<?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-6151095</id><updated>2011-10-17T19:33:33.369-05:00</updated><category term='desert'/><category term='and so on'/><category term='small dreams.'/><category term='something like love'/><category term='small dreams. something like love'/><category term='wintery'/><category term='cold wind'/><title type='text'>Cosas para decir en silencio</title><subtitle type='html'>Mi corazón de piedra es casi perfecto. Cumple con la función de mantenerme viva, pero tiene un defecto: puede sentir.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-979177602675296302</id><published>2011-07-17T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:02:35.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and so on'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People ask other people how do they do to live with themselves. Those never answer. Those cannot teach us. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/979177602675296302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=979177602675296302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/979177602675296302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/979177602675296302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-ask-other-people-how-do-they-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6013957913822541191</id><published>2011-07-13T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:33:07.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estoy acá. Sólo que no tanto. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6013957913822541191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6013957913822541191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6013957913822541191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6013957913822541191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2011/07/estoy-aca.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6336813732485874366</id><published>2010-10-21T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:05:45.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cartografía.Un mapa de tu cuerpo para no perderme cuando vaya. Para no olvidar cada centímetro de piel. Para marcar mis lugares favoritos. Para escribir con las yemas de mis dedos sobre ti.Y enredarme en tu pelo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6336813732485874366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6336813732485874366&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6336813732485874366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6336813732485874366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/10/cartografia.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-802299931487395998</id><published>2010-09-13T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:53:30.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something like love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and so on'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Se hizo tarde,es hora de que vuelvas a casa" -Coiffeur¿Cuándo fue que comenzamos esta cuenta regresiva?Todavía quedan cientos de días.Acaso importarán el día que nos encontremos. Porque habrán pasado ya. Por ahora, no importan.Sólo busquemos horizontes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/802299931487395998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=802299931487395998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/802299931487395998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/802299931487395998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-hizo-tarde-es-hora-de-que-vuelvas.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5832095970545871213</id><published>2010-08-31T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:02:39.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Ella es artista. Es músico, pinta un poquito y escribe.- Ah, ¿si? ¿escribe?- Sí, tiene un blog. Pero no lo leas, porque te enamoras. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5832095970545871213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5832095970545871213&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5832095970545871213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5832095970545871213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/08/ella-es-artista.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-495647498056251047</id><published>2010-08-10T01:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:51:17.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo no respiro. Manejo el aire a mi acomodo. Ya no sé de dónde me salen los suspiros.¿Estaré soñando mucho?No.Estoy viviendo en la realidad que quiero vivir.En ésta, donde todo comienza. La que continúa está allá afuera.Ahorcándome los dedosEsperándome.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/495647498056251047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=495647498056251047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/495647498056251047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/495647498056251047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/08/yo-no-respiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3733468423743352268</id><published>2010-07-19T16:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:31:45.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Distancia? ¿Qué es eso?No sé.Ni quiero saberlo.Creo que no existe realmente. Es una ilusión.Porque si lo piensas bien, yo estaría allá cuidándote la espalda.O arrancándote la piel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3733468423743352268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3733468423743352268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3733468423743352268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3733468423743352268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/07/distancia-que-es-eso-la-distancia-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/TETRAE8gY2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/U22GFCD6s2w/s72-c/100_2600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8404655328523857225</id><published>2010-07-14T00:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:35:27.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something like love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and so on'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ahora sí.Habla. Dirán que somos como el agua y el aceite.Yo responderé que al menos somos líquidos. Me extrañan tus paredes. (Te extrañan las mías.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8404655328523857225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8404655328523857225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8404655328523857225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8404655328523857225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/07/ahora-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5058529509672012703</id><published>2010-06-15T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:59:44.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something like love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and so on'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:::::::La rebeldía de AuroraYo sé que la desición está tomada.No pretendo cambiarla, en absoluto.Pero puedo soñar.Puedo pensar en qué pasaría si te quedaras.Conmigo.No por mí. No te preocupes. El cielo nos envidiará. Ya verás. La pregunta aquí no es qué vas a hacer conmigo.La pregunta aquí es: ¿qué vas a hacer sin mí? :::::::</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5058529509672012703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5058529509672012703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5058529509672012703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5058529509672012703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-rebeldia-de-aurora-yo-se-que-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8396340974611185419</id><published>2010-05-06T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:18:41.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold wind'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mira cómo se desangra la bolsa del té. Está bien.Siento que he perdido una parte de mi vida al no pasar todos los minutos a tu lado desde que te conozco.Por eso mismo, siento y sé que debo dejarte ir. Lo sé. Y basta de decirlo.No volveré a pronunciar tu nombre. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8396340974611185419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8396340974611185419&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8396340974611185419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8396340974611185419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/05/mira-como-se-desangra-la-bolsa-del-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3837213304828648606</id><published>2010-04-03T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:28:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You wont let me down?Ya decidimos que eras cosa del pasado.Y el pasado son horas de tiempo mal gastadas en pensar en un regreso.En un volver.Ya no quiero ésto.No.No así.Yo prefiero pensar que siempre hay un lugar a donde se puede huir.Aunque "siempre" sea mentira.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3837213304828648606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3837213304828648606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3837213304828648606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3837213304828648606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-wont-let-me-down-ya-decidimos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5076137568351909066</id><published>2010-03-16T22:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:59:40.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Es curioso y bonito entenderse en el pasado de las demás personas.Es interesante y refrescante ver tu nombre escrito en un libro que jamás vas a volver a ver.Todo lo que conocemos es tan complicado que sólo podríamos enternderlo como un continuo guardar y botar de recuerdos. La vida se debate entre un saludo muy corto y una despedida muy larga.Y digan lo que digan, siempre duele.Y es, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5076137568351909066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5076137568351909066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5076137568351909066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5076137568351909066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/03/es-curioso-y-bonito-entenderse-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5121782276693974752</id><published>2010-03-14T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:35.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, I don't always know the answer.If I do, take me to the hospital, andGod, please help me.Te conocí.Me intimidaste.Y luego, te busqué por ahí.Y vi tus fotos.Tus frases.Vi que tenemos los mismos errores de ortografía.O al menos la misma dislexia.También vi que no eres tan grande como pensé.Vi que aveces sientes miedo y te sientes mal, igual que yo.Entre tus canciones, encontré algunas que yo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5121782276693974752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5121782276693974752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5121782276693974752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5121782276693974752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-i-dont-always-know-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5721622271307070860</id><published>2010-03-07T19:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:23:50.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...a sunday smileand we felt true  ♫  No sé cómo se soportan los domingos.  Yo los odio.  Entre la ansidad y la melancolía cualquiera se arranca la cabeza.  Mataría porque no existieran.   Y no hay música que valga.   Y no hay comida que valga.  Toda la soledad se acumula el mismo día. ¿Estaré siendo injusta? No. El domingo ha sido más injusto y duro conmigo. Y desde siempre. Sólo le estoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5721622271307070860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5721622271307070860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5721622271307070860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5721622271307070860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-469175536608184147</id><published>2010-01-08T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:08:49.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puede ser, tal vez, quizás,depronto, acaso, posible y encubiertamente,todo cabe, por sí o por no, según, conforme y cómodamente queyo también. (la fiebre de un sabado azul)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/469175536608184147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=469175536608184147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/469175536608184147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/469175536608184147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2010/01/puede-ser-tal-vez-quizas-depronto-acaso.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1111246520356579534</id><published>2009-12-05T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:48:14.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, right.Like you could be fixed.Like I colud fix you._-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-__-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Yeah, right.Like I could be fixed.Like you could fix me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1111246520356579534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1111246520356579534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1111246520356579534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1111246520356579534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/SxspeLJU_FI/AAAAAAAAAH4/t1LYsGLI_Uk/s72-c/dislexia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2844140381161131020</id><published>2009-10-03T16:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:19:32.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-oh, please don't ask me why and how I believe (in) you.I just do. I don't know how to go back to a normal life.As much as I try, I can't seem to find a way to remember about my Saturdays on the past two years.How they've been.It's a lost day.Lost in someone's memory.Sometimes I think that you're the only thing missing on  my life for it to be perfect.Then, I come down to my senses and I remember</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2844140381161131020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2844140381161131020&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2844140381161131020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2844140381161131020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-please-dont-ask-me-why-and-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-4658665296804939089</id><published>2009-09-21T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:22:20.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Demasiadas equivocaciones seguidas.Demasiados intentos fallidos.~Ya me cansé~(¿)Me rindo(?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4658665296804939089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=4658665296804939089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4658665296804939089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4658665296804939089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/demasiadas-equivocaciones-seguidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5294451269790816063</id><published>2009-09-13T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:32:13.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(¿Porqué tenía yo azucar entre la nariz?)Se pasó el día. Se volvió a pasar el día. Volví a desesperar. Volví a vomitar ausencia. Ciclos de inimaginables cuentos que se enredan unos con otros. Y ya ni siquiera tú sabes darme la misma explicación dos veces. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5294451269790816063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5294451269790816063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5294451269790816063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5294451269790816063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-tenia-yo-azucar-entre-la-nariz.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8455282932918001107</id><published>2009-08-31T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:44:39.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's no picture that can explain what I'm feeling. I want you (need you) back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8455282932918001107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8455282932918001107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8455282932918001107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8455282932918001107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-no-picture-that-can-explain-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-775301761544722523</id><published>2009-08-19T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:40:41.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linger - verb (use without object)1. To remain or stay on a place longer than usual or expected.     2. To remain alive, althoug [gradually dying.]          3 To dwell in contemplation, thought or enjoyment.               4. To delay...                    5. To walk slowly.And so on, I linger.       I just linger. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/775301761544722523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=775301761544722523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/775301761544722523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/775301761544722523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/linger-verb-use-without-object-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-7351910349302064313</id><published>2009-08-09T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:08:31.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams. something like love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aún no lo sabes, pero te ví.Te vi caminando por la calle en la noche.Yo iba en carro. Las luces nos cegaron un poco, pero eras tu.Yo sé que eras tu.Porque así caminas.Así te vistes.Así...--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__* How do you overcome the distance?   (We felt so real.)* I could place the stones in your way.[I want to have a real dream]* The past is always waiting for the present to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7351910349302064313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=7351910349302064313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7351910349302064313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7351910349302064313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/aun-no-lo-sabes-pero-te-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6982638641393191646</id><published>2009-07-21T14:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:42:14.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Alguno de nosotros sabe realmente quién es?Me he dejado llevar por la ansiedad y el desenfreno.Ya no sé quién soy.La que pensaba, la que sentía, la que contaba, la que imaginaba,ha desaparecido.En la arena.No sé qué has hecho con ella.Pero la necesito de vuelta. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6982638641393191646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6982638641393191646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6982638641393191646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6982638641393191646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguno-de-nosotros-sabe-realmente-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5348340982335705274</id><published>2009-07-16T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:37:14.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(No me avises.Sólo vuelve.Regresa.Llega.Aparecey toca la puerta.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5348340982335705274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5348340982335705274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5348340982335705274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5348340982335705274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-me-avises.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-9043422867146367657</id><published>2009-07-14T22:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:23:51.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams. something like love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      ES-MX   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/9043422867146367657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=9043422867146367657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9043422867146367657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9043422867146367657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-21-false-false-false-es-mx-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Sl1YaZzRYII/AAAAAAAAAHg/fFgn5uxhGfE/s72-c/se+espera.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5715801694561632168</id><published>2009-07-12T18:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:27:51.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Y llorando me dijiste que jamás me olvidarías.La mar. Las olas de la mar. -El mar es uno de día y otro de noche.-Imponente. Importante.-Nunca se repite en medio de su propia monotonía.-Nunca las olas caen igual.-Sin embargo, lo único que sabe hacer es botar agua a la arena,que parece escarcha dordada,y es como la nieve: no existen dos partículas iguales.-Eventualmente todo llegará a la orilla.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5715801694561632168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5715801694561632168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5715801694561632168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5715801694561632168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-llorando-me-dijiste-que-jamas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/SlqIxbfbFtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eAnw9ZBVZQs/s72-c/Tayrona.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8928935551599201275</id><published>2009-06-20T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:12:10.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8928935551599201275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8928935551599201275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8928935551599201275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8928935551599201275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/SjxvogfenZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6jA12MRrMTI/s72-c/bemoles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1177680843869874839</id><published>2009-06-16T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:56:29.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(des)ilusiónÉl me dijo alguna vez que quería botar piedritasen el vidrio de mi ventanapara avisarme que había llegado.Hoy escuché ese sonido.Venía de la calle.Miré hacia afuera.Era mi papá buscando a mi mamá....lloré un poquito. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1177680843869874839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1177680843869874839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1177680843869874839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1177680843869874839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/desilusion-el-me-dijo-alguna-vez-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5517181382148276602</id><published>2009-06-13T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:15:55.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You say now that everything is going to change. But you don´t dare to ask me if this is what I want. You came here and started changing my room, my walls, my paintings, my books. And then, you care to leave. As if nothing ever happened. I must confess that I have been contemplating a possible way to get me out of this.  But I have found that all the exits are closed. You have trapped me in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5517181382148276602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5517181382148276602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5517181382148276602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5517181382148276602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-say-now-that-everything-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-7574253290679088016</id><published>2009-06-10T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:00:04.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Réquiem7Cayó la palabra petrificadaen mi pecho vivo todavía.No importa, de hecho estaba preparada,fuera como fuere, lo superaría.No es hoy para mí día de calma:necesito acabar con la memoria,necesito petrificar el alma,necesito recomenzar mi historia-si no... el caliente susurro del verano,tal fiesta viene a mi ventana abierta.Lo había prsentido ha ya lontano-un día radiante y la casa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7574253290679088016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=7574253290679088016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7574253290679088016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7574253290679088016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/requiem-7-cayo-la-palabra-petrificada.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-920611016740703127</id><published>2009-06-01T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:29:10.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sinceramente... Necesito un recuerdo que no me haga llorar.Un pestaña que con (todo) el calor, no se evapore.Una parte de( )mente que no quiera echar en saco roto.Un circuito en forma de ocho, por donde pueda contemplar el pasado sin herirme.(Recordar sin rabia)Imaginar sin rencor...Es todo tan pesado.Deberíamos poder volver a empezar todo de nuevo.Volver a encontrarnos en una esquina.Nadie lo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/920611016740703127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=920611016740703127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/920611016740703127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/920611016740703127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/06/sinceramente.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-7135814135407139638</id><published>2009-05-09T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:07:32.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creo, seriamente, que no te voy a encontrar nunca.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7135814135407139638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=7135814135407139638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7135814135407139638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7135814135407139638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/creo-seriamente-que-no-te-voy-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/SgY00ymtPHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/r9AK2t_7HcY/s72-c/Bogota2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2192573093553506821</id><published>2009-04-25T17:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:02:55.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poder      volver      a      empezar...                                                                                                                                                                                              Y en el medio, frases que nos unieran y nos ataran a algún recuerdo para poder ser pasado de alguna vida, ser memoria de algun corazón, y ser nosotros sin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2192573093553506821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2192573093553506821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2192573093553506821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2192573093553506821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/04/poder-volver-empezar.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-9070785538754132251</id><published>2009-03-05T19:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:06:18.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/9070785538754132251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=9070785538754132251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9070785538754132251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9070785538754132251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/03/style-definitions-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1798953137991317047</id><published>2009-03-01T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:36:22.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" you really have to mean what you say" Fuma mucho.Se lava los dientes y vuelve a fumar antes de irse a dormir.Se cae del sueño, pero insiste en el "último cigarrillo".Se quema los dedos, pero la terquedad no la deja en paz.Insiste.Se sienta en la sala a oscuras a fumar.Y sigue.Reclama que hay quienes le alcahuetean el "último cigarrillo".Gime.Algo soñará en medio de todo.Entre copiada y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1798953137991317047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1798953137991317047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1798953137991317047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1798953137991317047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-really-have-to-mean-what-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6868036922814961670</id><published>2009-01-26T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:09:21.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No ser, conocer.No.No seré yo la que te haga perder la cabeza.No seré yo con la que quieras estar.No seré yo la que te haga hablar y sonreir en la misma estación.Ciclo.Etapa.Era.Fase.Momento.Instante.Hora.Segundo.Rato.Ocasión.Circunstancia.Siglo.Primavera.Paso.Compás.Fracción.Nos cruzamos en el tiempo.Nunca encontramos nuestro momento ni nuestro lugar. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6868036922814961670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6868036922814961670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6868036922814961670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6868036922814961670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-ser-conocer.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6668572533053556998</id><published>2009-01-18T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:55:32.947-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queríamos creer que podíamos con todo.Pero no.No vivimos sólo de ilusiones y efectos.Vivimos a causa de todo,                 y  con..se..cuen..cias..Y coincidencias que nos torturan  de una manera exacta.  Porque nada vuelve a suceder.(Me hiela el hielo. ){Me mata la poesía.}[Me cierra un cajón.]Y yo me siento a pensar,cómo sería otro amanecer.Sin preguntar y sin responder.Sigamos limpiando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6668572533053556998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6668572533053556998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6668572533053556998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6668572533053556998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/01/queramos-creer-que-podamos-con-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2328299306873410619</id><published>2009-01-03T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:10:29.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wintery'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mentir: v.intr.(lat. mentiri) [79]. Decir unamentira o mentiras: mientes al decir que estabas allí. Mentira: Cosa que se dice sabiendo queno es verdad. &lt;&gt;Mentira piadosa:  Mentira que se dice parano causar disgusto o tristeza a alguien.Miento.(Ya no entiendo nada)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2328299306873410619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2328299306873410619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2328299306873410619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2328299306873410619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2009/01/mentir-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-4701134773983664203</id><published>2008-11-12T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:10:38.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soy aquel vacío de innumerables palabras que estallaron en medio de tu cordura.Debes entender que no existoSoy piedra, soy rio, soy mar.Y aquellos momentos en los que nos sentimos morir un poco, fueron los mismos que borramos con el tiempo, con el viento, con el ir y venir de las olas de un mar al que nunca fuimos.Y cuando nos miramos al espejo, vimos nuestros ojos encerrados en un cuerpo que no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4701134773983664203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=4701134773983664203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4701134773983664203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4701134773983664203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/11/soy-aquel-vaco-de-innumerables-palabras.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2777276086361406926</id><published>2008-07-28T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:10:46.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo tangible...Lo dulce... Lo sencillo... Lo espontáneo...                                                                  ...amo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2777276086361406926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2777276086361406926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2777276086361406926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2777276086361406926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-o-tangible.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-341695706366072665</id><published>2008-07-27T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:11:23.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold wind'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De borrar...Ya no sé quién soy. Envuelta en papel, me escribo y me borro. Me escribo y me borro. Quisiera hablar, lo juro.Y decir cosas bonitas...al oído. Que escucharas. Que entendieras. Preguntar. Responder. Conocer.Si (tan solo) lo imaginaras...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/341695706366072665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=341695706366072665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/341695706366072665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/341695706366072665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/07/de-borrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6726774883519900411</id><published>2008-07-11T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:57:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, pero todo está bien.   Ahora sí, todo está bien. Guardo secretos entre mis medias. Entre los cajones.Entre el amor.Y, ahora, cuando todo está tan verde, cuando todo es diferente,cuando el aire no hace falta,entendí la sonrisa amarga, y las pestañas de algodón.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6726774883519900411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6726774883519900411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6726774883519900411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6726774883519900411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-pero-todo-est-bien.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3464613480965339608</id><published>2008-05-15T18:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:11:33.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small dreams.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo se detiene en tu nombre. Ese que despierta. el que deja, el que vive. Todo pasa, todo sigue, nada pasa, nada sigue. El sol se levanta, despierta, despertemos del abismo.Acá estamos, acá vamos, allá vamos, entre ojos, entre piel.Sigamos, para allá, para no parar, para siempre estar mejor. Si, violenta la luz que nos despertó. Pero miremos hacia otro lado.Pero abramos los ojos. Pero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3464613480965339608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3464613480965339608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3464613480965339608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3464613480965339608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/05/todo-se-detiene-en-tu-nombre.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-94670629132200432</id><published>2008-05-03T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:52:50.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ya entiendo   ------&gt;&lt;------&lt;------------&gt;Flechas     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/94670629132200432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=94670629132200432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/94670629132200432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/94670629132200432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/05/ya-entiendo-flechas.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2124523066115289127</id><published>2008-04-02T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:11:49.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desert'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Que todos los atardeceres son iguales?Mientes. .rerroc iv et néibmat oY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2124523066115289127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2124523066115289127&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2124523066115289127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2124523066115289127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-todos-los-atardeceres-son-iguales.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/R_PeufNXagI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nt2L31aL7-8/s72-c/atardeceres.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3370381282687682510</id><published>2008-01-01T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:00:53.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encuentro cortadas en mis manos.Corre el agua por ellas y arde.Me dan ganas de llorar, me contengo.Es muy temprano para llorar... más tarde.Encuentro más en mis brazos.Me duele, me duele, me muero.Me muerdo las uñas y el pelo.Mientras me entrego al dolor... no quiero.Me tiro al piso en silencioEscucho el tiempo pasarNadie escucha mi credopero ya no es tan temprano... ahora puedo llorar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3370381282687682510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3370381282687682510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3370381282687682510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3370381282687682510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2008/01/encuentro-cortadas-en-mis-manos.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-4555279089499538543</id><published>2007-12-25T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T23:22:12.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hace rato que no veo.Ciega de gafasCiega de brutaCiega de alcoholCiega de...Estragos.No quiero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4555279089499538543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=4555279089499538543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4555279089499538543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4555279089499538543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/12/hace-rato-que-no-veo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5530168840826969011</id><published>2007-11-14T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:47:36.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabes verte parado entre mi corazón.Y que hable mi corazón por mi, por que a mi, las palabras me faltan, pero me sobran entre un sobre sobre la mesa.Y en algun lugar de la ciudad es cuando empiezo a extrañarte hasta que sé verme parada entre tu corazón. Y miras el reloj que cae a las 7 de la noche en punto, y ¿por qué no podemos parar el tiempo?Tal vez sea mejor así, pero no lo veo y no te veo, y</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5530168840826969011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5530168840826969011&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5530168840826969011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5530168840826969011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/11/sabes-verte-parado-entre-mi-corazn.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3781419010146943421</id><published>2007-11-03T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T15:02:23.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-----------Patético.-----------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3781419010146943421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3781419010146943421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3781419010146943421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3781419010146943421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/11/pattico.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1815097867267491816</id><published>2007-10-13T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:40:26.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay gente que camina sin mirar.Y pisa duro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1815097867267491816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1815097867267491816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1815097867267491816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1815097867267491816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/10/hay-gente-que-camina-sin-mirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RxGPentmSfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MFKKcj77iSc/s72-c/papatos+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3816185869397329467</id><published>2007-10-01T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:39:43.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No.No puedo cuadrar exacto mi reloj con todos los demás relojes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3816185869397329467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3816185869397329467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3816185869397329467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3816185869397329467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/10/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3403153026212323481</id><published>2007-09-18T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:21:32.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ojalá mis ojos pudieran tomar fotos.Guardaría los atardeceres yte guardaría en mi memoria.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3403153026212323481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3403153026212323481&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3403153026212323481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3403153026212323481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/09/ojal-mis-ojos-pudieran-tomar-fotos.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RvBc0k41ltI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jLWUkyMQEPk/s72-c/atardecer+11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-9048051288249555443</id><published>2007-09-11T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:33:57.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People are just people.Like you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/9048051288249555443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=9048051288249555443&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9048051288249555443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9048051288249555443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-are-just-people_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3248323769474627359</id><published>2007-09-02T01:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:34:23.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But the sun is eclipsed by the moon....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3248323769474627359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3248323769474627359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3248323769474627359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3248323769474627359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-sun-is-eclipsed-by-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RtpYyDv8C1I/AAAAAAAAADw/qRO_evoUt1o/s72-c/atardecer+20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2005404863120064826</id><published>2007-08-31T16:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:31:35.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y yo me pregunto....¿Será posible no amarla?Feliz cumpleaños. Te amo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2005404863120064826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2005404863120064826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2005404863120064826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2005404863120064826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/08/y-yo-me-pregunto.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RtiIUDv8C0I/AAAAAAAAADI/g4wTKv_Nn3A/s72-c/100_3625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5315462156338494976</id><published>2007-08-27T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:32:15.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo quiero que me mueva el viento. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5315462156338494976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5315462156338494976&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5315462156338494976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5315462156338494976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/08/yo-quiero-que-me-mueva-el-viento.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6946328504205213447</id><published>2007-08-23T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:48:10.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  How many times are we willing to make the same mistake in order lo learn from it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6946328504205213447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6946328504205213447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6946328504205213447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6946328504205213447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-many-times-are-we-willing-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8946582864088766506</id><published>2007-08-05T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:04:48.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Astrid, siempre Astrid.it's not meant to be a struggle uphill says:viejo vervdeit's not meant to be a struggle uphill says:jaja eso noe ra pa tiit's not meant to be a struggle uphill says:aunque tmbSimbanä* ... says:jajajaSimbanä* ... says:gracias, por eso te quiero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8946582864088766506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8946582864088766506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8946582864088766506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8946582864088766506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/08/astrid-siempre-astrid.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-6122020323977289069</id><published>2007-08-01T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:46:36.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vida cretina. se hunde en su propia ironía.se atasca en su propio sarcasmo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6122020323977289069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=6122020323977289069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6122020323977289069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/6122020323977289069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/08/vida-cretina.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3369277270434367145</id><published>2007-07-31T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:05:49.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, en serio que ya no más...Es en serio, ya no puedo respirar. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3369277270434367145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3369277270434367145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3369277270434367145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3369277270434367145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-en-serio-que-ya-no-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-774633954924018964</id><published>2007-07-26T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:09:35.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tranquilo, esta bien.Yo también fui un arbol. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/774633954924018964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=774633954924018964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/774633954924018964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/774633954924018964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/07/tranquilo-esta-bien.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-282604312113774332</id><published>2007-07-15T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:27:57.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo nunca sé qué decir.Pero bah...A quién en ga ño. Tu olor me per ...       si...          gue ... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/282604312113774332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=282604312113774332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/282604312113774332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/282604312113774332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/07/yo-nunca-s-qu-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2823366937901388202</id><published>2007-06-19T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:13:51.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take a big breath and swim with me                                                                              across the sea.take my hand, let´s                                                                                              j                                                                                                          u</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2823366937901388202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2823366937901388202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2823366937901388202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2823366937901388202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/06/take-big-breath-and-swim-with-me-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-7939957793781836685</id><published>2007-06-03T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:52:44.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Confessions Lo siento, pero es necesario mostrar lo que hicimos en la feria del libro.Claramente, te ves bien de cualquier forma. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7939957793781836685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=7939957793781836685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7939957793781836685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/7939957793781836685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/06/confessions-lo-siento-pero-es-necesario.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RmNgs90QNzI/AAAAAAAAADA/53ff9_uGXZM/s72-c/peque.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8215243581702829355</id><published>2007-05-28T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:29:35.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8215243581702829355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8215243581702829355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8215243581702829355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8215243581702829355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Rltyvt0QNxI/AAAAAAAAACw/YfeMXWyx7LY/s72-c/park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1555772053898518009</id><published>2007-05-08T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:09:54.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna jump with me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1555772053898518009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1555772053898518009&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1555772053898518009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1555772053898518009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/05/wanna-jump-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RkEe9H-mgsI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAZSiLvYguw/s72-c/abismo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-859304149064850226</id><published>2007-04-27T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T18:59:58.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De luto Lamentamos enormemente la muerte del MaestroMstislav Rostropovich</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/859304149064850226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=859304149064850226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/859304149064850226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/859304149064850226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-luto-lamentamos-enormemente-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RjKMrn-mgrI/AAAAAAAAACg/7xYa0mhMt2Q/s72-c/rostropovich.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8912586249039837815</id><published>2007-04-24T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:54:02.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I´ll follow your steps everywhere you go. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8912586249039837815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8912586249039837815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8912586249039837815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8912586249039837815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-follow-your-steps-everywhere-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Ri4174t_QpI/AAAAAAAAACY/07lZ8yTRgDI/s72-c/fotos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1210353164127551269</id><published>2007-04-18T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:33:35.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De cómo querer y no morir en el intento. A veces no puedo dormir. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1210353164127551269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1210353164127551269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1210353164127551269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1210353164127551269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-cmo-querer-y-no-morir-en-el-intento.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Ria4cbnAWYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FB7u4rOmKa8/s72-c/don%27t+call+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-1310336208993148887</id><published>2007-04-14T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:06:19.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cómo va pasado el tiempo. Cómo unos minuticos de silencio nos hacen felices.Y nadie se da cuenta.Y nadie se entera de lo que estamos pensando.Y de cómo, una tarde, decidimos salir a pasear.Y de cómo todavía hoy lo seguimos haciendo. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1310336208993148887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=1310336208993148887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1310336208993148887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/1310336208993148887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/04/cmo-va-pasado-el-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-952869742212926644</id><published>2007-04-05T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:59:33.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo oí alguna vez que todo era mentira.Aún hoy, creo que es cierto. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/952869742212926644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=952869742212926644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/952869742212926644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/952869742212926644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/04/yo-o-alguna-vez-que-todo-era-mentira.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2934821735395024050</id><published>2007-04-02T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:30:44.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La vida me pasea por encima mío. Desacarada. Me trapea mi piso conmigo.Quedamos de vernos en el infierno. El caliente. El mismo a donde van a parar las almas desamparadas. Donde queda el fin del mundo. Duermo con ayuda.La necesito.Y aullar, y vivir y llorar y morir... todo es lo mismo.Llevarle flores a la tierra. Un ramo de flores que vuelve a la tierra.Como todos volvemos a la tierra. Como ruego</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2934821735395024050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2934821735395024050&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2934821735395024050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2934821735395024050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-vida-me-pasea-por-encima-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3024425963593102131</id><published>2007-03-31T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:00:58.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todosísedañadea p ed aci t os.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3024425963593102131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3024425963593102131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3024425963593102131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3024425963593102131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/03/todo-s-se-daa-de-p-ed-aci-t-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Rg8uPTttwwI/AAAAAAAAACI/w2m0f-FONnI/s72-c/pedacitos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-9025924158803588129</id><published>2007-03-28T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:27:17.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Feliz cumpleaños a mi huesita hermosa.Te quiero!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/9025924158803588129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=9025924158803588129&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9025924158803588129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/9025924158803588129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/03/feliz-cumpleaos-mi-huesita-hermosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RgrrfDttwvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aGSGLzqyOAo/s72-c/nati.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3090099481067888890</id><published>2007-03-15T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:20:20.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pa que veas....  Haciendo la tareita que Seb me dejó hace unos días, confesaré una que otra cancioncita socialmente inaceptable, escrita, cantada y/o tocada por algún artista o grupo a la vez, socialmente inaceptable, pero fuente de placeres malsanos Aunque debo decir que ese concepto es enteramente relativo y aquí no estamos pa juzgar a nadie, mi dilema moral es que realmente espero no estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3090099481067888890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3090099481067888890&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3090099481067888890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3090099481067888890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/03/pa-que-veas.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8953306730228700636</id><published>2007-02-25T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T08:30:07.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm careful not to fall I have to climb your wall 'Cause you're the one Who makes me feel much taller than you areThe face that fills the hole That stole my broken soul The one that makes me seem  to feel much taller than you are With every bet I lost And every trick I tossed You're still the one who makes  me feel much taller than you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8953306730228700636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8953306730228700636&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8953306730228700636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8953306730228700636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-careful-not-to-fall-i-have-to-climb.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/ReGPU_VHJHI/AAAAAAAAABw/A77QAhQqygw/s72-c/atardecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-8265454467219365520</id><published>2007-02-11T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:18:06.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tijeras Recorta pedazos de hojas, pégalos a los árbolesy pedacitos de estrellas, pégalos en el cielo.Recorta pedazos de pétalos, pégalos a las floresy pedacitos de frío para pegarlos al hielo.Recorta un pedacito de tiempo, pégalo en tu relojy un pedacito de memoria para la cabeza.Recorta un pedazo de aire para tu narizy un pedazo de alegría para mi tristeza.Recorta un pedacito de tos, pégatelo en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8265454467219365520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=8265454467219365520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8265454467219365520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/8265454467219365520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/tijeras-recorta-pedazos-de-hojas-pgalos.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2797041790438213601</id><published>2007-02-10T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:13:09.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T I M E Thougt  i´d  someting  more  to  say...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2797041790438213601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2797041790438213601&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2797041790438213601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2797041790438213601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/t-i-m-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Rc4KR3LmWJI/AAAAAAAAABM/cX-Jbx77IpA/s72-c/time.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-669330026785435896</id><published>2007-01-27T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:44:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How about  stopping eating when i´m full up.How about me enjoying the moment for once.Si es posible ver el sol sin quedarse ciego.Si es posible vivir estando muerto.Si es posible coser sin hilo.Si es posible cantar sin voz.Si es posible. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/669330026785435896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=669330026785435896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/669330026785435896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/669330026785435896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-about-stopping-eating-when-im-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/Rbv3JAp5vjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qU6AKfamkMY/s72-c/sunset2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5318917658560972707</id><published>2007-01-22T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:48:39.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>              Counting Crows:  Colorblind. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5318917658560972707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5318917658560972707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5318917658560972707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5318917658560972707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/counting-crows-colorblind.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RbSyUwp5viI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q90beXWShcs/s72-c/colorblind.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-4569182206469530746</id><published>2007-01-17T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:39:39.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seré... Soy tu corazón cuando está frío.Cuando no siente. Cuando no palpita.Soy el rincón que no miras.  En el que no te paras.  En el que no te fijas. Soy la luz cuando esta apagada. Cuando no la quieres ver. Cuando no la necesitas. Soy tu sangre cuando se te riega. Cuando te cortas. Cuando te desangras. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4569182206469530746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=4569182206469530746&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4569182206469530746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4569182206469530746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-5639044405259235017</id><published>2007-01-11T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:44:32.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y el atardecer estuvo hasta bonito....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5639044405259235017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=5639044405259235017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5639044405259235017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/5639044405259235017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/y-el-atardecer-estuvo-hasta-bonito.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-2490867336553401552</id><published>2007-01-10T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:10:36.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ausencia  Mañana me quiero derretir entre las paredes.Entre el sol. Entre la sombra, cualquiera.Una letra, un abrazo, una palabra, una frase.Mañana quiero salir de mi, hacia donde el café sea fuerte.Hacia donde la sombra sea indiferente.Hacia donde el mi del sol, sea otro ser.Mañana quiero dejarme botada en un rincón.Donde nadie me vea, donde pueda ser transparente. Donde la historia la pueda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2490867336553401552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=2490867336553401552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2490867336553401552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/2490867336553401552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/ausencia-maana-me-quiero-derretir-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDneGna4oVI/RaWadgp5vhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/nqC2TWoXXv0/s72-c/ausencia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-3091841148125120483</id><published>2007-01-09T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:37:04.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si... La vida a veces sabe como a cebolla. Lástima que a mi nunca me ha(ya) gustado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3091841148125120483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=3091841148125120483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3091841148125120483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/3091841148125120483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/si.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-4300695641368043810</id><published>2007-01-04T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:47:34.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>porque si.  Yo quiero un sol que se pueda pintar y un cielo que se pueda llover. Quiero nacer de nuevo y llorar como desquiciada. Salir a la luz y derretirme entre el viento. Correr hasta que se me caigan los dientes. Gritar hasta que me parta un rayo. Pintar hasta quedarme sin huesos. Morir un poco hasta verte una vez mas.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4300695641368043810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=4300695641368043810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4300695641368043810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/4300695641368043810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/porque-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/116560433750593687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/116560433750593687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/12/si.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-116431166429901321</id><published>2006-11-23T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:03:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tengo frío.Mi sangre se hiela y se evapora.Mi corazón late, pero no tiene vida.Mis huesos se revelan.El aire me incomoda.Mi sonrisa es de mentiras.Mi boca no habla.No existe mi voz.Pero, me gusta pensar que si.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116431166429901321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=116431166429901321&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/116431166429901321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/116431166429901321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/11/tengo-fro.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-116258699646057296</id><published>2006-11-03T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:49:56.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me gusta escucharte la voz.Me gusta sentir que hablas.Una mentira perfectamente dicha.Un rumor impecablemente claro.Me gusta sentarme con vos.Me gusta cuando te armas un rompecabezas sin fichascon tu corazón tan  caro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116258699646057296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=116258699646057296&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/116258699646057296'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-115712803841258891</id><published>2006-09-01T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:27:18.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quien iba a pensar que ésta joyita cumpliría los 16....Yo sinceramente, lo dudaba. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115712803841258891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=115712803841258891&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115712803841258891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115712803841258891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/09/quien-iba-pensar-que-sta-joyita.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-115629228385434450</id><published>2006-08-22T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T19:21:29.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mente en blanco Tengo encierro mental.Me es imposible, a estas alturas de la vida, imaginar que no hay algo.Siempre hay algo.Tu lo has dicho.Por algo se empieza, pero también se termina.Algo se gana, pero también se pierde.Algo se recuerda, pero también se olvida.Algo se tiene, pero también se escapa.Algo aparece, pero también desaparece.Y entonces recuerdo que quiero vivir a dieta de música.Pero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115629228385434450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=115629228385434450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115629228385434450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115629228385434450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/mente-en-blanco-tengo-encierro-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-115320559308498291</id><published>2006-07-18T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:53:13.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 ideas extuinguidasHace un segundo, desequilibrio. Siempre caminando sobre una cuerda floja. Sobre la misma cuerda floja. La lluvia borra mis pasos, desaparecen segundo a segundo. No queda nada, no deja rastro de mi. De lo que alguna vez fue y sentí.Hace un segundo, paz. Tranquilidad, emoción, armonía. Un conjunto de espejos reflejando todos la misma imagen, como una foto del mismo cielo, como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115320559308498291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=115320559308498291&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115320559308498291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115320559308498291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-ideas-extuinguidas-hace-un-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-115255992495098963</id><published>2006-07-10T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T14:32:04.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>idea extinguida No se me ocurre algo interesante para escribir, entonces Astro me dice "postee indiaza" y yo le hago caso.Misión cumplida.Jojo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115255992495098963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=115255992495098963&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115255992495098963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115255992495098963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/07/idea-extinguida-no-se-me-ocurre-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-115059193332350007</id><published>2006-06-17T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:52:13.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me gusta un vacío que se puede llenar.Ese de los vasos con agua, con mate, con vino.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115059193332350007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=115059193332350007&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115059193332350007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/115059193332350007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-gusta-un-vaco-que-se-puede-llenar.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-114986283794985888</id><published>2006-06-09T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:20:37.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A primera vista. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/114986283794985888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=114986283794985888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114986283794985888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114986283794985888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/06/primera-vista.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-114842256660909571</id><published>2006-05-23T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:16:06.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A veces es como una segunda piel"Marito A veces es como eso que nadie más ve. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/114842256660909571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=114842256660909571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114842256660909571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114842256660909571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/05/veces-es-como-una-segunda-pielmarito.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-114814194862574690</id><published>2006-05-20T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:19:08.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      Hoy, el cielo tiene un brillo un poquito diferente.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/114814194862574690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=114814194862574690&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114814194862574690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114814194862574690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoy-el-cielo-tiene-un-brillo-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-114745425417661976</id><published>2006-05-12T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T12:17:34.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si pudiera explicar...Tal vez hoy no haya que explicar nada, tal vez, esta vez sea una de esas cosas que no se explican.Como una coincidencia. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/114745425417661976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=114745425417661976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114745425417661976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114745425417661976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/05/si-pudiera-explicar.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151095.post-114679650948312001</id><published>2006-05-04T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:35:09.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Destierro Tu nombre escondido en el mío, es como eso que no sabemos bien qué es, pero nos une un poco y nos aleja un instante. Llovió mucho, llueve mucho últimamente, pero ya casi debe terminar, no puede llover todo el año.Escondámonos de la lluvia, hasta donde no pueda llegar ni en pintura, ni en agua, ni en llanto. Hasta cuando ya no sea ella misma, ni su reflejo, ni su tristeza.Mojémonos los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/feeds/114679650948312001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151095&amp;postID=114679650948312001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114679650948312001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151095/posts/default/114679650948312001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simbana.blogspot.com/2006/05/destierro-tu-nombre-escondido-en-el-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Simbana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373713616760928173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
