<?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-4584786068262215867</id><updated>2011-12-25T22:33:25.825-03:00</updated><category term='invierno'/><category term='coment'/><category term='contest'/><category term='m'/><category term='funny ahah'/><category term='verborrea'/><category term='flash'/><category term='skaa'/><category term='disclaimer'/><category term='joaco piloto'/><category term='devian art'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='hola'/><category term='recurrente correccion'/><category term='paseador'/><category term='bariloche'/><category term='automovil club argentino'/><category term='amgrevi2'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='reflexion'/><category term='14-8-08'/><title type='text'>Sambayon</title><subtitle type='html'>▼</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6574286775676376727</id><published>2011-12-25T22:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:33:25.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insi I</title><summary type='text'>Por mi parte entendi que los paraisos soñados no son parte de esta linea temporal. Lo que camina por la calle no se cae de lado, y yo, que podria estar sentado, ya no te veo desde temprano.Todos los dias me levanto, todos los dias me encanto. Paso el tiempo que soñe como sonaria otra version en otro escenario con el talento adquirido, la lucha por los recursos y las salvajes ideas que resuenan en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6574286775676376727/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6574286775676376727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6574286775676376727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6574286775676376727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/12/insi-i.html' title='Insi I'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4508489722655766001</id><published>2011-12-09T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T20:36:27.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>KFPII</title><summary type='text'>Las cicatrices no se curan--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4508489722655766001/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4508489722655766001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4508489722655766001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4508489722655766001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/12/kfpii.html' title='KFPII'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1577939978756435417</id><published>2011-11-14T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:49:08.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1577939978756435417/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1577939978756435417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1577939978756435417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1577939978756435417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6c6CXD0T910/TsEONqjrFhI/AAAAAAAAAfg/HLPlhNNTbww/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7101964796560552188</id><published>2011-11-12T19:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:07:14.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Omega phi</title><summary type='text'>Es fácil confundir al vació con la nada,  pero se distinguen en algo muy particular. El vacío puede ser contenido, la nada no. Parte porque no existe y parte del porque no lo sabríamos. Porque se que no hay nada escrito, que nadie tiene respuestas. Me acuerdo cuando era simple, perdia la cabeza y avisaba, no escribia. Si lo queria, lo conseguia. Hoy eso me haria un loco, o por ahi complejamente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7101964796560552188/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7101964796560552188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7101964796560552188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7101964796560552188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/11/omega-phi.html' title='Omega phi'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4825134132073822717</id><published>2011-11-11T17:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:43:52.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's friday, Fuck this shit!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4825134132073822717/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4825134132073822717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4825134132073822717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4825134132073822717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-friday-fuck-this-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2208682418173385660</id><published>2011-11-04T10:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:33:45.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ur haha!</title><summary type='text'>"Remember, rememberThe fifth of NovemberThe gunpowder treason and plot.I know of no reasonWhy the gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot."We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can  fail. He can be caught. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred  years later an idea can still change the world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2208682418173385660/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2208682418173385660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2208682418173385660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2208682418173385660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/11/ur-haha.html' title='ur haha!'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-391342765807998375</id><published>2011-10-23T21:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:47:27.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultura es timulante</title><summary type='text'>Podriamos tener todo. Podrias esuchar historias que no fueron contadas. El pensamiento es casi compartido, un peso se divide.Ya no tengo ideas, un shuffle todos los dias.Entendi que la esencia, como humo de cigarro, nunca vuelve a meterse con su origen. Un tema que ya no me ocupa. Podriamos ganar en todo.Pensas que no te pienso, pienso que no pensas. Un paralelo que no cansa, verdadero que no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/391342765807998375/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=391342765807998375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/391342765807998375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/391342765807998375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/10/cultura-es-timulante.html' title='Cultura es timulante'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-8687861590791202384</id><published>2011-08-13T21:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:30:14.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin neS</title><summary type='text'>El tiempo se desgasta por la ausencia, gritando cae por el borde del sonido. Esperen, donde esta el momento?Las palabras alguna vez tragadas se estiran en oraciones, explorando territorios mas que conocidos. Suena a una gran noticia, solo intento explicarte. Dudo de lo real, deseos combinados en mi conformismo es algo que nadie se merece. Ademas, solo quise avisarte, el balance universal probo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/8687861590791202384/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=8687861590791202384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8687861590791202384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8687861590791202384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/08/sin-nes.html' title='Sin neS'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4449991824901284500</id><published>2011-08-11T21:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:41:12.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Actuá II</title><summary type='text'>Hay algo que sigue Mio, esperando lo ganado, queda solo un color frio. Un momento de suspenso, tus fieras tierras, tus prevenidas corridas. Yo quiero saber, fue una urgencia o un capricho? Yo quiero escuchar, fue tu idea o la de un tipo? Cuanto tiempo pasara sin conseguir el deseado castigo, sin afrontar el despreciado destino.Quiero malgastar tus libertades, sabotear tus ideales, cortar tus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4449991824901284500/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4449991824901284500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4449991824901284500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4449991824901284500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/08/actua-ii.html' title='Actuá II'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7379952124428160568</id><published>2011-07-10T19:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:53:04.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Refractado</title><summary type='text'>Como el viento en la espalda, una vez mas en la banda me dejo estar en esa zona central. En horas de Existo luego Pienso, en meses que desisto y vivo con miedo. En tiempos en los que no escribo mas y extraño hacerlo, hoy que por X razon volvi a este espacio me doy cuenta que en realidad tiene un significado muy bueno. Mirando Samba veo que escribo recurrentemente, en circulos, orbitando las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7379952124428160568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7379952124428160568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7379952124428160568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7379952124428160568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/07/refractado.html' title='Refractado'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2435292792390941989</id><published>2011-07-01T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T18:26:28.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bloqueio não tem fim</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2435292792390941989/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2435292792390941989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2435292792390941989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2435292792390941989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloqueio-nao-tem-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-429320022336931327</id><published>2011-06-07T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:28:33.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>this.setFondo(new WallPaper());</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/429320022336931327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=429320022336931327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/429320022336931327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/429320022336931327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/06/thissetfondonew-wallpaper.html' title='this.setFondo(new WallPaper());'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReMz7sOwD7o/Te2av5hAghI/AAAAAAAAAds/JsMf7-A4wEY/s72-c/paint_dancers_wallpaper_pack_by_jurgendoe-d29gomk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6041811302298137496</id><published>2011-05-15T00:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:36:16.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De entre los estantes</title><summary type='text'>Once and for all, at the edge of her fingers, pressing this idea of seeing again that feeling inside me. Tearing some of the fists between the roots of her lonely thoughts, you give away listening were I couldn't.Not coming back if not, letting go, crossing this particularly quiet street, out of breath.Staring  back to be, stopping at nothing, expecting to feel anything. That last words you knew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6041811302298137496/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6041811302298137496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6041811302298137496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6041811302298137496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-entre-los-estantes.html' title='De entre los estantes'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2845284959534026003</id><published>2011-05-02T23:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:31:42.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5erie5</title><summary type='text'>Mi estado de adiccion a las series.El formato esNombre - Estado - Tiempo total que mire.Primero, las que vi que ya terminaron o cancelaron:1.  Battlestar Galactica - Canceled/Ended - 3 days, 6 hours.2.  Big Love - Canceled/Ended - 7 hours.3.  Caprica - Canceled/Ended  - 18 hours.4.  Eleventh Hour (US) - Canceled/Ended - 18 hours.5.  Firefly - Canceled/Ended - 13 hours.6.  FlashForward - Canceled/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2845284959534026003/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2845284959534026003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2845284959534026003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2845284959534026003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/05/5erie5.html' title='5erie5'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1941546804980424693</id><published>2011-04-28T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:04:32.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking bad</title><summary type='text'>Awesome</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1941546804980424693/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1941546804980424693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1941546804980424693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1941546804980424693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/04/breaking-bad.html' title='Breaking bad'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I0Mqb-5BYpg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6151304915119444091</id><published>2011-04-11T22:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:21:47.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Debede</title><summary type='text'>Como no llego con ambas manos al mismo tiempo al teclado no puedo escribir toda la vuelta que tengo en mente para la inmortal idea de que los humanos son exelentes mentirosos.Son capaces de cualquier cosa, y aun asi, hay un sentimiento que nadie sabe esconder. La felicidad no se esconde. La alegria nos sobrepasa. Vos no te preocupes.fleè.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6151304915119444091/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6151304915119444091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6151304915119444091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6151304915119444091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/04/debede.html' title='Debede'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7311122421400550266</id><published>2011-03-26T19:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:33:37.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cartas new.</title><summary type='text'>I like trains.Entendi mal. Realmente estaba mal creer. Me estaba pasando y deberia haberme dado cuenta antes.Cuantos dias, cuantas charlas, cuantos momentos desperdiciados.El lado del tiempo enemigo mas que nunca me cuenta como un elemento ausente en su intelecto.Nunca tendre el coraje de enfrentar este particular elefante. Si algun dia te lo comento, espero no estar ausente menos memento.Ni </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7311122421400550266/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7311122421400550266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7311122421400550266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7311122421400550266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/03/cartas-new.html' title='cartas new.'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SH3RqiVnhSM/TP7kg2GnqlI/AAAAAAAAACY/7Bkn3GIwCeE/s72-c/As+de+picas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4754773117725457255</id><published>2011-03-03T23:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:27:10.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Podria</title><summary type='text'>Buscabas lo que no encontrabas, pensaba en lo que no sabia, hacias lo que no podía. Seguías la vía de la disconformidad legal. Que haría si nadie la guiara, a donde correría si nadie la llamara?El tiempo se lo hizo fácil, las opciones se convirtieron en versiones, sus versiones en acciones y mis acciones en ideas. Que fácil si nadie la consiguiera, en donde se escondería si nadie me persiguiera?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4754773117725457255/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4754773117725457255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4754773117725457255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4754773117725457255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/03/podria.html' title='Podria'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7925750401020553046</id><published>2011-02-17T19:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:12:50.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One (II)</title><summary type='text'>Hoy discuti sobre lo que en una discutian en una pelicula, no se como se llamaba pero lo llamaban el multiverso, una teoria de que existen infinitos universos paralelos literales que se van creando a cada segundo en que uno (o alguien) toma una decision o causa una reaccion. Esa otra posibilidad, esas otras alternativas, ese otro uno que elige la otra opcion se convierte en un universo paralelo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7925750401020553046/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7925750401020553046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7925750401020553046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7925750401020553046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/02/one.html' title='One (II)'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-9208897763865514103</id><published>2011-02-10T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:22:00.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>infidelisa</title><summary type='text'>Lo que se ve no esta lejos, una buena manera de avanzar. Aunque las noticias del momento las hayas predicho, las hayas masticado y aceptado con tiempo de sobra siguen generando esas respuestas que nadie quiere escuchar.El sonido de las palabras en tu interior es tan diferente al emitido por un don nadie, intentar no actuar, tratar de ganar, volver a planear. Cansa, me cansé, no me interesa mas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/9208897763865514103/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=9208897763865514103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/9208897763865514103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/9208897763865514103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/02/infidelisa.html' title='infidelisa'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iV6O3K55T4M/TVSN3alewVI/AAAAAAAAAc0/1p8A-X8rDZI/s72-c/ser%252By%252Bno%252Bser_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-820475016614565022</id><published>2011-02-08T20:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:55:22.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salution</title><summary type='text'>Minusculo recuerdo se mezcla en la interesante figura que me devuelve la mirada. Como llego ahi escapa mi imaginacion, probablemente una combinacion irreproducible de palabras mezcladas con gestos y algun que otro dulce trago.La tranquilidad brindada por la musica exterior, una perfecta noche de frio, los abrigos dejados de lado.En paz dormias, la luz no te encontraba, tu mirada no despertaba y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/820475016614565022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=820475016614565022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/820475016614565022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/820475016614565022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/02/salution.html' title='Salution'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5469074128291555421</id><published>2011-02-04T22:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:57:12.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapicera negra</title><summary type='text'>Era el cielo, dos mundos chocando, algo horripilante, energizante sin embargo.Era la tierra, desde ese momento se supo, nunca se iban a separar. Ambos tan perfectamente distintos, tan igualmente ideales. Se supo a la palabra primera.Ahi estaba, mirando fijo, contemplando la falta de estrellas, algunos no saben, era un choque silencioso, ni ellos se dieron cuenta de lo que estaba pasando.Era el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5469074128291555421/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5469074128291555421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5469074128291555421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5469074128291555421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2011/02/lapicera-negra.html' title='Lapicera negra'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7632810696013685004</id><published>2010-12-14T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:34:43.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mh</title><summary type='text'>Pensamiento de A.Rogers (1931)Todo  lo que una persona recibe sin haber trabajado para obtenerlo, otra  persona deberá haber trabajado para ello, pero sin recibirlo..El gobierno no puede entregar nada a alguien, si antes no se lo ha quitado a alguna otra persona.Cuando  la mitad de las personas llegan a la conclusión de que ellas no tienen  que trabajar porque la otra mitad está obligada a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7632810696013685004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7632810696013685004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7632810696013685004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7632810696013685004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/12/mh.html' title='mh'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4374973641985217023</id><published>2010-11-29T12:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:06:57.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8|</title><summary type='text'>Sigues echando para adelante, se reitera y retira el ministro,  lo versionado vuelve a ver, entiendes que no estoy mas a tu lado, que tus mas ya no sigo. Que no me importa entender tus huellas y esperar un salvo disparo.Deja de plantear, me se todos tus trucos, conmigo no sos original. Te quemas, te digo tres y corres. Ya de una vez trata de encontrar el camino, firme con la idea de tratar de no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4374973641985217023/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4374973641985217023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4374973641985217023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4374973641985217023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/11/8.html' title='8|'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2927684114985850567</id><published>2010-11-18T10:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:36:45.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplixie</title><summary type='text'>lograr la alta complejidad de la simpleza.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2927684114985850567/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2927684114985850567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2927684114985850567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2927684114985850567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/11/simplixie.html' title='Simplixie'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-101111304185209902</id><published>2010-11-14T22:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:48:23.038-03:00</updated><title type='text'>4 eslabones</title><summary type='text'>la corriente toma el poder del curso alterno, las separaciones perfectas pasan sin cambios psicologicos y preocupantemente cada vez menos filosoficos. me asusta ver ese reflejo y pensar en el complejo que se gesta con cada semana. pass de pensarla, pero un stop de charla que no vio ni quiso votar al sobrevenir.sin mas decisiones darlenes existen los cuatro eslabones que todo lo unen.de oficio se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/101111304185209902/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=101111304185209902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/101111304185209902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/101111304185209902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/11/4-eslabones.html' title='4 eslabones'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-9217694350153005419</id><published>2010-10-31T20:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:49:37.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>faltan juguetes</title><summary type='text'>Capitulo 35esa es la normal mas uno.todo es relativo, As vale! ya lo dije alguna vez. pero todo es verdad, conocerla es posible e imposible de negar.que la conozca no significa que me agrade, que no me agrade no significa que la acepte, que no la acepte no significa que no la conozca.si no hablas no asumo el si. bien entonces asi yo digo que si, si y solo si el frensi es porque si.realismo magico</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/9217694350153005419/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=9217694350153005419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/9217694350153005419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/9217694350153005419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/10/faltan-juguetes.html' title='faltan juguetes'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhgMbNK5vJU/Sws7KzBwxwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TtYPnZpvrd8/s72-c/IMG178-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2744178959236627341</id><published>2010-10-29T11:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:26:39.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>frida</title><summary type='text'>Viernes, 2010. Viernes, la mitad de mi semana. Bastantes interrogantes sobre esta noche y sobre mañana. Un rubix cube me está limando la cabeza. Maldito cubo, maldita z! yo era feliz hasta que me enseñaron la tercera dimensión.  Un mundo en 2D es un mundo feliz, es un mundo sin complicaciones, nada seria profundo, nada se escaparía de la vista, todo estaría a nuestro alcance.  Vivir en 2D estaría</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2744178959236627341/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2744178959236627341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2744178959236627341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2744178959236627341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/10/viernes-2010.html' title='frida'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3072170467566965311</id><published>2010-10-10T20:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:51:48.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>--no leaks are possible</title><summary type='text'>Planeaba no escribir de esto y al final escribo con mi mente totalmente enfocada en otra cosa. Me gustaria hablar otro idioma (o por lo menos en otra lengua) para terminar de cerrar al publico estos trozos de pensamientos generales, patentes, yreales y absurdamente ciertos.No hay chance de cantar por lo bajo cuando tenes un microfono con forma de cuadraditos licenciados en letras y presolofia que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3072170467566965311/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3072170467566965311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3072170467566965311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3072170467566965311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-leaks-are-possible.html' title='--no leaks are possible'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1914242112238366971</id><published>2010-08-31T17:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:04:16.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlockeame</title><summary type='text'>Desde que la saque de su heladera supe que nos ibamos a llevar bien, su fisionomia cuadrada se ajustaba a mi brazo de manera casi tetrica.Juntos comenzamos a caminar y el camino una vez largo se hizo tan corto que apenas tuve tiempo de pensar-te en el dia anterior.Le sobraban cosas a esa noche, pero nada que me librara del espiritu que me invadia el solo hecho de estar acompañado por ese lujoso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1914242112238366971/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1914242112238366971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1914242112238366971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1914242112238366971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/08/sherlockeame.html' title='Sherlockeame'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7681517632593703742</id><published>2010-08-18T20:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:57:24.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chifla infeliz!</title><summary type='text'>tres cosas tres:1) porque cuando uno le toca la espalda a un persona amablemente mientras dice "permisooo" la victima reacciona de forma violenta y desmedida causando que el perpetuante se digne a ignorarlo.2) porque tengo que escuchar cosas como esta? (que puede o no haber salido de mi boca):"siempre quise que el agujero por donde se va el agua en la ducha sea un agujero sin rejillas para cagar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7681517632593703742/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7681517632593703742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7681517632593703742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7681517632593703742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/08/chifla-infeliz.html' title='Chifla infeliz!'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4541905576602123639</id><published>2010-08-01T00:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:16:36.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tos sta? do</title><summary type='text'>Las coinciencias sucias no salen lejos, no lo saben, pero como es usual me dejan pensando.muchos preguntan, tres esta semana, las tres respuestas a las tres preguntas fueron tan iguales como las preguntas mismas, pero no honestas. no.hubo una revolucion, una guerra que trajo bajas, nuevos ordenes y nuevas reglas. todas implicitas ya estan asumidas pero no son las mismas reglas para todos.como en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4541905576602123639/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4541905576602123639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4541905576602123639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4541905576602123639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/08/tos-sta-do.html' title='tos sta? do'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1336230300626363661</id><published>2010-07-21T23:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:41:22.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>soy voy estoy</title><summary type='text'>siempre cerca y eso no alcanza, es que el dia esta de mas y en la noche no bastas. cuatro pies de distancia son cuatro dias de camino en cuatro autos y un resfrio, apuntaste al cuarto y le pegaste al menguante pensante marcado en el mapa como una cara sin boca. yo solia mover el mundo, yo no lo veia inmundo y no me molestaba seguir el rumbo, yo contaba los dias y soñaba con los minutos por semana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1336230300626363661/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1336230300626363661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1336230300626363661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1336230300626363661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/07/soy-voy-estoy.html' title='soy voy estoy'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-9165490833671939193</id><published>2010-07-06T19:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:33:48.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destapa</title><summary type='text'>solo confio en su historia. no hay te de tilo que termine de callar lo que no le sirvio a ninguno de los tantos que dejaron pasar tantas oportunidades. lo que dicen es que se va a olvidar, pero no se cree que en tiempos de historia esto quedara como un derrame, una rajadura en medio de tiburones asesinos peros muy selectivos.no te acordaste solo de vos pero no queres dormirte por miedo a soñar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/9165490833671939193/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=9165490833671939193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/9165490833671939193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/9165490833671939193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/07/destapa.html' title='Destapa'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5340986127293567713</id><published>2010-07-03T00:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:16:16.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><summary type='text'>El habla y la vista van de la mano. Con una mirada se puede decir mucho, por eso cuando no decis lo que miras es que sentis un gusto amargo. Cuando nuestra boca por fin habla lo que tanto tiempo hemos callado los ojos arden humedos y desearian nunca haber hablado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5340986127293567713/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5340986127293567713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5340986127293567713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5340986127293567713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/07/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-229168214504490948</id><published>2010-07-01T01:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:34:58.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escucha</title><summary type='text'>no quiero mas, ya no cantas. lejos de todo lo que ayer yo queria, solo lo veo cuando siento la herida. sospecho que todavia le queda vida, es una maldita guia que me condiciona a cada paso con un palazo.alejarte no respira tranquila si te robas un pedazo de traje es que ya me falta salir de aca. escribir intentando hablar sigue siendo como silbar sin sonido alguno.la unica voz que reconoce es la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/229168214504490948/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=229168214504490948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/229168214504490948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/229168214504490948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/07/escucha.html' title='Escucha'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-372419977864683056</id><published>2010-06-24T19:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:52:49.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu II</title><summary type='text'>pensar en el cuando cansa, algunos cruces de palabras llevan a conclusiones tempranas que no se cumpliran pero que dispararon la imaginacion. curiosamente tambien lograron activar una cuenta regresiva inexistente que hace que durante dias ese conocido precipicio, ese piso cansado de los mismos pies, trate de inclinarse y hacer caer su contenido.mas de 300 guerras peleadas, ni una batalla ganada. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/372419977864683056/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=372419977864683056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/372419977864683056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/372419977864683056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/deja-vu-ii.html' title='Deja vu II'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2253265422056102272</id><published>2010-06-22T21:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:37:44.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2253265422056102272/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2253265422056102272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2253265422056102272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2253265422056102272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7974437622126841686</id><published>2010-06-20T22:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:36:56.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Panini</title><summary type='text'>de otra indole, la noche se le atravezo al dia y mi vista se quedo fija en el calor fisico de dos cascaras vacias. nuevamente tildado de enojado, nuevamente mirando mas que hablando no puedo creer la dimension del mundo que recorro cuando el dia pierde la eterna y periodica pulseada por la luz.mas costumbres acecharon, buenas costumbres, casos ajenos mirando sin abrir los ojos  aquello que esta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7974437622126841686/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7974437622126841686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7974437622126841686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7974437622126841686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/panini.html' title='Panini'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-8627838216114837335</id><published>2010-06-15T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:35:14.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo</title><summary type='text'>igual que ayer, no necesito un mal favor, no necesito mas mi traicion.las noticias vuelan con alas vibrantes y rebosantes de verguenza. vuelan bajo.. se quema el tiempo, salen los errores. se cruza lo abierto, se espia y todo permanece incierto.y sí, es locura no queda duda. a ver quien la ayuda!no es libre, no quiero ni pensar que paso el lunes. no quiere ni pensar que recuerdo. toma la ruta del</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/8627838216114837335/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=8627838216114837335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8627838216114837335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8627838216114837335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/mambo.html' title='Mambo'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2882409830243762280</id><published>2010-06-10T22:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:52:24.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IX</title><summary type='text'>Si pudiera dejar de jugar, dejar de intentar dudar. Empezar con un nuevo piso, uno bien liso, sin rastros de anteriores golpes ni ondas. Esas ondas estacionarias que golpean armoniosamente mi timpano, como un largo solo de una guitarra perfectamente desafinada. Escucho estas perturbaciones y les presto toda mi atencion. Logro no pensar, no idear, no intuir, no pestañear, no respirar, no mirar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2882409830243762280/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2882409830243762280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2882409830243762280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2882409830243762280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/xix.html' title='IX'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6928210048897750941</id><published>2010-06-06T20:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:09:59.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIII</title><summary type='text'>Fueron dias que no te vi, ni sabias que te perdi. no te hable ni pense en vos, es que solo ya no estoy loco. me das pausas que yo sigo,me diste dias, un respiro.traigo ondas, vos un riome anulo, solo por tiseras tan tierna. no lo senti.no entenderas como vivo.pero aun te miro desde mi lio.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6928210048897750941/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6928210048897750941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6928210048897750941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6928210048897750941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/viii.html' title='VIII'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3279976175609714905</id><published>2010-06-04T23:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:24:47.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Es tisdinto</title><summary type='text'>cuales son los requisitos para poder saltar al vacio? al vaso me refiero, giles. si en la llanura por fin recupero la vision pero no me gusta lo que veo, un osito polar, de peluchee, que me acecha con sus pequeños ojos de oscuridad, la oscuridad que vuelve a mi, pero cada vez por periodos mas cortos, corto porque era equivocado. que te paso man: ahora hasta tenes tu propio equipo? que es esto che</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3279976175609714905/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3279976175609714905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3279976175609714905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3279976175609714905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/06/es-tisdinto.html' title='Es tisdinto'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3874364919639157689</id><published>2010-05-30T22:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:40:22.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>30/5/10</title><summary type='text'>revuelvo y no me gusta. saco telarañas y cucarachas, no molesta. el buen humor (anda a saber porque) me alcanza el trapo...paso mucho, pasaron muchas, no pase casi ninguna y no recupere las perdidas.pero no canta quien corre, tengo nuevo movil y un gran, gran, granel paso no cambia, y si alguna vez pudo ser peor, lo fue.. esta tranqui la marea pero sigue alta.aparecen algunos delfines pero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3874364919639157689/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3874364919639157689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3874364919639157689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3874364919639157689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/05/30510.html' title='30/5/10'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7873165947072713822</id><published>2010-05-09T22:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:28:11.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conociendo lo desconocido</title><summary type='text'>No existe el desconocer. para desconocer algo tengo que conocer lo que no conozco, pero es una contradiccion conocer lo que no conoces, ergo no existe el desconocer.pero, ojo, puedo desconocer lo que desconozco?bueno esto es mas complicado y la primera respuesta es que si, pero en realidad no.si ya quedamos en que no se puede desconocer tmp podemos desconocer lo desconocido.. estariamos no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7873165947072713822/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7873165947072713822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7873165947072713822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7873165947072713822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/05/conociendo-lo-desconocido.html' title='Conociendo lo desconocido'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' 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Elijo con cuidado mis palabras, las pausas se quedan en mi garganta. Todo plan y memoria ya son historia.No creo en sus discursos, no acepto mis declaraciones.Me escucho y me arrepiento, ya se donde va esto, ya se el final de esta historia. Algunos la vivimos, pocos la escuchamos, pero todos la conocemos. Todos te dicen como, todos te dicen cuando, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/313467604196847039/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=313467604196847039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/313467604196847039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/313467604196847039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobrepienso.html' title='sobrepienso'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1691378855428308686</id><published>2010-04-06T20:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:53:23.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>$</title><summary type='text'>i need money</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1691378855428308686/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1691378855428308686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1691378855428308686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1691378855428308686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6477127487724847260</id><published>2010-03-30T20:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:09:19.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuiste, porque volviste.</title><summary type='text'>la noche no se termina hasta que el dia diga que quiere empezar.porque entendes recien hoy? es necesario que cuando logro despegarme un poco inmediatamente caes una frase que derrumba cuanta pared construya.hoy lo notas, hoy te percatas. no te me soltaras. es pregunta no mi culpa que el tiempo siga sin darnos un media semana normal.es mi idea que no me gusta el lugar que me pones, es entera la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6477127487724847260/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6477127487724847260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6477127487724847260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6477127487724847260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuiste-porque-volviste.html' title='Fuiste, porque volviste.'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3883664994599302201</id><published>2010-03-28T22:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:56:56.087-03:00</updated><title type='text'>/\/\</title><summary type='text'>es dificil no estar donde debes de dejar pasar, no tenes que pensar en lo que hay que volver a tratar. desordenar tu orden para volver a empezar, enfocar tu idea con intento de sabotash.escuchar hippies cantado himnos mugrosos. escuchar bocinas entre las campanas y guitarras entre las zarpadas.se acercan tiempo oscuros, se viene la guerra. en mi trinchera con mis armas inutiles, desgarrando hojas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3883664994599302201/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3883664994599302201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3883664994599302201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3883664994599302201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='/\/\'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2927341960232446307</id><published>2010-03-24T21:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:52:24.712-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tepe</title><summary type='text'>ahhhh no entiende voy a matar hormigasvoy a derramar sangre verde, las calculadoras no me agradan mas. es desprolijo inutil, sin terminar, atolondrado, no pensado, desaprobado.nunca servi, y me asusta ver q no progreso. no es lo mio, yo hago lo mio, no sirvo para dividir, no sirvo para observar.primera y ultima</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2927341960232446307/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2927341960232446307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2927341960232446307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2927341960232446307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/tepe.html' title='tepe'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5769858671977293041</id><published>2010-03-20T22:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:35:43.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alg</title><summary type='text'>def entrada(y):.......x=0.......for k in range(1,y+1):................if y%k==0 and es_primo(k):..........................if x....................................x&lt;=k.........................else:....................................x=x.......return xentrada(73)73entrada(15)5entrada(2)2entrada(yo)vos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5769858671977293041/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5769858671977293041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5769858671977293041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5769858671977293041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/alg.html' title='Alg'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5736033384696360902</id><published>2010-03-17T10:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:44:03.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Linea D</title><summary type='text'>Desde el bajo de las rodillas, el calor soportable hasta ahi. los pies que hablan de modelos y los bolsos que discuten experimentos. con la mente en blanco, destruido a base de las altas horas de minutos intrasendentes de no descanso, dejo de hacer lo que no estaba haciendo. hay imagenes asociadas, y mi nombre. lejos, un susurro apenas. simple, claro, cerca. de entre los auriculares y sus ondas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5736033384696360902/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5736033384696360902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5736033384696360902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5736033384696360902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/linea-d.html' title='Linea D'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4095563282171614906</id><published>2010-03-09T20:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:08:24.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasos Encontrados</title><summary type='text'>Hay dias que no podes salir del subsuelo, hay dias que esta de mas subir escaleras. Hay dias que te levantas temprano, y estan los que no te acostas nunca.Seran momentos compartidos, algunos mocos aburridos, te escribo todos los lios.El lugar cambiara, el tiempo avanzara, el contexto se mantendra, el sabio podra variar, pero el vicio se quedara. Llego para quedarse hace tiempo, podras esconderlo,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4095563282171614906/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4095563282171614906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4095563282171614906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4095563282171614906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/pasos-encontrados.html' title='Pasos Encontrados'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/S5bYvUE4JPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L0GjeZEt2dA/s72-c/cansado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5480352815847040641</id><published>2010-03-06T20:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:54:04.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Nite</title><summary type='text'>el tiempo se consumio, se acerca el agotamiento, se vienen los contratiempos.entonces, la atroz guerra interior va perdiendo el sentido. sea quien sea el ganador sera inutil.es una trampa que no te deja encontrar la entrada, es una battala sin codigos, solo quedan restos de intentos.el ritmo se acelera, la vista se nubla, el segundo viene en camino. sostenes tu espada con los dedos sudados, ya </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1173287820697845307</id><published>2010-03-02T18:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:28:58.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Done, nota lone</title><summary type='text'>paz transitoria se toma vacaciones. se termina la noche. esperando tu turno, ves como te quedas sin lugar, las opciones se achican, tenes que tratar. ultimos minutos. tu idea, desbandada. reformulas, dejas de lado las recomendaciones y te metes en lo comodo. tiempos muertos, dias largos, te esperan unos interesantes meses. desastre.no querias, no lo planeabas. pero pasa. no te queda otra, la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1173287820697845307/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1173287820697845307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1173287820697845307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1173287820697845307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/03/done-nota-lone.html' title='Done, nota lone'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2497084233601094465</id><published>2010-02-24T19:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:56:35.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'>अर्गेंतिना</title><summary type='text'>de imprevisto y dejando de lado el esceptisismo por maradona, me invade la emocion del mundial!य सी नदी तोदविया से दियो केंट नो एस ला प्रिमेरा वेज़ कुए उसो एस्ते इड़ोमा, सबन अलगो। लोस सेक्रेतोस में एस्टन कोन्सुमिएन्दो।</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2497084233601094465/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2497084233601094465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2497084233601094465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2497084233601094465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='अर्गेंतिना'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3604299268402023629</id><published>2010-02-23T06:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:38:35.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror's Edge</title><summary type='text'>somos distintos, no somos mediocres,  no somos idiotas. solo corremos.los colores vivos nos llevan. rojo, verde y azul son las guias en esta palida ciudad.saltando de azotea en techo colgados viviendo al limite, al filo.still alivelas sombras de los riesgos se esconden, las manos responden.sentis el frio aire en tus oidos, los pies reconocen cada superficie.en forma, siempre solos, con una mision</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3604299268402023629/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3604299268402023629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3604299268402023629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3604299268402023629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/mirrors-edge.html' title='Mirror&apos;s Edge'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4827313810003777789</id><published>2010-02-22T21:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:17:09.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>just move forward</title><summary type='text'>hopehateDesenfoqueph</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4827313810003777789/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4827313810003777789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4827313810003777789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4827313810003777789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-move-forward.html' title='just move forward'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-414234940790734267</id><published>2010-02-18T21:25:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:46:36.035-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Es redondo lo que no tiene fondo de acero irrompible para armar juguetes que usan duendes pelados por culpa de la fumigacion anti plastico facial.</title><summary type='text'>caer en la trampa, el circulo. que mi sal no es la misma, mi idea no entra.empiezo por terminar, por pan no pienso sermonear.dejo fluir, con filtro adidas finale mente un filtro, papel. viejo instrumento puntea con claridad a cada estrofa.tamborileando, moviendo las gafas falderas, juan jose paso, esta hablando del año. este febrero tiene menos calor que grondona en la final de hockey masculino y</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/414234940790734267/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=414234940790734267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/414234940790734267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/414234940790734267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/es-redondo-lo-que-no-tiene-fondo-de.html' title='Es redondo lo que no tiene fondo de acero irrompible para armar juguetes que usan duendes pelados por culpa de la fumigacion anti plastico facial.'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-945431930138808931</id><published>2010-02-16T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:08:35.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VII</title><summary type='text'>y ahí parado en frente al altar, sosteniendo tu mano, estoy consiente de cada parte de mi. siento tus dedos moviendose cariñosamente en mi palma. siento cosquillas en los pies y mi estomago es un nudo que me insta a gritar de felicidad. quiero gritar si.solo unos segundos pasaron y ya extraño tus ojos, esos que corresponden a los mios. que me miran y se tildan. quiero abrazarte como tantas veces </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/945431930138808931/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=945431930138808931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/945431930138808931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/945431930138808931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/vii.html' title='VII'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4705120477535638980</id><published>2010-02-15T14:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:27:05.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jovenes</title><summary type='text'>lee:el pelo te deja toda la sabiduria no sera por el fuego que no quemo la cartuchera desgarrada y vacia solo de un equipo sin tuto ni letto no hay cama no hecho y derecho quedate quieto que viene el mastil de la churreria pedilos sin relleno que no me gusta la palabra ratera no hay lugar sin parar que no sea un sucucho donde entras te quedas y hablas no hay en falta ni fuera de juego google </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4705120477535638980/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4705120477535638980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4705120477535638980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4705120477535638980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/jovenes.html' title='Jovenes'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5929143327677781004</id><published>2010-02-05T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:43:46.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Èl</title><summary type='text'>sobre las lloviznas y aun mas lejosavanza sin destino, sigue desafiando.vive por su sueño, sueña con vivirno mira atras, ya esta caminando.escucha sin pensar, piensa como escucharse lava las manos, la mugre no esta sucia.abre los ojos, infla el pechoarriba, tu sueño esta hechotras de èl miles, la plaga se esparcecontinua su camino, todavia sin rumboes un bien sin descansoque bueno, solo no iba a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5929143327677781004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5929143327677781004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5929143327677781004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5929143327677781004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/el.html' title='Èl'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2856177624955493171</id><published>2010-02-03T21:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:12:33.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no es largo</title><summary type='text'>ya me voy, la mañana me sorprende con dos cielos bien blancos. el lago y las nubes son uno, asi se persigue. arriba un sol que parece luna tapado por las tupidas nublas.y a lo lejos, en el horizonte ayer nevado, hoy retapizado, una tira de papel madera cortado a mano hace las veces de montaña.ahora con muchas hojas de sobra tirado en el frio piso de la terminal de S C B trato de recapitular sin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2856177624955493171/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2856177624955493171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2856177624955493171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2856177624955493171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-es-largo.html' title='no es largo'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5782016743698748627</id><published>2010-02-02T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:00:00.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tronando</title><summary type='text'>curioso numero 222, me rei mucho con esto:http://niccageaseveryone.blogspot.com/y bueno es que no queda nada por no contar. trato de no imaginar una silueta a traves de la ventana. de no imaginar una sombra en cada movimiento visto de reojo. no tratar de no vivir siempre pensando en el ahora.cuentan los antiguos que los glaciares arrasaron con todo.hacia mucho (cuatro dias ya) que no me sentia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5782016743698748627/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5782016743698748627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5782016743698748627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5782016743698748627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/tronando.html' title='Tronando'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4871738674991927787</id><published>2010-02-01T13:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:58:40.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcas</title><summary type='text'>hola buenos dias a todos, como se han perdido de nuevo esta mañana? en los cantos de una artimaña no queda sola. mas que un pensamiento flotando en el denso aire caliente. se habla de todo se comenta en la zona in retorno... es que no hay mas falta de pileta y si, locos por el corazon. suena la armoniquita y se cae en la playita.nada que perder, todos conocemos... nos quedamos en vidriogive me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4871738674991927787/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4871738674991927787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4871738674991927787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4871738674991927787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/02/marcas.html' title='Marcas'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7070330779859102447</id><published>2010-01-31T22:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:23:50.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>14/01/10</title><summary type='text'>no me animo, yo sigo concentrado en el camino.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7070330779859102447/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7070330779859102447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7070330779859102447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7070330779859102447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/01/140110.html' title='14/01/10'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2581614836640717282</id><published>2010-01-31T16:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:00:05.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>30/01/10</title><summary type='text'>Por un timing increibleAca es normal, no hay moral. Viajas con todos y giras con ninguno. Sera de noche, a la mañana o de dia.En un coche hay un fuerte olor, se lleva con un dolor que se oxida.Es social, es anti proceso, si hay fuego nunca falta, la primer noche con techo, la tercera sin leña.Se que no se pierde pero no me gusta todo lo que es verde. tuvimos tiempos dificiles, sin ir muy lejos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2581614836640717282/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2581614836640717282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2581614836640717282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2581614836640717282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/01/300110.html' title='30/01/10'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7011617725339826503</id><published>2010-01-11T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:15:16.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>En el pueblooooooooooooocon tu pipaaaaaaaaaaaaaao lo looooooooooooooooooodedicado al coco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7011617725339826503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6336299803578366694</id><published>2010-01-10T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:28:52.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>20:07</title><summary type='text'>con muchas ganas de escribir, y bastante inspirado quedara para otro dia, probablemente para papel ya que las compus no abundan a donde voy. ya contare mi historia pre historia y ya me ire pos viaje.el retraso no es malo, si la vuelta corregida. extremo cansancio, no correr con 20 kilos en la espalda es buen consejo... menos si es para nada :(alunizé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6336299803578366694/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6515582116901354461</id><published>2010-01-06T22:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:32:06.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Partiendo</title><summary type='text'>y asi de golpe, en un momento de soledad, un pensamiento fugaz. un perro inocente me saca una sonrisa, siento como me relajo, como todo mal deja mi cuerpo, como toda preocupacion es misera, siento paz. curiosamente tres semanas antes de lo casi planeado.felicidad emano, me voy con hermanos. algo de nunca olvidar.with love in her eyesthe sky is no longer greyI was making my mind,i just couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6515582116901354461/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6515582116901354461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6515582116901354461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6515582116901354461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/01/partiendo.html' title='Partiendo'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7760044215133700211</id><published>2010-01-02T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:27:36.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IV</title><summary type='text'>Serena y furiosamente.Por un dia, por unas horas encarnar a el culpable. Sentirte alrededor, poder abrazarte, mirarte a la cara y hablarte sin vueltas, decirte. Que te quiero y ver en las profundidades de tus ojos un espejo, en los movimientos de tus manos una prueba de verdad y en tu respuesta un calido unisono.Tristemente feliz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7760044215133700211/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7760044215133700211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7760044215133700211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7760044215133700211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/01/iv.html' title='IV'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4078511255797817733</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:48:34.713-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y porque ESTE sea TAN BUENO o MEJOR que el que paso, vamos vida!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4078511255797817733/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4078511255797817733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4078511255797817733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4078511255797817733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-porque-este-sea-tan-bueno-o-mejor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-9009246203610052943</id><published>2009-12-28T22:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:31:40.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorf</title><summary type='text'>resortes de cristal, dos dedos en la frente, es un gran mundo de conjeturas y muchas miniaturas. hay reyes del cabezon y pocos zapallos capaces de hacer un fogon. no hay antesala de la proeza, rompa la promeza, deja el misterio y se une a responder mails idiota s. de que vale ganar si despues ganaria. no voy a intentar detenerlo, a esto no le queda nada de vida, no le queda otra a la fria. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/9009246203610052943/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3269086616800673581</id><published>2009-12-25T02:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:49:19.564-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>che, no se que desearles</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3269086616800673581/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3269086616800673581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3269086616800673581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3269086616800673581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/che-no-se-que-desearles.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7804223087927129038</id><published>2009-12-20T18:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:30:45.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty</title><summary type='text'>sory, no se que decirte, estas cosas pasan. casi nunca pero pasan..en mi caso me paso por cuarta vez. si amazing! lo conseguis en la tienda "a ver si aHorra"larga larga laaarga semana que nO termina, queria vacaciones, mierda que ya Las tuve. déjame volver a mi monótono estudio. quiero tanto, contentisimo que lo hAremos.entendeeeees! no Biene! no Lo pienso ni pEnsamos traer! que se joda! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7804223087927129038/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7804223087927129038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7804223087927129038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7804223087927129038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/mighty.html' title='Mighty'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-292537508897462820</id><published>2009-12-17T17:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:24:32.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiuba</title><summary type='text'>JAJAJA que risa me das, que emociooooon!jueveeeesimpresionante, imponente, vieja, magestuosa, importante, desorientante, contrastante y muchos otros adjetivos que terminan seguramente en ante o advervios que terminen en mente.recorrerla, caminar por ahi, sentirse chiquito, de nuevo, paredes marmol y madera, obras y escaleras, clases vacias (o casi loca de mierda), bancos incomodos, si aun mas, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/292537508897462820/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=292537508897462820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/292537508897462820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/292537508897462820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/fiuba.html' title='Fiuba'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5594578054794971194</id><published>2009-12-11T22:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:13:01.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volvio la luz</title><summary type='text'>es curioso, muy curioso. diria algun que otro Tincho. raro como cuando se siente una necesidad de venir a este pequeño rectangulo blanco (que dsp toma colores en el blog)  a teclear algo.cuando no se quiere poner mayusculas, el tiempo muerto no existe y las ideas le ganan al teclado. esos que quedan buenos, y cuando los ves en un tiempo te sorprenden, te gustan.es que hay casa llena la gente se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5594578054794971194/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2407740607882223610</id><published>2009-12-09T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:15:31.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>repito</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2407740607882223610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2407740607882223610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2407740607882223610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2407740607882223610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/repito.html' title='repito'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-5713803369159918217</id><published>2009-12-06T15:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:23:55.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>´:`</title><summary type='text'>sera por que crecemos, sera por que comemos, sera porque simplemente vivimos, sera porque hablamos, sera porque pensamos, sera porque nos avivamos, sera por inercia, sera por necesidad, sera por tristeza, sera por responder, sera por falta, sera en falta, sera una moda, sera una joda, sera molesto, sera deshonesto, sera naciente, sera de madera, sera horrendo, sera de una zanja, sera de callado, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/5713803369159918217/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=5713803369159918217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5713803369159918217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/5713803369159918217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_06.html' title='´:`'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1996709558009192288</id><published>2009-12-05T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:36:56.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>junio de sambayon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1996709558009192288/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1996709558009192288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1996709558009192288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gran cruzada va terminando, no es la causa de mi palidez, es la causa de mi estupidez. preocupante verano si no corta el tiempo.no, no quiero reparar, no quiero prestar atencion, no quiero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/8796064894334637267/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=8796064894334637267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8796064894334637267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8796064894334637267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/termino-yo-no.html' title='termino, yo no'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2605676005065603782</id><published>2009-12-01T22:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:52:51.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>Bienvenido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2605676005065603782/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2605676005065603782&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2605676005065603782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2605676005065603782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1120838247942385820</id><published>2009-11-30T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:31:02.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CASI</title><summary type='text'>caminando 2 horas simplemente por el placer de deslizar tarjetas que nunca lei entre la goma y el vidrio. Repetir viejas calles desconcidas y aun mas viejos sandwiches no testeados.Viviendo alla estaria mal, asumo. Costumbres que no vuelven. Y vuelvo, que con el pensamiento en R3 las rectas son curvas y los planos carecen de interseccion. Pienso, pensé, dos horas. Rato hacia que no pensaba tan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1120838247942385820/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1120838247942385820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1120838247942385820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1120838247942385820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/11/casi.html' title='CASI'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-7790444700488701163</id><published>2009-11-27T21:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:05:29.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias</title><summary type='text'>Porque pareciera que tuviera una brujula que me guia en cada perdida de tiempo, una flecha que no es mas que un vector irracional y un pasillo vacio. No queda mucho tiempo. Te deja con buen sabor en la boca saber que el reloj se podria ahorcar a si mismo. Que la pila dura mas que los sentidos vivos, y que sus vibraciones camuflan tu temblor. El color aumenta, me crio hasta el final con el menton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/7790444700488701163/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=7790444700488701163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7790444700488701163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/7790444700488701163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/11/dias.html' title='Dias'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2868685246382699322</id><published>2009-11-21T20:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:06:49.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerco &amp; Bobin</title><summary type='text'>I've been too long I'm glad to be backI've been looking at the sky Yes, I'm backWell, I'm backYes, I'm backWell I'm back in blackYes I'm back in blackY con parpados ajenos, cansancio desmerecido y mucha(..), mucho(..), pensamiento, razonamiento, intento, y por sobre todo, planeamiento.Y SIENTE MAL CARADURO.Guerrero como siempre: no confundas mi realismo con negativismo por favor.La barba nunca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2868685246382699322/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2868685246382699322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2868685246382699322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2868685246382699322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/11/puerco-bobin.html' title='Puerco &amp; Bobin'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-2357243551352970423</id><published>2009-11-07T22:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:12:05.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Seg</title><summary type='text'>Sr inmundo se fue a bañar, sin comer, sin tratar. Con autos aturdidos, ve y cree, es una salchicha fosilizada, fofa y mutante se cree bolsita de pan sin miga.Adrede, no hay mas vereda, saca tu billetera hay una gran confusion. La paleta no te sirve para arar en busca del oro.Europa, mi dios, un gran alcorta. Pensa en un abridor de puertas, un loco vago y dislexico. Astuto viejo de montaña, le </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/2357243551352970423/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=2357243551352970423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2357243551352970423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/2357243551352970423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/11/al-seg.html' title='Al Seg'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4732938463409607396</id><published>2009-11-04T00:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:19:38.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Record.a</title><summary type='text'>auricular, planear, crear, vaciar, cambiar, rapear, malear, caviar, atarear, menear(?), todo es de palo. canta a tu ritmo, venga tu muerte luke, venga a meter disco's stu duros. hablando de nueve a once, camino a puerto rico esquina cuyo, FL tapa e injeccion de o' mierda.no me da la sensacion de que este ben, ni bien, como el tren (que tren?) su falta de jardin de da'a. un arrastre, un problema, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4732938463409607396/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4732938463409607396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4732938463409607396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4732938463409607396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/11/recorda.html' title='Record.a'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4632549756474097206</id><published>2009-11-01T19:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:56:07.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'>euu</title><summary type='text'>HolaNuevamente adentro, nuevamente atento, bestias impunes, impares. Olvidables personas.Hoy seria domingo, que altura importante, las calles vacias, inundaciones incompletas.QUE FINDE. que buena representacion! FIN DE!Tantas cosas, no tantas, terminan, minan y cauducan. Los cambios son para las bicis, para los climas y para los morfos.Resaltemos inutiles pensamientos, extremos frios vienen de la</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4632549756474097206/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4632549756474097206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4632549756474097206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4632549756474097206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/11/euu.html' title='euu'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3995340819049181313</id><published>2009-10-28T19:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:44:28.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y tengo ganas de volar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3995340819049181313/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3995340819049181313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3995340819049181313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3995340819049181313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-tengo-ganas-de-volar.html' title=''/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6527904166734043353</id><published>2009-10-18T21:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:43:53.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños alternos</title><summary type='text'>Ideas lo(gi)cas arrancadas desde la verde expresion del alma. La musica suena solo en mi conciencia. La letra se va achicando, la mano se va quedando. Alguien debe de estar entrando.De lo malo ya no queda nada, magico o tragico martes en mi haber, osea que debo. A quien? Quien recibe no da. Comparte o reparte, es la unica manera de levantar tu estandarte. Ese que ondea con cada uno de mis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6527904166734043353/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6527904166734043353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6527904166734043353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6527904166734043353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/10/suenos-alternos.html' title='Sueños alternos'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-8344636098450752598</id><published>2009-10-13T19:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:22:05.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>·3·x·1·</title><summary type='text'>Siempre pense que lo mejor es tenerse fe, este no es el caso. Que atrasado, emproblemado(?) y poco preocupado que estoy. Avanzar es sinonimo de no hablar. No pensar es sinonimo de comer acompañado. El problema de ser repetitivo sin querer, y el conflicto de las tentaciones aun sin ver.La, comida fria por mi culpa..Te miro en el espejo y no me veo las lineas de la cara. Escucho cientos de tonos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/8344636098450752598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=8344636098450752598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8344636098450752598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/8344636098450752598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/10/3x1.html' title='·3·x·1·'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6239107549691377647</id><published>2009-10-06T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:39:43.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orismos</title><summary type='text'>De que hablar despues de amar, de que sostenerse despues de saltar, con quien cantar en el mar, en que viajar si no hay señal. Con que escribir sin expresar. Por que seguir implicito si no es ilicito, por que caminar si puedo correr, por que esperar si puedo entender.De remar,De 3 mil millones de razones,Con uno,En ti Imaginar,Con la mente,Porque seria humillante,por que correr si puedo caminar,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6239107549691377647/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6239107549691377647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6239107549691377647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6239107549691377647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/10/orismos.html' title='Orismos'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-1587179611738494615</id><published>2009-10-04T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:49:52.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrornando</title><summary type='text'>pierde la cordura habla con soltura, liberate de esas ataduras. libre de seguir las reglas, libre de elegir hacer lo correcto, que moralista me he puesto.para los buenos momentos solo queda un sueter prestado, unas zapatillas nuevas, algun rozal y un buen predicador, esta cosa ayuda para seguir la vida dura. la media sombra le da onda, los bafles del tiempo en el medio vibran al compas del </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/1587179611738494615/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=1587179611738494615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1587179611738494615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/1587179611738494615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/10/terrornando.html' title='Terrornando'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3288924816547196065</id><published>2009-09-28T21:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:15:11.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulso</title><summary type='text'>hay gente de mente ausente, hay personas que no permanecen. una copa de mani japoné, un barril de fresca espuma, un albañil te mira desde la cuna, eso que ni es la una. Vos reis yo y mi loro. no es oro, es platino señor. no me engaño, es de dia, con el azul negro, un sol blanco y pecas.no caso una, debe faltarme nomeclatura, no me clave tu razon. es un dia menos en el tiempo del split en tres. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3288924816547196065/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3288924816547196065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3288924816547196065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3288924816547196065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/09/impulso.html' title='Impulso'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3468052903148741968</id><published>2009-09-27T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:40:10.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Los anonimos resueltos</title><summary type='text'>si, empece serie nueva. culpa de mi hmna que esta de vacaciones.y si, concuerda con el presente. no no lo hace, pero logro que encaje, lo que pasa con todo aquello que predispongas de esa maner.estoy en otro planeta, proba soy de otro planeta. Estoy asombrado, hasta diria, si no fuera bonaerense, anonadado con mi indiferencia hacia mi almohada.y tengo visiones, escucho canciones, no tengo razones</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3468052903148741968/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3468052903148741968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3468052903148741968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3468052903148741968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-anonimos-resueltos.html' title='Los anonimos resueltos'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3100196390018949392</id><published>2009-09-24T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:00:00.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>N mprt</title><summary type='text'>y como dijo un negro en un video de youtube, no importa quien seas, ni a donde vayas en la vida, no impora que hagas, no importa cuando pesques, no importa que no uses medias de nylon, ni que niquel, ni que ni te digas que ni que ni, no importa que no mires las estrellas, no importa que pintes de amarillo, no importa que no te preguntes, no importa que no cumplas todos los años, ni que tu </summary><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-4950358307151923903</id><published>2009-09-20T19:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:48:52.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Gee</title><summary type='text'>Vamos a cantar. que el bondi te levante sin maquina, el partido se quedo sin jugadas. un dedo con magulladuras, e incomodo sera. un lunes incorrecto.dejame vivir en un saturn, dormir un ratum y cantar a corum, no trabajo intangiblemente la madera. un pedazo de ciervo, un amigazo paso a cuervo. negro y molesto, parte se alegra parte se entristece. parte no me entiendo.un parte me llega, maldades </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/4950358307151923903/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=4950358307151923903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4950358307151923903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/4950358307151923903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/09/em-gee.html' title='Em Gee'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-6783401319945812574</id><published>2009-09-15T19:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:32:12.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7436760583460394786</title><summary type='text'>Todo es tan tranquilo, el sol esta pero no lo siento, las vibraciones se escurren entre mis venas. Pienso, pienso que pienso, pienso que deberia dejar de pensar en eso. Reflexiono, siento pena y algo de remordimiento.Lenta mi mente, surge un tita totalmente nuevo, refrescante y bienvendio. Espero que dure. Este resfrio sin fin me asfixia. Ese sueño irrefutable me seca la garganta. Quiero dejar de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/6783401319945812574/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=6783401319945812574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6783401319945812574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/6783401319945812574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/09/7436760583460394786.html' title='7436760583460394786'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4584786068262215867.post-3784220497897171654</id><published>2009-09-13T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:27:30.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sam sem sum</title><summary type='text'>serias y amables. con toda la sabiduria se queda sin idea de la feria gris. te falta materia! deja de fumar energia y construi el porta etiquetas. dejalo ahi. sabio no es savio. di me tu si queres escabio! facu: macro es mas barato que el uni, no hay vuelta ni gancia que darle.no te dejes caer, queda mucho por hacer, elegi tu padron y busca el perdon. el piso deberia ser un espejo asi no nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/feeds/3784220497897171654/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4584786068262215867&amp;postID=3784220497897171654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3784220497897171654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4584786068262215867/posts/default/3784220497897171654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambayon.blogspot.com/2009/09/sam-sem-sum.html' title='sam sem sum'/><author><name>Dios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00515154480658023735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B893iv9MVRg/SKs6fiK8Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IlNnEA0bdHE/S220/god.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
