<?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-3404051862534643358</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:22:36.427-08:00</updated><category term='Puto Pensamiento'/><category term='Poema.'/><category term='Palabras Vacias...'/><category term='Poema Mescla.'/><category term='Extraña sensación'/><category term='Relato Extraño'/><category term='Melodía Suicida.'/><category term='Una ida a la mierda'/><category term='GalaxiaMental'/><title type='text'>DReAm's Of My BrOken TRue</title><subtitle type='html'>Tienes Que Tener Mucho Valor Para Decir Lo Que Sientes De Verdad.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-3789511996269455144</id><published>2011-12-24T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:04:06.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le temo a la verdad</title><content type='html'>Un sentimiento a llegado a mi mente, la verdad no se controlarlo, es algo que esta fuera de mi alcance, siento que puedo tocar fondo con el mínimo de esfuerzo no se que me ocurre.                Tengo miedo a mi final, trato de esquivarlo aun así es imposible no recordarlo, esta presente en todo momento. Mi vida es un juego de palabras, en donde no logro entender como puedo seguir sin equivocarme y jugar el juego de la vida, el mas real que mi realidad. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FlnUOxKDpHg/TvaEk_tt32I/AAAAAAAAAZE/CNQC9xAd5UA/s640/blogger-image-1689188472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FlnUOxKDpHg/TvaEk_tt32I/AAAAAAAAAZE/CNQC9xAd5UA/s640/blogger-image-1689188472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-3789511996269455144?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/3789511996269455144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=3789511996269455144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3789511996269455144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3789511996269455144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/12/le-temo-la-verdad.html' title='Le temo a la verdad'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FlnUOxKDpHg/TvaEk_tt32I/AAAAAAAAAZE/CNQC9xAd5UA/s72-c/blogger-image-1689188472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-7004748213452565852</id><published>2011-07-03T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:51:23.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palabras Vacias...'/><title type='text'>La Luz Que Te Guía.</title><content type='html'>La luz del destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como saber que todo lo que no rodea es cierto?&lt;br /&gt;Es algo que aun no descubro... Se que existo por que eso dicen...&lt;br /&gt;¿Sera verdad? ¿seremos de verdad? ¿existiremos? &lt;div&gt;Siempre pienso que la vida es como una pantalla, no sabemos en&lt;br /&gt;Donde estamos ubicados realmente... Creo que las personas no&lt;br /&gt;Se han puesto a pensar en todo... no se dan el tiempo de pensar las cosas&lt;br /&gt;Solo viven y viven... y ni siquiera saben por que lo hacen...&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo observo lo que me rodea es bastante raro,&lt;br /&gt;Aveces entras en pánico y no sabes que hacer ni a quien recurrir&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que es malo pensar demasiado... pero ami no me importa...&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo pienso y pienso... da igual hora lugar estado...Mientras mas pienso&lt;br /&gt;Mas me doy cuenta que es lo que tengo y debo tener...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ser humano por poner un ejemplo es egoísta y solo busca satisfacer&lt;br /&gt;solo sus necesidades, por que no son mas realistas y piensan&lt;br /&gt;Un poco en el de al lado, no cuesta nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil lograr cosas, creo que con apoyo se puede, nunca lo e investigado&lt;br /&gt;Por que no e querido conseguir algo que no sea para mi, solo cosas para mi gusto y para mejorar&lt;br /&gt;" supuestamente mi vida ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos tenemos algo de egoístas en nuestros sueños o deseos o logros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua. . .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-7004748213452565852?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/7004748213452565852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=7004748213452565852' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/7004748213452565852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/7004748213452565852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-luz-que-te-guia.html' title='La Luz Que Te Guía.'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5608751438100133299</id><published>2011-06-19T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:49:55.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraña sensación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palabras Vacias...'/><title type='text'>Vivo del placer y los orgasmos mentales, con el jugo del color, y el sabor de la ilusión . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvgNZ6E0ZJI/TgAi5wJE8HI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6ORvvb1rpAY/s1600/IMG_0517%2B-%2Bcopia%2Bcopia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvgNZ6E0ZJI/TgAi5wJE8HI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6ORvvb1rpAY/s320/IMG_0517%2B-%2Bcopia%2Bcopia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620530710529241202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;El entenderse a uno mismo las 24 horas del día te hace impredecible a la hora de ser tu mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; teniendo un estado mental complejo para desarrollar habilidades insensibles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;juntar muchos pero muchos colores para crear esa ilusión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Vivo del placer y de los orgasmos mentales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Busco ese jugo de colores que pasa por los roses mentales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Busco siempre eso mismo, lamer los sentidos y el gusto, saber como saborear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Vivo del placer y de los orgasmos tuyos mentales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;De las eyaculaciones precoces de tus estados físicos, de tu aliento fresco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;y de una u otra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;sensación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; amorosa. Vivo una vez mas por todo aquello sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Que me da la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;excitación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; de poder obtener algo u alguien para poder ser yo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;La confusión son solo los diferentes colores, ¿cual elegir? ¿a cual obedecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;¿cual es el que debo tener? ¿cual es e que puede ser mio? ¿por que debo elegir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;solo uno?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Bueno el remedio ocasional para todas las veces en estado mal o inconciente vendría siendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;el estar contigo para sentir la variedad de sabores que puedo obtener de ti, las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;ansias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;de conseguir tu sudor y por el ser mojado y a la vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;excitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-5608751438100133299?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5608751438100133299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5608751438100133299' title='1 comentarios'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvgNZ6E0ZJI/TgAi5wJE8HI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6ORvvb1rpAY/s72-c/IMG_0517%2B-%2Bcopia%2Bcopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-7476253446255877500</id><published>2011-06-12T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:27:55.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melodía Suicida.'/><title type='text'>Puto Sonido Silencioso Explosivo</title><content type='html'>Como gestionar todo los sonidos&lt;div&gt;En un solo sonido y una conclusión para nuestra vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una sinfonía de dolor mezclada con odio y lujuria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuestro odio transformándolo en ironía y sarcasmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tras pensar en esos sentimientos lo único que intento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es apartarme de la sociedad y relajarme con un poco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De aliento musical... es ese el sonido del bajo, el que le da &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El puto movimiento a mi cuerpo, por impulsos nerviosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me hacen moverme de forma alocada y violenta... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con saltos, patadas, cabezazos, y golpes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto éxtasis dentro de un solo personaje... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿como hacer para botar todo eso de una vez? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E intentado crearlo, recrearlo, y rehacerlo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entiendo como es que puedo contener tanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melodía sádica... y sangrienta... es ella la que me lleva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A querer destrozar todo lo que me bloquee el paso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debo seguir mi camino... si que nadie me detenga...&lt;br /&gt;Da lo mismo todo solo lo que importa es traspasar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo tipo de impedimentos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-7476253446255877500?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/7476253446255877500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=7476253446255877500' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/7476253446255877500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/7476253446255877500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/06/puto-sonido-silencioso-explosivo.html' title='Puto Sonido Silencioso Explosivo'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1699875800259382916</id><published>2011-06-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:21:31.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relato Extraño'/><title type='text'>Camino Equivocado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Y4fY6WtFQ/TfGa8OC8NQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/M0MQzQUyrNE/s1600/tillas.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Y4fY6WtFQ/TfGa8OC8NQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/M0MQzQUyrNE/s320/tillas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616440569660978434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desperté para ir a joder o mejor dicho para tener sexo contigo,&lt;div&gt;te tome de la mano y luego empezamos a correr, por el pasillo en&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el cual corríamos no existía luz y cada vez que lo recorríamos era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas y mas largo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derepente se me ocurrió prender mi celular, de el salia una luz azul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en ese instante paramos para observar todo lo que nos rodeaba y era exactamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como lo imaginábamos, un túnel o un pasillo como un laberinto, era extraño...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luego de pensar harto y estar quietos... sin pensar de un momento se nos ocurrió&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volver a correr, sin saber donde estaba la salida y el lugar al cual ivamos, no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentía temor, ni dolor, solo alegrías y excitación, con ella todo era mas fácil y no me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;importaba nada, solo correr y correr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Después de correr un largo tiempo, sin saber cuanto habíamos corrido exactamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos besamos, tocamos y no tiramos al suelo a cojer en aquel pasillo, ya la excitación era &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;demasiada debíamos lograr desahogar esa pasión que sosteníamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;En el momento en que teníamos sexo, solo se veían luces, diferentes tipos de luces &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;aveces eran verdes, otras rojas, después la segia el amarillo con azul, una luz violeta &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;que nos segia en todo movimiento, esto hacia que quisiéramos mas el uno del otro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;cada vez esa lujuria ya no se podía controlar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya cuando pensábamos que llevábamos horas nos paramos y seguimos corriendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encontramos varias puertas que suponíamos que podían ser las salidas, abrimos una &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y observamos un circulo que se movía, se agrandaba, aveces se ponia transparente y en&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otras solo parpadeaba, en ese momento todo cambio y mi cuerpo empezó a sudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ella le temblaban las manos, su corazón era mas agitado, creo que todo estaba cambiando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no era mas que un sentimiento artificial e imaginario... en donde nosotros solo eramos imágenes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-1699875800259382916?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1699875800259382916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1699875800259382916' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1699875800259382916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1699875800259382916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/06/camino-equivocado.html' title='Camino Equivocado'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Y4fY6WtFQ/TfGa8OC8NQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/M0MQzQUyrNE/s72-c/tillas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-6596251551421672617</id><published>2011-06-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:36:56.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palabras Vacias...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GalaxiaMental'/><title type='text'>Sentir, Morir, Oír, Pensar, Saber, Enloquecer...</title><content type='html'>Solo existen dos oportunidades, para un mismo sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Solo existen dos respuestas, para una misma persona&lt;br /&gt;Solo existen dos personas, para un mismo sentimiento...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existen cosas que nunca entendemos y yo me pregunto:&lt;br /&gt;" ¿Se han puesto a pensar en entenderse? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo mas normal es que me digan que no...&lt;br /&gt;O lo mas normal seria que me dijeran que si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que le llamamos normal ? Es un " Si " o es un " No "&lt;br /&gt;Las personas no saben el verdadero significado de una palabra...&lt;br /&gt;Y para todo ocupan lo mismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrán que ¿ están equivocados? No lo se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun no me rijo por lo que ellos piensen o ellos divulguen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allá ellos con su pensamiento ilógico y sus ideas poco profundas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de la realidad, de la vida y del amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! amor... Oh ! amores ... Oh! ilusiones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No discutiré lo que realmente vale la pena para cada uno...&lt;br /&gt;Solo me guiare por mi sentidos... y haré lo que debo hacer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-6596251551421672617?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/6596251551421672617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=6596251551421672617' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6596251551421672617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6596251551421672617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/06/sentir-morir-oir-pensar-saber.html' title='Sentir, Morir, Oír, Pensar, Saber, Enloquecer...'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-6206725535895470675</id><published>2011-05-01T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T16:55:19.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una ida a la mierda'/><title type='text'>Una ida a la mierda!</title><content type='html'>Aveces creemos que lo sabemos todo, sin embargo no sabemos ni siquiera la cuarta parte del todo.&lt;div&gt;En los momentos difíciles pensamos y pensamos, no llegamos a ni un lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es fácil para mi decir que algo es consecuente, consciente, y coherente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No lo es, pero quisiera que lo fuera... como toda persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo no es tan maravilloso pero creo que con el tiempo puedo describir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;algo de mi felicidad fortuita, vamos de nuevo a juntarnos y hablar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-6206725535895470675?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/6206725535895470675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=6206725535895470675' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6206725535895470675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6206725535895470675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/05/una-ida-la-mierda.html' title='Una ida a la mierda!'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-2099667397070047849</id><published>2011-01-08T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:53:38.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una ida a la mierda'/><title type='text'>Todo quiero solucionar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se convierte en alegrías...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;{ &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Basta de soportar lo que no queremos soportar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-2099667397070047849?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/2099667397070047849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=2099667397070047849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2099667397070047849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2099667397070047849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2011/01/todo-quiero-solucionar.html' title='Todo quiero solucionar.'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-2644251675285360703</id><published>2010-11-07T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:05:03.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema Mescla.'/><title type='text'>Crear Paraiso Contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TNeAIFBZrXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Yj42M0z8VTY/s1600/DSC03fdsf352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TNeAIFBZrXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Yj42M0z8VTY/s320/DSC03fdsf352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537035143150677362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( mi pieza, mi desorden, mi espacio mental, mi desahogo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola denuevo, hola ¿como estas?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy puedo decir que necesito de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Me di cuenta que el ser humano necesita apoyo,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo necesito eso de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal y como soy " un humano " requiero de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Soñé contigo y pude ver como eras realmente...&lt;br /&gt;Pude haber decidido quedarme contigo en sueños&lt;br /&gt;O ver la realidad de que no estas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No supe cual era la mejor opción...&lt;br /&gt;Lo único que quiero es sentirte,&lt;br /&gt;Quizás mi cuerpo exija mas... Y así mas y mas...&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo, ¿Tú me entiendes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayúdame quizás si sientes lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Ayúdame quizás si eso quieres&lt;br /&gt;Ayúdame quizás si lo sientes de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Ayúdame quizás para ver la realidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-2644251675285360703?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/2644251675285360703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=2644251675285360703' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2644251675285360703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2644251675285360703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/11/crear-paraiso-contigo.html' title='Crear Paraiso Contigo'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TNeAIFBZrXI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Yj42M0z8VTY/s72-c/DSC03fdsf352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1105401312569582961</id><published>2010-11-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:07:39.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GalaxiaMental'/><title type='text'>Entender Y No Entender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TNGxlSXSKaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/M4Pb_lQmgwg/s1600/DSC07sxxsx108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TNGxlSXSKaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/M4Pb_lQmgwg/s320/DSC07sxxsx108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535400671157823906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dos reacciones complejas, a un solo acto.&lt;br /&gt;Una influencia concreta a un dolor descalzo...&lt;br /&gt;Decir cuatro palabras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;significativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, para dos hechos complejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas veces repetir, lo mismo para poder salir.&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros encerrados en ese lugar, muriendo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decepciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vosotros jugando con ese objeto que nosotros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;podríamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; odiar y querer...&lt;br /&gt;Una necesidad grata a los lujuriosos pasos que todos contemplaban.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vimos morir el hecho de forma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;espontánea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de ella todo se lo llevo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos que la idea no era esa, pero la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conclusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seguía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; siendo algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vació&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A nuestras mentes le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pertenecía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y brotaba ese dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez mas dije ser, sentir, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo todo lo que se pudo haber dicho fue por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;reacción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De un sentimiento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tantas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ocasiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dormido estaba, que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;reproducía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ni su nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces eso que paso llevo a cabo el gran plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una palabra de aliento para todo aquel que este muriendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-1105401312569582961?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1105401312569582961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1105401312569582961' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1105401312569582961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1105401312569582961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/11/entender-y-no-entender.html' title='Entender Y No Entender'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TNGxlSXSKaI/AAAAAAAAAVY/M4Pb_lQmgwg/s72-c/DSC07sxxsx108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-9181719591062029810</id><published>2010-10-31T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:09:37.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palabras Vacias...'/><title type='text'>Galaxia Emocional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TM44WtqVYiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2JpkHbwrG_A/s1600/DSC01537+-+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TM44WtqVYiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2JpkHbwrG_A/s320/DSC01537+-+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534422954950353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tengo tantos pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;Miedos tengo...&lt;br /&gt;Y sentimientos ocultos debo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que fue como una bala cuando pasa por tu mente...&lt;br /&gt;Y quedas tirado, sangrando... sin saber a donde iras a llegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es como una galaxia llena de colores, oscuros, o brillantes...&lt;br /&gt;Algo calido y frió a la vez, algo quizás para las personas " sin sentido”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento algo extraño, extrañado, y extrañando...&lt;br /&gt;Me e dado cuenta de muchas cosas las cuales me hacen sentir bien y mal...&lt;br /&gt;Pero el miedo, tengo miedo en realidad, no me había pasado esto de hace ya bastante tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se que hago, no se que hacer... solo pienso y pienso, a pesar de que no llegue a ni un lado...&lt;br /&gt;Me siento algo incomodo y a veces soy como un elemento distractor...&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir cosas... lo malo es que creo que no pueden sentir lo mió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza gira entorno a una persona. . .&lt;br /&gt;Y no se realmente que esta sucediendo, no me siento estupido, me siento normal&lt;br /&gt;Pero extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento tantas cosas que no como expresarlas...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de mí.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-9181719591062029810?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/9181719591062029810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=9181719591062029810' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/9181719591062029810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/9181719591062029810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/10/galaxia-emocional.html' title='Galaxia Emocional'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TM44WtqVYiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2JpkHbwrG_A/s72-c/DSC01537+-+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5736054831454378775</id><published>2010-10-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:11:50.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema Mescla.'/><title type='text'>Mescla De Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como es que los colores detuvieron la pasión&lt;br /&gt;El dolor los dejo salir volar y morir...&lt;br /&gt;¿Te diste cuenta de lo que provocaste?&lt;br /&gt;El dolor no se olvida, ni se olvidara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta de conclusiones y más ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;A las cuentas regresivas de esas grandiosas e iluminadas factores&lt;br /&gt;Que rodeaban el pudor y la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Creyeron ser libres, sin saber donde ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy los vimos caer, sin razón morir...&lt;br /&gt;En tanto todo es igual, y ese avanzar es sinónimo de ir atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Dos palabras para ese hecho, el de volver a querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degradación de pecado con la lujuria y ese sentido&lt;br /&gt;Que damos bienvenida al sicológico pensamiento del amor y&lt;br /&gt;Lo sexual de la relación compleja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por allí danzaban las nubes y por dentro de su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Vibraba la sangre que brotaba de sus poros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentían tanta alegría y tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;Que era tan extraño ver como podían padecer&lt;br /&gt;De aquel sentimiento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creado por esa gran mezcla de colores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-5736054831454378775?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5736054831454378775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5736054831454378775' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5736054831454378775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5736054831454378775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-es-que-los-colores-detuvieron-la.html' title='Mescla De Color'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-4993431698037666653</id><published>2010-08-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:55:39.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puto Pensamiento'/><title type='text'>Uno Mas De Los Putos Pensamientos</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Empiezas a creer que todo es real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Que todo anda bien y que por fin resulta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Le doy un consejo a mi "pequeño cerebro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Algo de amor, amistad, odio y tranquilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Con mezclas de desilusión, protección, anhelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Quizás el no entiende... ¿Yo? tampoco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Son solo cosas que llegan y así como lo hacen se van...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Quisiera saber si en el mundo real existe lo real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;No las ilusiones que te hacen creer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;Donde esta la originalidad de los sentimientos rotundos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;El "Querer" de manera real con significado alguno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;¡Ya! ¿Donde? ¡Ya! quizás Ya hasta cuando...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-4993431698037666653?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/4993431698037666653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=4993431698037666653' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4993431698037666653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4993431698037666653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/08/empiezas-creer-que-todo-es-real-que.html' title='Uno Mas De Los Putos Pensamientos'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-37326473592331300</id><published>2010-08-19T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:14:09.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puto Pensamiento'/><title type='text'>Dia Normal Y Anormal</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hoy un día normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No e querido saber de nadie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Menos de mi... es increíble lo que puede pasar por mi mente a ratos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tan vació me encuentro hoy que no se donde voy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Quiero correr... pero ni siquiera sé donde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hasta cuando con esto mi mente gira y gira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;En Esas vueltas todo aparece y desaparece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No entiendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-37326473592331300?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/37326473592331300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=37326473592331300' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/37326473592331300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/37326473592331300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoy-un-dia-normal.html' title='Dia Normal Y Anormal'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-214859800486929134</id><published>2010-07-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:14:58.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palabras Vacias...'/><title type='text'>El Miedo A Sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TM5DE-cEQsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/V4UMllP1jag/s1600/DSC01641%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TM5DE-cEQsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/V4UMllP1jag/s320/DSC01641%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534434744844174018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TDDSPKzZPRI/AAAAAAAAAUE/zSkD94Orw2I/s1600/DSC01641+-+copia.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;No Tengo miedo al amor...&lt;br /&gt;Al Perder, Al Amar,&lt;br /&gt;Al Odiar, Al Persistir,&lt;br /&gt;Al Volver, Al Querer&lt;br /&gt;Al Sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo como pensarlo&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé que existe algo...&lt;br /&gt;Pero no puedo sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Me siento frió...&lt;br /&gt;Yo quede en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Era una necesidad&lt;br /&gt;Expresar lo que sentía y decía...&lt;br /&gt;De eso morí, de eso me arrepentí&lt;br /&gt;Quise decir luego sentí...&lt;br /&gt;Di tantas vueltas a lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca llegué a ni un lado...&lt;br /&gt;Fue solo un momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedo olvidado...&lt;/p&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/3404051862534643358-214859800486929134?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/214859800486929134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=214859800486929134' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/214859800486929134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/214859800486929134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-tengo-miedo-al-amor.html' title='El Miedo A Sentir'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/TM5DE-cEQsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/V4UMllP1jag/s72-c/DSC01641%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1657253041386305673</id><published>2009-10-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:19:22.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema.'/><title type='text'>El Mundo Es Una Ilusión</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; Nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vivimos solo para crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para cuando ya no estemos vivos,&lt;br /&gt;Sintamos que eso es vivir...&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutar bellos momentos, sin saber&lt;br /&gt;Si cuando muertos podremos vivir eso,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me pregunto que significa morir,&lt;br /&gt;Pero con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;significados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que el hombre no le&lt;br /&gt;Halla dado, por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; no me importan esos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces pienso que es como otro mundo donde&lt;br /&gt;Solo se cultivaran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fantasías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ilusiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pero no vivas,&lt;br /&gt;Que abra mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de esto... no lo se...&lt;br /&gt;Me intriga no saber &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; pasara y a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; le llamamos futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saco con crear de todo en el mundo vivo, si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;moriré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es un deber? ¿Una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obligación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? ¿Una oportunidad?&lt;br /&gt;¿Un deseo? ¿Un comienzo? ¿Un final?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que es que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;viviré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; esa duda, hasta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; me muera&lt;br /&gt;Y hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sabré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; es lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... y siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mi mente&lt;/i&gt; va más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de todo lo &lt;i&gt;común&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Piensa&lt;/i&gt; más de lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;debería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;hacer&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Siente &lt;i&gt;más de&lt;/i&gt; lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;debería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;sentir&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Crea más de lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; creo &lt;i&gt;poder&lt;/i&gt; crea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-1657253041386305673?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1657253041386305673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1657253041386305673' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1657253041386305673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1657253041386305673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-mundo-es-ilucion-nuestra-ilucion.html' title='El Mundo Es Una Ilusión'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-8430757050721087512</id><published>2009-10-22T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:20:44.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema Mescla.'/><title type='text'>Pasos Del Mismo Tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría decir que mis pasos los di en buen momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Y que mi mente sangraba desde hace días, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Pensaba el dolor en sufrimiento y talvez quería ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Miraba lo que pasaba, Siempre lo hice, pero esos huesos bloqueaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Mi mente, querían ser disparados y también desechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Tomé mi dolor y en eso lo miré, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Atento... ya no es mió lo regale al viento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Para que se lo llevase lejos no me importo donde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Solo lejos donde no sienta mis respiros y mis olores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Es incomprensible aquel momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Escupir el odio quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Romper Barreras sin parar, caer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Sentir mi cabeza estrellarse con el piso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Volverme a parar y correr hasta donde llegue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: silver;"&gt;Así poder perder todo, todo lo que algún día tuve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-8430757050721087512?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/8430757050721087512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=8430757050721087512' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/8430757050721087512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/8430757050721087512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/podria-decir-ke-mis-pasos-los-di-en.html' title='Pasos Del Mismo Tiempo'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1994568892201448076</id><published>2009-10-11T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:21:53.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema.'/><title type='text'>Tiempo Correr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/i/2007/338/d/2/Black_and_white_by_tangytamarind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 225px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/i/2007/338/d/2/Black_and_white_by_tangytamarind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Veo el tiempo correr tan rápido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Veo como todo se alejan de mi y miedo a veces siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dolor me trae el tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Como también alegrías e ilusiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me a traído corazones y almas buenas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Siento que avanzo y retrocedo al mismo tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Doy tiempo a mis sentimientos...&lt;br /&gt;Madurarlos, Conocerlos, Creer&lt;br /&gt;Que en mi puedo confiar y no sentirme Inseguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mirar siempre de frente y que nadie me diga que debo&lt;br /&gt;Hacer o que no debo hacer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;También quiero lograr sentirme querido&lt;br /&gt;Por otra persona que no sea por momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir esas emociones ocultas que aun no puedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compartir momentos preciosos y no dudar de actos&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentido, dar vuelta a la pagina sin sentir nada&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo camino y superándome cada día más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quizás no lo leas nunca pero&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black;"&gt;tú en mi vivirás siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-1994568892201448076?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1994568892201448076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1994568892201448076' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1994568892201448076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1994568892201448076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/veo-el-tiempo-correr-tan-rapido-veo.html' title='Tiempo Correr'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-3218218393749179092</id><published>2009-10-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:41:59.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs13/300W/f/2007/068/2/5/Leave_them_kids_alone_by_petitescargot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 351px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs13/300W/f/2007/068/2/5/Leave_them_kids_alone_by_petitescargot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Tan preocupado eh estado, Tantas emociones directas como indirectas eh sentido.&lt;br /&gt;No se por donde empezar a demostrar lo que quiero,&lt;br /&gt;En estos momentos necesito un abrazo... el que siempre e necesitado&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de cariño o talvez comprension... Tan alejado de esa necesidad hasta donde podre llegar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dia normal se puede transformar de ilucion buena a ser un dia mas como todos los demas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Es lo que toda persona hace ser costumbre su dia a dia...&lt;br /&gt;Creo que es por eso que me cuesta entender a toda la gente, tengo muchas mezclas de sentimientos y emociones que me limitan a ser yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos los dias lucho contra la infelicidad de mierda que me podria invadir, es una guerra constante en donde cada dia debo salir completo y sin dolor, sin tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun asi es dificil seguir...&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/3404051862534643358-3218218393749179092?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/3218218393749179092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=3218218393749179092' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3218218393749179092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3218218393749179092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/tan-preocupado-e-estado-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1378448282136142768</id><published>2009-10-03T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:34:41.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SscLRAHw07I/AAAAAAAAAMk/4EaqWvb76S8/s1600-h/abismo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SscLRAHw07I/AAAAAAAAAMk/4EaqWvb76S8/s320/abismo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388287865890329522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Una ves mas quiero caer, dejar de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ver que puedo creer en alguien y no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sentirme tan solo, quiero creer que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Puedo volver a sentir, Que no soy yo ese vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Que no soy yo el que tiene ese dolor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;El que creyo que podrias dejar todo por mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Que extraño sentimiento mas querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sera la belleza oculta lo que cada vez mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me atrae... No lo sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Creo que yo queria eso, ahora no lo tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Nisiquiera puedo pensar que lo perdi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Por que asi fue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Que extraño como fuí yo contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Cuando mas necesitabas de mi...&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/3404051862534643358-1378448282136142768?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1378448282136142768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1378448282136142768' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1378448282136142768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1378448282136142768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-ves-mas-quiero-caer-dejar-de-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SscLRAHw07I/AAAAAAAAAMk/4EaqWvb76S8/s72-c/abismo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1437867056347212413</id><published>2009-10-03T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:38:11.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iglesiaconcordiaii.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/nota_musical.jpg?w=155&amp;amp;h=181"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 181px;" src="http://iglesiaconcordiaii.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/nota_musical.jpg?w=155&amp;amp;h=181" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4ac6fd8f65fb18b31247968" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed"&gt;La Musica Es La Unica Que Me Calma...Y La Ke Me Entiende... La Que Me Aconseja, Y La Que Solo Calla, La Que Me Hace Pensar Y Disfrutar... Y En Ocaciones Ser Feliz Con Lo Mas Minimo Que Puedan Entregarme, En Fin La Musica Es Escuchar Mi Corazón Latir,&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Por Algun Amor Que Me Quiera Como Yo Soy.....♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3404051862534643358-1437867056347212413?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1437867056347212413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1437867056347212413' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1437867056347212413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1437867056347212413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-musica-es-la-unica-que-me-calma.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-4316924024774419298</id><published>2009-10-01T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:17:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SsWYVXnLEWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fqpPCv_kVjk/s1600-h/Copia+de+DSC04015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SsWYVXnLEWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fqpPCv_kVjk/s320/Copia+de+DSC04015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387880022101660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ahora veo quien me quiere y quien no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Me doy cuenta de todos los errores que e cometido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y estoy consciente de los que seguire cometiendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Creo que no cambiare al zik que llevo dentro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Me a sido dificil tratar de entenderme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sobre todo con una bipolaridad de mierda que aveces me hace ser estupido*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O el orgullo que quisas aveces no me deja creer como yo creo que lo deberia hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quien me entiende en realidad el dia en que alguien me entienda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ya no estaré *&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/3404051862534643358-4316924024774419298?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/4316924024774419298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=4316924024774419298' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4316924024774419298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4316924024774419298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahora-veo-quien-me-quiere-y-quien-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SsWYVXnLEWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/fqpPCv_kVjk/s72-c/Copia+de+DSC04015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5018554352058813741</id><published>2009-09-17T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:21:23.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SrJ84pqYb9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WGF9WumVs94/s1600-h/Copia+de+DSC00107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SrJ84pqYb9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WGF9WumVs94/s320/Copia+de+DSC00107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382501817359298514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hay momentos en donde quieres mandar todo a la mierda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Prefieres sentirte un poco mas querido en cosa de segundos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Caminas y caminas... y derrepente piensas&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/3404051862534643358-5018554352058813741?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5018554352058813741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5018554352058813741' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5018554352058813741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5018554352058813741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/09/hay-momentos-en-donde-quieres-mandar.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SrJ84pqYb9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/WGF9WumVs94/s72-c/Copia+de+DSC00107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-4617430859168948061</id><published>2009-04-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:39:59.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SepEaxfsZcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gCIYkZHeKMs/s1600-h/DSC09186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SepEaxfsZcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gCIYkZHeKMs/s400/DSC09186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326144736072590786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Me pregunto si el amor, se debe saber o dejar en silencio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Como saberlo ? preguntando ? o dejandolo ser ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pues aveces es raro para mi decir lo que quiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sobre todo si se lo demuestro a la persona que quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Es extraño no decirlo y que la persona a la que quieres igual le importas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hay veces en donde mi mente no entiende todo, sin embargo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sigue luchando por algo que no sabe si puede resultar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pero mi corazon es mas fuerte y sigue su mirada en la misma persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sin pensar que puede pasar solo tratar de enamorar... y que lo quieran...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Demostrando todo a la persona que ama.&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/3404051862534643358-4617430859168948061?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/4617430859168948061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=4617430859168948061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4617430859168948061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4617430859168948061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-pregunto-si-el-amor-se-debe-saber-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SepEaxfsZcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gCIYkZHeKMs/s72-c/DSC09186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5816172528675109191</id><published>2009-02-25T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:37:18.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SaWrMCBK7dI/AAAAAAAAALs/wbMHMJqhWwY/s1600-h/Rose_Stencil_Design_by_Blinding_Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SaWrMCBK7dI/AAAAAAAAALs/wbMHMJqhWwY/s400/Rose_Stencil_Design_by_Blinding_Sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306835959114558930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;iviendo  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ia A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;iguiendo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;entido &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ida, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ensando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;rear O &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;er &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eal &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;entido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lgo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xtraño, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;onde &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;es &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ealidad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asada &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;entimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ensar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ensar... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;omo? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;omo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;s...? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;omo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ebe &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;er...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;entido &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;quilibrado &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esarrollar &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lma...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;tra &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ez &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;er &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xtraño... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; D&lt;/span&gt;icen &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uien &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;tra &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ez &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tra &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;aber &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;omo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;erte &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;omo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;irar&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ue &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ipo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;res... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntonces &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-5816172528675109191?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5816172528675109191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5816172528675109191' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5816172528675109191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5816172528675109191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-iviendo-e-l-d-ia-d-ia.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SaWrMCBK7dI/AAAAAAAAALs/wbMHMJqhWwY/s72-c/Rose_Stencil_Design_by_Blinding_Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5210021580732960588</id><published>2008-11-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:39:43.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SQ-zoLDD98I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2TDJkNMl83I/s1600-h/DSC06ss832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SQ-zoLDD98I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2TDJkNMl83I/s400/DSC06ss832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264623992161171394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Esta Es Una De Mis Imagenes Mas Preferidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me Hace Ver El Frio Que Puedo Sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Y El Vacio Que Tengo Dentro De Mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ese Que Aveces No Soporto, El Que Dia A Dia Me Puede Hacer Decaer Mas Y Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Es Ese Sentido Que No Atrevo A Contar, Por Que Todo Podrian Reirse De Mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ese Sentido Que Nadie Mas Lo Siente Por Que Todos Sentimos Diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ese Sentido Que Hace Que Mis Ojos Solo Vean Irrealidades... Que No Son Tan Diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A La Verdadera Realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Es Ese Pasatiempo Profundo, El Que Me Hizo Recordar " Quien Soy "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Es Algo De Lo Que No Me Explico. Y Que Solo Puedo Salir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hay Varias Palabras Que Me Podrian Describir En Este Momento Como :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;" Dolor, Pasion, Tristeza, Sombra, Oscuridad, Balanze, Olvido, Pasado, Futuro, Mente "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Esas Son Algunas Palabras Que Podrian Decir Como Soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;O Como Estoy En Momentos Dados De La Vida... O De Mi Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-5210021580732960588?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5210021580732960588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5210021580732960588' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5210021580732960588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5210021580732960588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/11/esta-es-una-de-mis-imagenes-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SQ-zoLDD98I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2TDJkNMl83I/s72-c/DSC06ss832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-4585925024723438338</id><published>2008-11-03T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:27:31.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SQ-yZqRdiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M1Z_T5YDy1g/s1600-h/Copia+de+marihuana_by_nildur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SQ-yZqRdiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M1Z_T5YDy1g/s400/Copia+de+marihuana_by_nildur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264622643333401378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me Despreocupo Tal Vez De Esto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Podria Ser Uno Mas Que Quiere Llorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Caer... Y Volverse A Parar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se Que Soy Una Persona Con Distintos Pensamientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se Lo Idiota Que Puedo Ser Y Hacer Sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabes Como Puedo Lograr Todo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dejando Todo Pasar.&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/3404051862534643358-4585925024723438338?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/4585925024723438338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=4585925024723438338' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4585925024723438338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4585925024723438338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-despreocupo-tal-vez-de-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SQ-yZqRdiyI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M1Z_T5YDy1g/s72-c/Copia+de+marihuana_by_nildur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5658424727573185717</id><published>2008-10-20T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:45:21.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SP0yzHs003I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6bTztOJeAjI/s1600-h/DSC08371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SP0yzHs003I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6bTztOJeAjI/s400/DSC08371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259415793660384114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Quiero Crecer, Pero No Puedo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Quiero Volar... Quiero Sentir, Estoy Arto De Todo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Tengo Tanta Ilucion Atravezada En La Cabeza Y Quisiera Saber Que Es Lo Que Quiero...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cada Vez Que Pienso Le Doy Vueltas Al Sentimiento Perdido...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y Sin Sentido Que Quiero Demostrar...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Demuestro Con Eso La Ironia De Mi Falsa Sonrisa...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Que No Sé De Que Me Sirve, Si Solo Soy Una Persona...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ocultando Su Verdadero Sentimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-5658424727573185717?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5658424727573185717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5658424727573185717' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5658424727573185717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5658424727573185717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoy-quiero-crecer-pero-no-puedo-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SP0yzHs003I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6bTztOJeAjI/s72-c/DSC08371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-6468424689311461091</id><published>2008-10-18T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:50:11.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SPrJ477JQCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wBEMWQg4lcA/s1600-h/abstract_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SPrJ477JQCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wBEMWQg4lcA/s400/abstract_0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737494904094754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde Dejamos Los Sentimientos?&lt;br /&gt;En Un Cajon Talvez O Puede Ser Dentro De La Mente...&lt;br /&gt;Pues No Lo Sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde Puedo Encontrarle El Sentido A La Vida?&lt;br /&gt;Dentro Del Corazon Siempre Estara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde Perder Tiempo ?&lt;br /&gt;Seguramente En Mis Sueños Profundos De Niño...&lt;br /&gt;O Tambien Puede Ser En Tus Sueños Dentro De Tus Sueños,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O No Lo Sé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo Sé Que Tengo Un Gran Sueño Que Cumplir Con Usted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-6468424689311461091?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/6468424689311461091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=6468424689311461091' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6468424689311461091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6468424689311461091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/10/donde-dejamos-los-sentimientos-en-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SPrJ477JQCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wBEMWQg4lcA/s72-c/abstract_0073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-7718577542823945830</id><published>2008-10-14T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:51:11.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Aveces, Muchas Veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Declaramos Decir Amor, A Algo Que No Saber Si Lo Es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Repites Continuadas Veces El " Te Amo " Sin Saber Si Lo Sientes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O Quisas Prometes Todo Lo Que Quieres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pero Aun Que Este Otra Persona En Tu Mente... Todo Lo Anterior Es Falso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hay Maneras De Ver Las Cosas... Hay Maneras De Sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hay Maneras De Decir Amor, Como Hay Maneras De Pedir Perdon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Por Decir Adios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-7718577542823945830?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/7718577542823945830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=7718577542823945830' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/7718577542823945830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/7718577542823945830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/10/aveces-muchas-veces-declaramos-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5430347239953795482</id><published>2008-09-30T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:15:57.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOLi9XkqCaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/590SSASUUyA/s1600-h/SNC15830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOLi9XkqCaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/590SSASUUyA/s400/SNC15830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252009659395082658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No Recuerdo Bien Su Nombre, Ni Tampoco Como Le Dicen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recuerdo Mucho Su Aroma, Y Tambien Su Sudor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aveces Siento Diversas Emociones Que Suelo Describir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fueron Creadas Y Protegidas Por Ella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cuando Me Preguntan Tu Nombre, Solo Digo Que Eres Importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me Distraigo Contigo En Las Veces Que Puedo, Y En Ocaciones Divercion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Busco A Tu Lado... En Esos Momentos Bien Sombrios, En Los Cuales Tu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me Dabas Calor Y Frio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recuedo Ese Inolvidable Suspiro Del Cual Yo Escuchaba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cuando No Se Podia Hacer Nada Para Arreglarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Solo Digo Que Aveces Dentro Del Amor Hay Mas De Una Opcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Para Decir Que Ya No Quiero Nada Mas Contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Que Yá No Quiero Sentir Amor.&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/3404051862534643358-5430347239953795482?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5430347239953795482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5430347239953795482' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5430347239953795482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5430347239953795482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-recuerdo-bien-su-nombre-ni-tampoco.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOLi9XkqCaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/590SSASUUyA/s72-c/SNC15830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-5823225554831509043</id><published>2008-09-28T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:53:19.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOAXdivOfXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YgqewtnzpYg/s1600-h/DSC07363+copiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOAXdivOfXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YgqewtnzpYg/s400/DSC07363+copiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251222961822530930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejar descanzar es volver a dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pensando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dejando marcado el sentido de sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Seguir puede ser perder, siendo que en alguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Parte estas siendo mejor o peor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo arrepentirme de ser o de no ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pienso que debo dormir... y debes dejarme en paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Recuerdos que me ponen nervioso dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;De lo sobrenatural y desconocido, por el centro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Desquisiado e intranquilo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sin saberme el camino, sin seguir mi destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;En alguna parte duermo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Para no saber que es lo que quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&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/3404051862534643358-5823225554831509043?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/5823225554831509043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=5823225554831509043' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5823225554831509043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/5823225554831509043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/09/dejar-descanzar-es-volver-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOAXdivOfXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YgqewtnzpYg/s72-c/DSC07363+copiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-2467440767881224336</id><published>2008-09-28T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:32:52.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOANBMq24_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z0eKpNyELuo/s1600-h/DSC07826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOANBMq24_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z0eKpNyELuo/s400/DSC07826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251211479746012146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dice Tanto Mas Por Su Mirada, Que Por Sus Palabras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ya No Pierde El Tiempo En Pensar, Solo Llega, Mira Y Se Va...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Es Como Costumbre Verla Reir Por Cosas Pequeñas, Le Encanta Ser Y Ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Me Pregunta Si Sentira Que La Amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O Talvez Que La Extraño Y De Vez En Cuando Me Gustaria Dormir Con Ella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y Sentir Que Me Acompaña Y No Me Deja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Duerme, Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Te Tendre En Mi Mente Y Corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-2467440767881224336?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/2467440767881224336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=2467440767881224336' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2467440767881224336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2467440767881224336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/09/dice-tanto-mas-por-su-mirada-que-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOANBMq24_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Z0eKpNyELuo/s72-c/DSC07826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-6711813802431841221</id><published>2008-09-19T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:58:29.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Donde Esta Mi Puto Cerebro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Donde Estas Ese Perdido Sentido? Al Cual Le Doy A Las Cosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Donde Estoy Yo En Momentos Lamentables...Perdido En Eso, Solo Eso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Perdido En Aquel Y Vago Sentido, En Ese Lugar Mas Tragico Y Oscuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Son Solo Momentos De Angustia Y Dolor...De Donde Mierda Sale Todo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ese Puto Comienzo... Donde A Quedado El Sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ese Horrendo Lamento Del Cual Fui Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-6711813802431841221?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/6711813802431841221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=6711813802431841221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6711813802431841221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6711813802431841221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/09/donde-esta-mi-puto-cerebro.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-6708921016140156866</id><published>2008-09-10T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:13:10.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOLqvufFEHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/S34S2ATEyb4/s1600-h/Baasdasd_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOLqvufFEHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/S34S2ATEyb4/s400/Baasdasd_vampire_zombie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252018221120557170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cual es la forma exacta para llamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tu atencion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cual es tu verdadero yo, sin saber como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eres tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La realidad se mira de distinta forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y uno se traga las palabras que tiene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rodeado por su mente debil, no solo yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sino todo aquel que se interpuso en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ese mismo entonces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yo me pregunto abra alguien que entienda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lo que digo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Somos pocos lo que realmente sabemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Donde estamos parados sin saber como lo estamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-6708921016140156866?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/6708921016140156866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=6708921016140156866' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6708921016140156866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/6708921016140156866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/09/cual-es-la-forma-exacta-para-llamar-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SOLqvufFEHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/S34S2ATEyb4/s72-c/Baasdasd_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-4774017681079929657</id><published>2008-08-24T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:48:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SLIqr6oYH9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/owIQJlL4has/s1600-h/DSC07905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SLIqr6oYH9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/owIQJlL4has/s400/DSC07905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238296250546659282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tan Fragil Como Un Globo Que Al Caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Por Que No Sabes Si Cuando Cae, Se Podria Reventar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Seguir En La Misma Forma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tan Comparado Con Aquel Sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tan Desquisiado, Tan Descontento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tan Lejano, Tan, Risueño... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Algo Insensato... Con Sierto Sabor A Dulce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mentoso Como El Sabor  De Los Labios Y Agrio Como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El Gusto De Tu Cuerpo... Amargo Como Tus Sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y Salados Como Tus Pensamientos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3404051862534643358-4774017681079929657?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/4774017681079929657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=4774017681079929657' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4774017681079929657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4774017681079929657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/tan-fragil-como-un-globo-que-al-caer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SLIqr6oYH9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/owIQJlL4has/s72-c/DSC07905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-1088970580022821591</id><published>2008-08-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:45:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnseCWy-SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LrsuJW2ureY/s1600-h/hey_girl_by_soheir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnseCWy-SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LrsuJW2ureY/s400/hey_girl_by_soheir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235976042567629090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Algun Dia Podre Decir :&lt;br /&gt;" Esta Es Mi Foto, Estas Tu En Ella, Tu Eres A Quien Amo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Algun Dia Dire :&lt;br /&gt;" Fue Mia, Seguiras Siendo Mia, No Te Perdere..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Algun Dia Sentire :&lt;br /&gt;"Se Me Fue, Me Dolio, Lo Siento, Ya Es Tarde Para Arrepentirse.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Algun Dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-1088970580022821591?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/1088970580022821591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=1088970580022821591' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1088970580022821591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/1088970580022821591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/algun-dia-podre-decir-esta-es-mi-foto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnseCWy-SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LrsuJW2ureY/s72-c/hey_girl_by_soheir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-3322063242964389313</id><published>2008-08-18T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:40:47.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnsAG3DnEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5TXHQ2Jg5GA/s1600-h/Strange_by_arieneforeveryoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnsAG3DnEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5TXHQ2Jg5GA/s400/Strange_by_arieneforeveryoung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235975528380603458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De Niña A Mujer... O De Mujer A Niña, Como Cambias Es Como Creces, Es Tu Madurez, La Que Aman, Y La Que Nesecitan, Quizas Si Muestras Lo Que Realmente Sientes, Veran Como Eres, Sin Dudar De Como Puedes Ser...&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/3404051862534643358-3322063242964389313?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/3322063242964389313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=3322063242964389313' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3322063242964389313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3322063242964389313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-nia-mujer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnsAG3DnEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5TXHQ2Jg5GA/s72-c/Strange_by_arieneforeveryoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-8109267930054504737</id><published>2008-08-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:44:19.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnrDlrz0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ms1R_1hBrXQ/s1600-h/Book_Story1_by_Azram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnrDlrz0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ms1R_1hBrXQ/s400/Book_Story1_by_Azram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235974488682909826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;En Un Libro Pueden Existir Millones De Palabras Para Decirte Un&lt;br /&gt;"Te Amo" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Pero No Puedes Saber Si Es Sierto, O Si Lo Sientes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Puedes Describirmelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3404051862534643358-8109267930054504737?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/8109267930054504737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=8109267930054504737' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/8109267930054504737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/8109267930054504737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-un-libro-pueden-existir-millones-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnrDlrz0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/Ms1R_1hBrXQ/s72-c/Book_Story1_by_Azram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-8801679740790327417</id><published>2008-08-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:51:53.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnERxBm5gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7PXRuPVzo3k/s1600-h/Black_and_White_by_DeKrooked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnERxBm5gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7PXRuPVzo3k/s400/Black_and_White_by_DeKrooked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235931851291813378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ojala Encontremos Nuestros Pasos A Lo Largo De La Vida, Ojala Que Se Encuentren Mis Pisadas Con Las Tuyas, Y Nos Volvamos A Unir De Forma Eterna.&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/3404051862534643358-8801679740790327417?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/8801679740790327417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=8801679740790327417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/8801679740790327417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/8801679740790327417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/ojala-encontremos-nuestros-pasos-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKnERxBm5gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7PXRuPVzo3k/s72-c/Black_and_White_by_DeKrooked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-2927615638447783401</id><published>2008-08-17T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:57:10.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKiP75HnvQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUS7fQaDhAM/s1600-h/in_black_and_white_by_TheCauseOf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKiP75HnvQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUS7fQaDhAM/s400/in_black_and_white_by_TheCauseOf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235592825926040834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Una Clave Es La Perfecta, Para Deslumbrar Tus Sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Unirlos Conmigo Y Salir Una Vez Mas A Disfrutar...&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/3404051862534643358-2927615638447783401?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/2927615638447783401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=2927615638447783401' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2927615638447783401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2927615638447783401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/una-claves-es-la-perfecta-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKiP75HnvQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUS7fQaDhAM/s72-c/in_black_and_white_by_TheCauseOf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-3831707737279235829</id><published>2008-08-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:54:37.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKiBVMaTFiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hVNQgJLBN-U/s1600-h/Boulevard_of_Broken_Dreams_by_psychophuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKiBVMaTFiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hVNQgJLBN-U/s400/Boulevard_of_Broken_Dreams_by_psychophuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235576767926965794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Tempanos De Hielo, Sonrisas Frias Y Desveladas, Ron En Dulce Tu Sabor, Sincero Placer Duerme Tranquilo... Cuando Tiemblan Los Huesos, Cuando Queman Los Ojos Y El Cabello Se Agita Con El Aire Que Corre.. Hablandote Al Oido Sin Saber De Que Lado Viene, Se Consentra Atravez De Los Ojos Y Los Corazones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Cabezas ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Sueños ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Palabras ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Pensamientos.&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/3404051862534643358-3831707737279235829?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/3831707737279235829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=3831707737279235829' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3831707737279235829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3831707737279235829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/tempanos-de-hielo-sonrisas-frias-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKiBVMaTFiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hVNQgJLBN-U/s72-c/Boulevard_of_Broken_Dreams_by_psychophuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-3958093643594341118</id><published>2008-08-17T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:34:44.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKhb2s2rSdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mbrLPyZn73M/s1600-h/broken_dreams_by_RomanaJur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKhb2s2rSdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mbrLPyZn73M/s400/broken_dreams_by_RomanaJur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235535562129754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Este Pais Esta Muerto...&lt;br /&gt;Por Iluciones Creadas Por Ficcion,&lt;br /&gt;Son La Gente Que Quere Sobrevivir,&lt;br /&gt;Nadie Sabe Como Se Mantiene,&lt;br /&gt;Solamente Creen Que Siguen Subiendo De Lugar Al Cambiarse De Lado A Lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Marchitan Flores Al Perder,&lt;br /&gt;Cambias Tu Rostro Al Ganar,&lt;br /&gt;Sabes Que De Ti Podria Ser Lo Mejor&lt;br /&gt;Sin Embargo No Lo Es.&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/3404051862534643358-3958093643594341118?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/3958093643594341118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=3958093643594341118' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3958093643594341118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/3958093643594341118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/este-pais-esta-muerto.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKhb2s2rSdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mbrLPyZn73M/s72-c/broken_dreams_by_RomanaJur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-4416208249748473524</id><published>2008-08-16T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:07:59.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKex2B-KmiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OOWanCUncyA/s1600-h/Boulevard_of_Broken_Dreams_by_GuyWithNoName.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKex2B-KmiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OOWanCUncyA/s400/Boulevard_of_Broken_Dreams_by_GuyWithNoName.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235348633641720354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Todos Caminan Pero Nadie Pisa Suelo, Siguen Caminando Y Los Desamparados Estan Mirandote, Te Detienes Pero Solo Para Mirar Para Donde Caminaras... No Importa Lo Que Este&lt;br /&gt;A Tu Alrededor.&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/3404051862534643358-4416208249748473524?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/4416208249748473524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=4416208249748473524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4416208249748473524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/4416208249748473524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/todos-caminan-pero-nadie-pisa-suelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKex2B-KmiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OOWanCUncyA/s72-c/Boulevard_of_Broken_Dreams_by_GuyWithNoName.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404051862534643358.post-2882896032272549421</id><published>2008-08-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:32:43.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken D E A D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKepxtQ8qlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QEkqO6xk_48/s1600-h/Copia+de+DSC07766+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKepxtQ8qlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QEkqO6xk_48/s400/Copia+de+DSC07766+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235339763270855250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Suelo Decir Que Las Palabras Son Poco Comparado Con Imagenes&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/3404051862534643358-2882896032272549421?l=killers-art.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/feeds/2882896032272549421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3404051862534643358&amp;postID=2882896032272549421' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2882896032272549421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3404051862534643358/posts/default/2882896032272549421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killers-art.blogspot.com/2008/08/broken-d-e-d.html' title='Broken D E A D'/><author><name>Mario Zik.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13400650752933505484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7zUlwms-4M/Tb3oV42RxTI/AAAAAAAAAV4/OWP8FD5vi-w/s220/n1012663383_30230670_883%2Bcopia%2B-%2Bcopia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEssq5Bxt-8/SKepxtQ8qlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QEkqO6xk_48/s72-c/Copia+de+DSC07766+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
