id><published>2008-01-24T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:16:26.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Object Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marcel Broodthaers' Use of Bones as a Surrealist Intervention against the Political Cult of the Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imageandnarrative.be/surrealism/images/hackenschmidt06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wolfgang Paalen: "Le genie de l'espece" (1938), © Stiftung Wolfgang und Isabel Paalen, Mexico&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/15180982-2519694109455576352?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2519694109455576352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2519694109455576352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2519694109455576352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2519694109455576352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/01/object-art.html' title='Object Art'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6118749591394328639</id><published>2008-01-10T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:36:52.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Espeis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hace como un año, no recuerdo bien cómo, contacté con Pedro Boronat, en ese entonces creo que lo único a lo que le dedicaba tiempo era su escuela de fotografía. El otro día, viendo lo nuevo que tiene en su flickr (que por cierto ha ido aumentando en calidad) vi el flyer de una exposición en el CENART acerca de foto, animación, dibujo, música y arte sonoro en la que participará él y una lista de como 15 más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lo interesante de la expo es que se llama Mai Espeis, por su nombre puedo imaginar que el arte que será presentado tuvo origen en/por myspace o los participantes fueron hallados gracias a él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h127/mina4demons/maiespeis.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6118749591394328639?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6118749591394328639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6118749591394328639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6118749591394328639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6118749591394328639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2008/01/mai-espeis.html' title='Mai Espeis'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4254607302018768774</id><published>2007-11-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:46:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>otoño - invierno 2007 (espere la proxima temporada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, pues en resumen el punto es que definitivamente estos últimos meses de mi vida han sido de lo mejor de lo mejor mejor. Todo comenzó el día en el que Lazaro Casanova y Menomena se presentaron el mismo día.  Sol, te amooo, punto final. Luego fiestas Sicario! La primera Le Castlevania, Dj Mehdi, la segunda Kavinsky, como amé ese alcohol tan adulterado que me hizo bailar tan extasiante segun alain jajaja. Sake! mucho sake, a montones, jaja nunca había tomado tanto sake con tanto gusto jaja, harakiri knights dag my heart.  Y el domingo de Noche Kaiser en el que  bailé Datarock por segunda vez con Jimenini, amor total  jajajaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todo esto en compañia de pach, ashauri, castor, yomi, yego, monki, emilio, ernesto, rule, alain, pft! que hermosas personas toooodas! A pesar del frío cabron y de que casi no me recupero de las lesiones en los pulmones por haber inhalado kilos y kilos de tierra en polvo, el manifest fue lo mejor, en sí no el festival, sino la fiesta en camino real, el chico de whitest boy baile y baile en su mega viaje, los de the rapture, debo admitirlo, un pco nerdies. Después una mezcla entre frustración, nervios, y decepción al ver que interpol estaba ahí a menos de 6 metros! y que no pude hablarles, lo siento pero no pude. Además de que estaban muy en su pedo. Finalmente Daft Punk, no puedo amar más a dos personas en un escenario con una pirámide de mas de 3 metros de altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15180982-4254607302018768774?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4254607302018768774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4254607302018768774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4254607302018768774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4254607302018768774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/11/otoo-invierno-2007-espere-la-proxima.html' title='otoño - invierno 2007 (espere la proxima temporada)'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6979078667158143443</id><published>2007-07-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:18:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/Rq68f4hEKSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FTReOp_ML9M/s1600-h/jeez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/Rq68f4hEKSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FTReOp_ML9M/s400/jeez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093215484535646498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/5607/glast20062amm4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6979078667158143443?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6979078667158143443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6979078667158143443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6979078667158143443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6979078667158143443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/weakness.html' title='weakness'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/Rq68f4hEKSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FTReOp_ML9M/s72-c/jeez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4552718889503316260</id><published>2007-07-21T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:57:02.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El concierto más corto del mundo</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vYlHTGsmso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4552718889503316260?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4552718889503316260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4552718889503316260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4552718889503316260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4552718889503316260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-concierto-ms-corto-del-mundo.html' title='El concierto más corto del mundo'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2193933712203919520</id><published>2007-07-19T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:34:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We went on 3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/RqArzlEfHOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VMEjI9T-1jw/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/RqArzlEfHOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VMEjI9T-1jw/s400/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089115744052911330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and it was G.O.O.D.&lt;br /&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/15180982-2193933712203919520?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2193933712203919520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2193933712203919520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2193933712203919520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2193933712203919520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/tri-di-imax-zntrika-feas-palabras.html' title='We went on 3D'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9E24kHs1iTA/RqArzlEfHOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VMEjI9T-1jw/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4435151502165477330</id><published>2007-07-18T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:45:08.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michel Gondry, Oliver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Siempre me ha gustado la dirección de Michel Gondry, una de sus peliculas está en mi lista de favoritas favoritas. Su música e ideas no le vinieron mal al nuevo anuncio publicitario de HP sin embargo éste fue dirigido por su hermano, Oliver Gondry.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta mucho el intercambio realidad-ficción, me recuerda a "La Ciencia y el Sueño". Tal vez todo el contenido imaginativo y creativo sea de Michel y siempre sea así, pero a mí me pareció un muy buen trabajo de Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;Este anuncio definitivamente deja de ser tan cuadrado como los anteriores de HP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="266" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/4jmzAimH2OdRXdNHI"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/4jmzAimH2OdRXdNHI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="266" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1yi2a_hp-michel-gondry"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4435151502165477330?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4435151502165477330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4435151502165477330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4435151502165477330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4435151502165477330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/hp-michel-gondry-uploaded-by-firat.html' title='Michel Gondry, Oliver.'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-2329217478074420402</id><published>2007-07-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:25:56.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música en la ciudad'/><title type='text'>Próximos Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con un poco de retraso pondré aquí los shous que me sé para lo que resta del 2007, como había dicho los Dancefluors aún no tienen fechas exactas. También hay rumores de que vendrán &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crystal Castles y Digitalism pero no hay nada oficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 JUL - Snow Patrol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 AGO - Travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 AGO - Misfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 AGO - Lazaro Cassanova [Update:18 Jul]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19 SEP - Bloc Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 SEP - Kaiser Chiefs - Salon 21&lt;br /&gt;20 SEP - Guns n Bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SEP - Dancefluor 3 Uffie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 OCT - Gruff Rhys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 OCT - Porcupine Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;27 OCT - Manifest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OCT - Dancefluor 4 Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3 NOV - Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15 NOV - Soda Stereo - Foro Sol&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/15180982-2329217478074420402?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2329217478074420402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2329217478074420402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2329217478074420402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2329217478074420402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/prximos-shows.html' title='Próximos Shows'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-4957565822785366841</id><published>2007-07-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:35:29.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mina está loca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Something wrong it's going on. I just got prepared to this and look! Fuck DailyMotion. It always has been my favourite videosite and today failed me up. "Last nite" i was talking to a Beatles fan and for the first time in my life i got interested in Stg. Pepper. or whatever is called. I'd never hooked up what does Stg. mean. I gave them an oportunity when... sh sh sh fucked the hole shit.  Bleh! Fuck The Beatles. I love how Dj Mehdi tune in my room. Fuck 70's an 80's even though Barracuda Diner turned into my now favourite  place to stay and have a cigarrette.&lt;br /&gt;Knees get week, it's only just a crush it'll go away.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, now i hate those songs, i hate the voice of that monkey, that's what he's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-4957565822785366841?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4957565822785366841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=4957565822785366841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4957565822785366841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/4957565822785366841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/mina-est-loca.html' title='Mina está loca'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8943979361958709579</id><published>2007-07-11T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:53:54.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ed banger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoteca'/><title type='text'>Dancefluor Volumen 3 y 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Uffie emocionó poniendo en su myspace una fecha para la ciudad de México?  Sí, ya todo mundo sabe que al final no tuvieron lugar y se canceló... pero no nos van a dejar con las ganas.&lt;br /&gt;Dj Chinix la hace de dj, fotógrafo, y diseñador. Le hace el diseño a la tienda de discos "Discoteca", también le saca las buenas nuevas a la productora Imeca y esta vez me trajo dos, y muy buenas.&lt;br /&gt;Las próximas sesiones de Dancefluor serán en Septiembre y Octubre. Me dijo que todavía no hay fechas exactas pero sí me dijo que Uffie viene para la de Sept. y JUSTICE! para la de Octubre.&lt;br /&gt;eh eh qué tal? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/437319533_bf72ac5512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/etrangemelange/" title="Link to etrangemelange's photos"&gt;etrangemelange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-8943979361958709579?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8943979361958709579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5351964700981218004</id><published>2007-07-10T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:56:40.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailymotion'/><title type='text'>Monada</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="266"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3K63CMuHxQteXcSVO"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3K63CMuHxQteXcSVO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="266" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1tto8_unreciprocated-surgery-zombie"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-5351964700981218004?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5351964700981218004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5351964700981218004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5351964700981218004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5351964700981218004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/monada.html' title='Monada'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3286731390841296084</id><published>2007-07-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:52:13.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;we should be dancing&lt;br /&gt;down in pairs&lt;br /&gt;through out the air&lt;br /&gt;on the rain&lt;br /&gt;running down and up the clouds&lt;br /&gt;flying with cotton wings&lt;br /&gt;and eating music&lt;br /&gt;we should being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de música pegajosa y eso podría ser un nuevo hit de antro. eugh.&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/15180982-3286731390841296084?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3286731390841296084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3286731390841296084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3286731390841296084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3286731390841296084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-should-be-dancing-down-in-pairs.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5505834520867290890</id><published>2007-07-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:22:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frida Kahlo, sonreía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/758633558_a37fca656e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;En el museo "Casa Azul" [Frida y Diego Rivera] pusieron obras y material que jamás habían sacado a la luz. Y como la casa cumplió 50 años de ser inhabitada se les ocurrió  ponerlas. De entre lo más interesante que me encontré fue un papelito en el que escribió Frida Kahlo que al conocer a Picasso no le había caído bien, que el tipo había montado una exposición "igualita" a las demás, que qué flojera. jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-5505834520867290890?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5505834520867290890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5505834520867290890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5505834520867290890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5505834520867290890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/frida-kahlo-sonrea.html' title='Frida Kahlo, sonreía'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/758633558_a37fca656e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-277955102569804382</id><published>2007-07-08T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:51:12.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Even though i declare myself a "sounds and maja fan" i know i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I had never heard the song "Don't Want To Hurt You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's goes and fitts perfectly to what i feel about you right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Taking in account that my feelings are constantly changing. specially for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't want hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try not to mess with your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just a matter of trust, for us, for lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I can tell from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why won't you tell me what's really on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need a little more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many times now we've been through this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't say you just wanna go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you know you're on your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't want hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try not to mess with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just a matter of trust, for us, for lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is just too big, it's weighty, that's why we cant' handle it&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/15180982-277955102569804382?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/277955102569804382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=277955102569804382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/277955102569804382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/277955102569804382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-wanna-hurt-now-i-wont-try-to-mess.html' title='The Sounds'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6547303365240106325</id><published>2007-06-25T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:49:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mejor Dedicate A La Politica said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ya no eres johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Orlando said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  no, ahora soy orlando :)&lt;br /&gt;  a ver, dime un nombre grotesco de hombre&lt;br /&gt;  así, grotesco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mejor Dedicate A La Politica says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Agustin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Orlando says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  hmmm&lt;br /&gt;  no se me hace grotesco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mejor Dedicate A La Politica says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  el mío, Rodrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Orlando says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;  no taaaan grotesco  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6547303365240106325?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6547303365240106325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6547303365240106325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6547303365240106325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6547303365240106325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/pachui.html' title='Pachui'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6849008465895216687</id><published>2007-06-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:50:30.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música en la ciudad'/><title type='text'>Niña 22 Junio 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Niña son de Monterrey, se formaron en el año 1996, con constantes cambios en los integrantes de la banda han logrado varias grabaciones, entre discos y eps. "Laredo Love" y "Rocklove" han sido las más importantes. También han salido en las compilaciones de Happy Fi. Me parece que su sonido es algo entre Indie Rock, Glam y Folk. Todas sus letras son en español.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Niña se presentará en La Victoria, junto con el DjSet de Marcela Viejo (Quiero Club) el 22 de Junio del 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.todomimundoacolor.com/concerts/flyers/22junio2007ninaDF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6849008465895216687?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6849008465895216687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6849008465895216687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6849008465895216687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6849008465895216687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/nia-22-junio-2007.html' title='Niña 22 Junio 2007'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-9117392138074464851</id><published>2007-06-12T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:08:02.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discoteca'/><title type='text'>Dj Chinix en La Bipolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.chinix.net/images/bplr1506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-9117392138074464851?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9117392138074464851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=9117392138074464851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/9117392138074464851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/9117392138074464851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/dj-chinix-en-discoteca.html' title='Dj Chinix en La Bipolar'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-1201201771686657074</id><published>2007-06-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:24:32.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i use to shout it to you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a better place&lt;br /&gt;where someone loves me&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll not be there&lt;br /&gt;i wish that space infinite&lt;br /&gt;i wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;because i dont belong here&lt;br /&gt;you dont belong me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill understand someday&lt;br /&gt;when you'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;that love dont necessarilly come&lt;br /&gt;when the figure is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youll be there forever&lt;br /&gt;in my place we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the figure is only a part&lt;br /&gt;apart, ill apart, i swear ill apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i love you   &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/15180982-1201201771686657074?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1201201771686657074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=1201201771686657074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/1201201771686657074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/1201201771686657074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-use-to-shout-it-to-you.html' title='&quot;i use to shout it to you&quot;'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3710504906801162527</id><published>2007-05-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:54:53.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música en la ciudad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good shows'/><title type='text'>Jose Gonzalez en el Lunario 2 Junio</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a69.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00437/86/03/437083068_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jose Gonzalez estará el 2 de Junio, junto con &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/ventilader"&gt;Ventilader&lt;/a&gt;, en el Lunario.&lt;br /&gt;En ticketmaster, los boletos están a $200 cada uno. Los venden también en smarticket y si los quieren gratis, manden un email a promocion@revistamarvin.com contestando a la pregunta ¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cuál es la canción que jose gonzalez hace cover a the knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-3710504906801162527?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3710504906801162527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3710504906801162527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3710504906801162527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3710504906801162527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/jose-gonzalez-en-el-lunario-2-junio.html' title='Jose Gonzalez en el Lunario 2 Junio'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8708513282963889970</id><published>2007-05-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:55:24.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buena fête'/><title type='text'>Festival Mutek Octubre 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MUTEK, el Festival Internacional de cultura gigital, música, sonido y nuevas tecnologías realizado en México pospone sus fechas para el mes de Octubre del 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mutek 4ta edición se lleverá a cabo en la semana del 8 al 13 del mes de Oct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En el sitio de internet www.mutek.com.mx se irán desplegando durante el transcurso del año aquellos artistas nacionales como internacionales que participarán en el festival.&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/15180982-8708513282963889970?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8708513282963889970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8708513282963889970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8708513282963889970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8708513282963889970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/festival-mutek-octubre-2007.html' title='Festival Mutek Octubre 2007'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5461448636483627626</id><published>2007-05-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:27:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nephi You :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h127/mina4demons/flyer.jpg" width=450/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-5461448636483627626?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5461448636483627626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5461448636483627626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5461448636483627626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5461448636483627626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/nephi-you-d.html' title='The Nephi You :D'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3204978161681312684</id><published>2007-05-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:55:53.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ed banger'/><title type='text'>Uffie - 23 de Junio Ciudad México</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://pigmotel.com/images/suites/depop/2006/11/uffie-1B15-pigmotel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uffie de ED Banger Records viene a la ciuadad de México el 23 de Junio del 2007, esto según lo anuncia su &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/uffie"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;, hay que esperar el lugar y si se va a traer a Mr. Oizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-3204978161681312684?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3204978161681312684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3204978161681312684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3204978161681312684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3204978161681312684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/uffie-23-de-junio-ciudad-mxico.html' title='Uffie - 23 de Junio Ciudad México'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8979193551181703202</id><published>2007-05-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:00:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dat Politics pospone fechas para México :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://download-v5.streamload.com/b0323f1b-28af-4afa-9d25-28ced6829cf9/tintin1000/Hosted/dat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;En su &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/myspace.com/datpolitics"&gt;myspace.com/datpolitics&lt;/a&gt; me encontré con que las fechas que ya tenían para la ciudad de México, Guadalajara y Tijuana se posponen, dat politics atribuye esto a un problema de organización.&lt;br /&gt;A mí se me hace que ya no vinieron, al menos pa' pronto i_i&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/15180982-8979193551181703202?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8979193551181703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8979193551181703202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8979193551181703202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8979193551181703202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/dat-politics-pospone-fechas-para-mxico.html' title='Dat Politics pospone fechas para México :('/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3419812865305554205</id><published>2007-05-21T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T13:12:34.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buena fête'/><title type='text'>MSTRKRFT en dancefluor 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0KGecorYnU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0KGecorYnU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/as67EuFRJDY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/as67EuFRJDY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta foto me salió muy mala porque no llevaba mi cám&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1205/728715381_01b677d6bc.jpg"width=300 /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-3419812865305554205?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3419812865305554205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3419812865305554205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3419812865305554205'/><link rel='self' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-2961941990797149752?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2961941990797149752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=2961941990797149752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2961941990797149752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/2961941990797149752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/sesin-tropitek.html' title='Sesión Tropitek'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6991780687292508287</id><published>2007-05-21T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:04:54.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selma + Carrie + Taste Like Chicken Djs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a289.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/01396/88/22/1396182288_l.jpg" /&gt;(Foto:Carrie de Guadalajara)&lt;br /&gt;Selma, Carrie y Taste Like Chicken Djs estarán el 31 de mayo 2007 en la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"terraza del centro cultural españa", el evento es de entrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; libre. El lugar está ubicado en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                   guatemala 18  (detrás de la catedral) centro histórico, méxico D.F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15180982-6991780687292508287?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6991780687292508287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6991780687292508287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6991780687292508287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6991780687292508287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/selma-carrie-taste-like-chicken-djs.html' title='Selma + Carrie + Taste Like Chicken Djs'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8735323435542471248</id><published>2007-05-21T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:03:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Hammond jr. - Vive Cuervo Salón</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.paniko.cl/port/numero_007/hammond.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Como todo mundo ya ha de saber, albert hammond (el guitarrista de The Strokes) estará el 29 de mayo en lo que antes era el Salón 21.  seh...&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/15180982-8735323435542471248?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8735323435542471248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8735323435542471248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8735323435542471248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8735323435542471248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/albert-hammond-jr-vive-cuervo-saln.html' title='Albert Hammond jr. - Vive Cuervo Salón'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-3880619918284885125</id><published>2007-05-21T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T15:09:21.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Trolls 25 de mayo 2007 Cd. México</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La banda de rock progresivo de italia, viene a méxico y presentará su Concerto Grosso el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;próximo 25 de mayo &lt;/span&gt;en la sala Ollin Yolizli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La única fuente que encontré para la venta de boletos es en el Instituo Italiano de Cultura (Francisco Sosa 77, Coyoacán, 5554 0044) y en Discos Aquarius (Coahuila 168, Col. Roma).&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/15180982-3880619918284885125?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3880619918284885125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=3880619918284885125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3880619918284885125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/3880619918284885125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-trolls-25-de-mayo-2007-cd-mxico.html' title='New Trolls 25 de mayo 2007 Cd. México'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-8977948417197444781</id><published>2007-05-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:04:01.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Webley en la ciudad - Mayo 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a566.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00144/56/50/144140565_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jason Webley estuvo y estará durante el mes de mayo en la ciudad de méxico, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mañana 22 de mayo&lt;/span&gt; será su última presentación en un bar llamado "La Bipolar" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;                                   Malitzin 155 Esq. Aguayo, Coyoacan Centro, Mexico City, México&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) el costo es de $50 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/2477/jasontotalvu0.gif"&gt;Click para ver el Flyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15180982-8977948417197444781?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8977948417197444781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=8977948417197444781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8977948417197444781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/8977948417197444781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/jason-webley-en-la-ciudad-mayo-2007.html' title='Jason Webley en la ciudad - Mayo 2007'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-6537085028905869224</id><published>2007-05-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:04:26.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSTRKRFT en México!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/95/262463241_b0ca10bd59.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/95/262463241_b0ca10bd59.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;MSTRKRFT viene a la Ciudad de México el 11 de Mayo. Al siguiente día tocarán en Tijuana, en el bar "La Candelaria". Por mientras, preocupemonos por conseguir las entradas, ya que el evento en el bar "La Tirana"- Zona Rosa es privado. El flyer anuncia que puedes conseguir invitación enviando un mail a eventos@imecamusic.info&lt;br /&gt;*Debes incluir Nombre, Dirección y Teléfono&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/15180982-6537085028905869224?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6537085028905869224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=6537085028905869224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6537085028905869224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/6537085028905869224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/mstrkrft-en-mxico.html' title='MSTRKRFT en México!'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-5645677436891176775</id><published>2007-02-18T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:59:45.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque la ciencia no es uno sino dos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y disfrutas del espacio eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que hay entre los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;una lúgubre mañana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;de sol resplandeciente opaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;las miradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque al buscarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;te pierdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y al perderte me acabas&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/15180982-5645677436891176775?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5645677436891176775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=5645677436891176775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5645677436891176775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/5645677436891176775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/ciencia.html' title='Ciencia'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15180982.post-114447764919739750</id><published>2006-04-07T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:34:14.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it count!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3392/1397/1600/remember%20kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3392/1397/320/remember%20kids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...se ha vuelto de mis frases favoritas...&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/15180982-114447764919739750?l=olivegeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/114447764919739750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15180982&amp;postID=114447764919739750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/114447764919739750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15180982/posts/default/114447764919739750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olivegeuse.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='Make it count!'/><author><name>mina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
