<?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-4338615918840928645</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:18:02.121-03:00</updated><category term='publicidad marketing beldent knor carajo'/><title type='text'>Agus-basS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8073851327587813248</id><published>2011-08-02T14:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:42:35.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>linda</title><content type='html'>LINDA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8073851327587813248?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8073851327587813248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2011/08/linda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8073851327587813248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8073851327587813248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2011/08/linda.html' title='linda'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-6863551808077699070</id><published>2010-11-23T20:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:24:43.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>alguien</title><content type='html'>por que tus ojos dicen tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;por que siempre me ayudan a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que tu sonrisa alegra mi mañana&lt;br /&gt;por que tu mirada me ayuda a salir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiras mi cancion&lt;br /&gt;inspiras esta cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero que te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que alguien llora por vos&lt;br /&gt;que alguien rompe el silencio para hablarte&lt;br /&gt;que alguien llora por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que yo quiero tus labios en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;por que yo quiero tenerte para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque esperar para serte fiel?&lt;br /&gt;si el tiempo es irrisorio para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiras mi cancion&lt;br /&gt;inspiras esta cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero que te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que alguien llora por vos&lt;br /&gt;que alguien rompe el silencio para hablarte&lt;br /&gt;que alguien llora por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo mas nesecitas?&lt;br /&gt;para darte cuenta que estoy aqui?&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo nesecitas?&lt;br /&gt;para darte cuenta que estoy aqui? que estoy aqui por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiras mi cancion&lt;br /&gt;inspiras esta cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero que te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que alguien llora por vos&lt;br /&gt;que alguien rompe el silencio para hablarte&lt;br /&gt;que alguien llora por vos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-6863551808077699070?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/6863551808077699070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/11/alguien.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6863551808077699070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6863551808077699070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/11/alguien.html' title='alguien'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1638199837699266204</id><published>2010-11-05T02:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:36:26.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BORN TO BE MY BABY</title><content type='html'>Rainy night and worked all day &lt;br /&gt;we both got jobs cause there's bills to pay &lt;br /&gt;We got something they can't take away &lt;br /&gt;our love, our lives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the door, leave the cold outside &lt;br /&gt;I don't need nothing when I'm by your side &lt;br /&gt;we got something that'll never die &lt;br /&gt;our dreams, our pride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats like a drum (all night) &lt;br /&gt;flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright) &lt;br /&gt;and I'll never let go cause &lt;br /&gt;there's something I know deep inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born to be my baby &lt;br /&gt;And baby, I was made to be your man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got something to believe in &lt;br /&gt;even if we don't know where we stand &lt;br /&gt;only God would know the reasons &lt;br /&gt;but I bet he must have had a plan &lt;br /&gt;Cause you were born to be my baby &lt;br /&gt;and baby, I was made to be your man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light a candle, blow the world away &lt;br /&gt;table for two on a TV tray &lt;br /&gt;It ain't fancy, baby that's ok &lt;br /&gt;our time, our way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close better hang on tight &lt;br /&gt;buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride &lt;br /&gt;We're two kids hitching down the road of life &lt;br /&gt;our world, our flight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we stand side by side (all night) &lt;br /&gt;there's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright) &lt;br /&gt;and I'll know that you'll be live &lt;br /&gt;in my heart till the day I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were botn to be my baby &lt;br /&gt;And baby, I was made to be your man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got something to believe in.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats like a drum (all night) &lt;br /&gt;flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright) &lt;br /&gt;And I'll never let go cause &lt;br /&gt;there's something I know deep inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got something to believe in &lt;br /&gt;even if we don't know where we stand &lt;br /&gt;only God would know the reasons &lt;br /&gt;but I bet he must have had a plan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born to be my baby &lt;br /&gt;and baby, I was made to be your man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1638199837699266204?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3183218414787284371</id><published>2010-10-04T01:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:19:27.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>en la tormenta</title><content type='html'>Cuando estamos juntos, no se si creer&lt;br /&gt;Si estas pensando en mí o en alguien más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estamos juntos, no te puedo ver&lt;br /&gt;Por que se que estas soñando con alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame salir… por la puerta&lt;br /&gt;No me detengas, va a ser peor&lt;br /&gt;Yo creí, me quede en la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy… me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estamos juntos, no quiero saber&lt;br /&gt;Si estas pensando en mí o en alguien más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estamos juntos, no te quiero ver&lt;br /&gt;Por que se que estas soñando con alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame tiempo para asimilarlo&lt;br /&gt;Te di todo lo que pude… y más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame salir… por la puerta&lt;br /&gt;No me detengas, va a ser peor&lt;br /&gt;Yo creí, me quede en la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy… me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame salir… por la puerta&lt;br /&gt;No me detengas, va a ser peor&lt;br /&gt;Yo creí, me quede en la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy… me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;Me equivoque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3183218414787284371?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3183218414787284371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/10/en-la-tormenta.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3183218414787284371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3183218414787284371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/10/en-la-tormenta.html' title='en la tormenta'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-5135482970586394509</id><published>2010-10-03T17:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:56:57.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>love bites</title><content type='html'>When you make love, do you look in the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;Does he look like me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell lies?&lt;br /&gt;And say that it's forever? &lt;br /&gt;Do you think twice, or just touch and see?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh babe&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone, do you let go?&lt;br /&gt;Are you wild and willin', or is it just for show?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh C'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna touch you too much baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that love is the way you make it&lt;br /&gt;So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love bites, love bleeds)&lt;br /&gt;It's bringin' me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;(Love lives, love dies)&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;(Love begs, love pleads)&lt;br /&gt;It's what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you, are you somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;Am I gettin' thru or do you please yourself?&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up, will you walk out?&lt;br /&gt;It can't be love if you throw it about&lt;br /&gt;Ooh babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna touch you too much baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love bites, love bleeds)&lt;br /&gt;It's bringin' me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;(Love lives, love dies)&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;(Love begs, love pleads)&lt;br /&gt;It's what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna touch you too much baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that love is the way you make it&lt;br /&gt;So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love bites, love bleeds)&lt;br /&gt;It's bringin' me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;(Love lives, love dies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love bites, love bleeds)&lt;br /&gt;It's bringin' me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;(Love lives, love dies)&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;(Love begs, love pleads)&lt;br /&gt;It's what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got love in your sights&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, love bites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-5135482970586394509?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/5135482970586394509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5135482970586394509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5135482970586394509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-bites.html' title='love bites'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3225027399380705223</id><published>2010-06-05T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:06:44.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mas cosas</title><content type='html'>a veces deberia cerrar mi boca y dejar que las cosas fluyan... estaba todo bien y la embarre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3225027399380705223?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3225027399380705223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/06/mas-cosas.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3225027399380705223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3225027399380705223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/06/mas-cosas.html' title='mas cosas'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1833049419332470040</id><published>2010-06-01T00:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:22:08.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas</title><content type='html'>Cuando estes triste estaré ahí para sacarte una sonrisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1833049419332470040?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1833049419332470040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/06/cosas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1833049419332470040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1833049419332470040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/06/cosas.html' title='cosas'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3711208634013023987</id><published>2010-05-24T02:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:54:52.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>capricho</title><content type='html'>yo cojo con medias o no cojo...&lt;div 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title='capricho'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1850275016153207924</id><published>2010-04-20T15:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:59:26.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NADIE</title><content type='html'>LEE MI BLOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1850275016153207924?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1850275016153207924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/04/nadie.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1850275016153207924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1850275016153207924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/04/nadie.html' title='NADIE'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8176628929914913121</id><published>2010-04-16T10:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:11:02.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño</title><content type='html'>Lo que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soné&lt;/span&gt; anoche fue una locura y merece ser contado, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;después&lt;/span&gt; de escuchar lo de las vacas/dinosaurios que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perseguían&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marmo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;creí&lt;/span&gt; que nada iba a ser mas extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Soné&lt;/span&gt; que por alguna &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;debía&lt;/span&gt; ir a un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acensor&lt;/span&gt; que impulsado por un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dragón&lt;/span&gt; llegaba tan alto que yo terminaba hecho polvo de estrellas, si, polvo de estrellas. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Después&lt;/span&gt; de eso &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;terminaba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;despertándome&lt;/span&gt; en la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;planta baja&lt;/span&gt; donde tome el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acensor&lt;/span&gt; por el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dragòn&lt;/span&gt; que me dijo que la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt; de haberme llevado tan alto y haberme convertido en polvo de estrellas fue que de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; en adelante iba a poder ver mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del horizonte... y cuando &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;salí&lt;/span&gt; del &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hall&lt;/span&gt; ese fui  mi cuarto y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;veía&lt;/span&gt; cosas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; locas, muchos colores, gente volando alrededor las cosas se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;movían&lt;/span&gt; constantemente, era una locura. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Después&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperté&lt;/span&gt; y me di cuenta que mezcle a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dragón&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ball&lt;/span&gt; con los caballeros del zodiaco y algo de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thundercats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8176628929914913121?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8176628929914913121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/04/sueno.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8176628929914913121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8176628929914913121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/04/sueno.html' title='Sueño'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1031307678476915834</id><published>2010-04-16T00:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:34:19.272-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre destellos</title><content type='html'>Mirando la gente pasar&lt;br /&gt;Entre nebulosas de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Puertas de par en par&lt;br /&gt;Creando mas de mil destellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente pasa sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;Entre sus cosas, sus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Puertas que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crujen&lt;/span&gt; al cerrar&lt;br /&gt;Anuncian ira entre destellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero estar entre tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero darte lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt; una oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Para no ser uno entre tantos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos vagos en el mar&lt;br /&gt;La paranoia al encontrarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Riéndonos&lt;/span&gt; sin respirar&lt;br /&gt;Y soñando sin ahogarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acordás&lt;/span&gt; de mi al pasar&lt;br /&gt;Vas flotando entre destellos&lt;br /&gt;No me escuchas a mi hablar&lt;br /&gt;Entre cantos de sopranos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero estar entre tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero darte lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt; una oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Para no ser uno entre tantos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1031307678476915834?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-5180349449881215302</id><published>2010-04-11T18:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:06:37.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no la voy a llamar tus palabras</title><content type='html'>las palabras se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deslizaron&lt;/span&gt; entre tus labios&lt;br /&gt;volaron entre el viento y besaron mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esas palabras que no dejaron resabios&lt;br /&gt;esas palabras a las que me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atraído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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palabras'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1006980105152757044</id><published>2010-03-30T23:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:21:45.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison heart</title><content type='html'>No one ever thought, no one would survive&lt;br /&gt;hellpless child,  gonna walk a drum beat behind&lt;br /&gt;Lock you in a dream, never let you go&lt;br /&gt;never let you laught or smile, not you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making friends whit a homeless torn up man&lt;br /&gt;he just kind of smiles, it really shake me up&lt;br /&gt;there´s danger on every corner but I´m ok&lt;br /&gt;walking down the street trying to forget yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;a poison heart... a poison heart... a poison heart... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that life really take it´s toll&lt;br /&gt;and a poet gut reactionis to search his very soul&lt;br /&gt;so much dam confucion before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;well I just want to walk right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;cause everybody has a poison heart&lt;br /&gt;a poison heart... a poison heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1006980105152757044?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1006980105152757044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/03/poison-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1006980105152757044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1006980105152757044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/859850910457374955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/03/todos-los-dias-entro-ver-si-escribiste.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/859850910457374955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/859850910457374955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/03/todos-los-dias-entro-ver-si-escribiste.html' title=''/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2361982684605830333</id><published>2010-02-11T12:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:16:58.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aprecia el silencio</title><content type='html'>Palabras violentas, rompen el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Y se incrustan directo en mi pequeño mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2361982684605830333?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2361982684605830333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprecia-el-silencio.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2361982684605830333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2361982684605830333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprecia-el-silencio.html' title='aprecia el silencio'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2451192885507590397</id><published>2010-01-30T22:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:57:56.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>el eterno resplandor de un corazón maltratado</title><content type='html'>Eran las 5, nunca hubo vasos, la botella se multiplicaba, el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cenícero&lt;/span&gt; se llenaba.&lt;br /&gt;Tristes notas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;escupía&lt;/span&gt; mi guitarra, acordes menores para no recordarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Literalmente&lt;/span&gt; vomite las mariposas, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;literalmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;escupí&lt;/span&gt; sus besos, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;literalmente&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desvanecía&lt;/span&gt; en un infierno de azulejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Recordé&lt;/span&gt; aquella historia que alguna vez &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;escribí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recordé&lt;/span&gt; los hechos y me culpe, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recordé&lt;/span&gt; las consecuencias y me odie.&lt;br /&gt;La insana locura abrumaba mi mente, las vivencias pasadas acosaban mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recordé&lt;/span&gt; no volver a confiar en nadie, pero ya era tarde, otra vez se divirtieron con mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2451192885507590397?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8752695910114219314</id><published>2010-01-17T18:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:51:29.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buscandote</title><content type='html'>Estoy perdido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Buscándote&lt;/span&gt; en &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ya te has ido,&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabe por donde &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;andarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Buscándote&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscándote&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas con el&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me di por vencido,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguna ocupa tu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy perdido,&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo no vuelve para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Buscándote&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscándote&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas con el&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Buscándote&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas con el&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscándote&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8752695910114219314?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8752695910114219314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-4372456147609090450</id><published>2010-01-16T15:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:12:23.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>when he holds you close, when he pulls you near&lt;br /&gt;when he says the words you´ve needing to hear&lt;br /&gt;I´ll whish I was him, cause the words are mine&lt;br /&gt;to say to you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you baby&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;and I´ll be there forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you told me to cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I could&lt;br /&gt;if you told me to die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at my face&lt;br /&gt;there´s no price I wont pay&lt;br /&gt;to say these words to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you baby&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;I´ll be there forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;I´ll be there till the stars don´t shine&lt;br /&gt;till the heaven burst&lt;br /&gt;and the words don´t rhyme&lt;br /&gt;and I know when I die, you´ll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;and I´ll love you&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-4372456147609090450?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/4372456147609090450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4372456147609090450'/><link rel='self' 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del suelo, pero no la esconde... animales de mierda..&lt;br /&gt;POR UN MUNDO CON MENOS AVESTRUZES Y MAS OSOS DE AGUA&lt;br /&gt;ese bicho es la posta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-524131284113191953?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/524131284113191953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/01/avestruz.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/524131284113191953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/524131284113191953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-5484707389656605425</id><published>2010-01-02T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:04:09.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodía</title><content type='html'>Que es lo que hay detras de tu mirada?&lt;br /&gt;Que es lo que escondes? eso no lleva a nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodía extraña que alguna vez oímos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es amor, ya no se que es lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me mires de ese modo si no vas a hablarme&lt;br /&gt;No me pidas excusas si no vas a amarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodía extraña que alguna vez oímos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es amor, ya no se que es lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuan lejos estas?&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos años me llevas?&lt;br /&gt;Cuan lejos estas?&lt;br /&gt;Y que es lo que yo hago aca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodía extraña que alguna vez oímos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es amor, ya no se que es lo que es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodía extraña que alguna vez oímos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Ya no es amor, ya no se que es lo que es&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-5484707389656605425?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/5484707389656605425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/01/melodia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5484707389656605425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5484707389656605425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2010/01/melodia.html' title='Melodía'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1502439737067743376</id><published>2009-12-23T22:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:01:56.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tesoro</title><content type='html'>Ella me susurro "por favor, recuerdame cuando me vaya"&lt;br /&gt;Ella me susurro "por favor, recuerdame, pero no con lagrimas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que siempre dije la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que siempre trate&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que solo te ame a vos&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdame y sonrie...&lt;br /&gt;Porque es mejor olvidar, que recordarme y llorar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1502439737067743376?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1502439737067743376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/12/tesoro.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1502439737067743376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1502439737067743376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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what you need&lt;br /&gt;There's no future, no future&lt;br /&gt;No future for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;We mean it man&lt;br /&gt;We love our Queen&lt;br /&gt;God saves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;'Cos those tourists are money&lt;br /&gt;And our figure head&lt;br /&gt;Is not what she seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God save history&lt;br /&gt;God save your mad parade&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord God have mercy&lt;br /&gt;All crimes are paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no future&lt;br /&gt;How can there be sin&lt;br /&gt;We're the flowers in the dustbin&lt;br /&gt;We're the poison in the human machine&lt;br /&gt;we're the future, your future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;We mean it man&lt;br /&gt;We love our Queen&lt;br /&gt;God saves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen&lt;br /&gt;We mean it man&lt;br /&gt;And there's no future&lt;br /&gt;In England's dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No future, no future, no future&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;No future, no future, no future&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;No future, no future, nofuture&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;No future, no future&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aca pondria algo como "chupala argentina" pero cierto imbesil lo puso de moda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-5527019179480075781?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/5527019179480075781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/12/dios-salve-la-reina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5527019179480075781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1604254590723291089?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1604254590723291089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/11/muff.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1604254590723291089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1604254590723291089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/11/muff.html' title='...'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2709642799959072537</id><published>2009-10-28T15:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:59:43.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>especulaciones, sentimientos y mas en una tarde de calor y humedad</title><content type='html'>ella lo sabe pero lo niega&lt;br /&gt;se lo digo y cambia de tema&lt;br /&gt;ella quiere pero se niega&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que quiero se quema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si insisto se enoja&lt;br /&gt;si me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cayo&lt;/span&gt; me implora&lt;br /&gt;si pregunto se enoja&lt;br /&gt;si no lo hago llora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo se que no soy para vos&lt;br /&gt;pero se que hay algo en vos&lt;br /&gt;yo se que sos para mi&lt;br /&gt;yo se que hay algo en mi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2709642799959072537?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2709642799959072537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/especulaciones-sentimientos-y-mas-en.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2709642799959072537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2709642799959072537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/especulaciones-sentimientos-y-mas-en.html' title='especulaciones, sentimientos y mas en una tarde de calor y humedad'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-4981813750421863465</id><published>2009-10-21T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:57:07.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody</title><content type='html'>I want somebody to share&lt;br /&gt;Share the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Know my intimate details&lt;br /&gt;Someone wholl stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;And give me support&lt;br /&gt;And in return&lt;br /&gt;Shell get my support&lt;br /&gt;She will listen to me&lt;br /&gt;When I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And life in general&lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;They may even be perverted&lt;br /&gt;Shell hear me out&lt;br /&gt;And wont easily be converted&lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;In fact shell often disagree&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;She will understand me&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;For me passionately&lt;br /&gt;With every thought and&lt;br /&gt;With every breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone wholl help me see things&lt;br /&gt;In a different light&lt;br /&gt;All the things I detest&lt;br /&gt;I will almost like&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;To anyones strings&lt;br /&gt;Im carefully trying to steer clear of&lt;br /&gt;Those things&lt;br /&gt;But when Im asleep&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And kiss me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Though things like this&lt;br /&gt;Make me sick&lt;br /&gt;In a case like this&lt;br /&gt;Ill get away with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maldito martin, me hiso llorar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-4981813750421863465?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/4981813750421863465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/somebody.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4981813750421863465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4981813750421863465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/somebody.html' title='somebody'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2220539639866828571</id><published>2009-10-19T10:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:21:04.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desobnubilado</title><content type='html'>y estas despertando de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;mirando el reverso de una noche &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;despavilas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refregando&lt;/span&gt; tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;intentando volver a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero no, jamas despertaste&lt;br /&gt;en trance quedaste&lt;br /&gt;no podes hablar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero no, es un sueño muy raro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desobnubilado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no despertaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... no es un sueño es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;que te golpea cada vez mas duro&lt;br /&gt;y cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; te duele mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta es tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prisión&lt;/span&gt; cerebral&lt;br /&gt;candado de arena, pared de cristal&lt;br /&gt;bienvenido, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;empezá&lt;/span&gt; a acostumbrarte&lt;br /&gt;no vas a escaparte por la puerta de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ya esta, ya quedaste atrapado&lt;br /&gt;un trance pasado&lt;br /&gt;no hay vuelta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ya esta, es un sueño muy raro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;desobnubilado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no despertaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... no es un sueño es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;que te golpea cada vez mas duro&lt;br /&gt;y cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; te duele mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... no es un sueño es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(solo loco y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;flashero&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yunga&lt;/span&gt; ahora canta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... no es un sueño es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;que te golpea cada vez mas duro&lt;br /&gt;y cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; te duele mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2220539639866828571?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2220539639866828571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/desobnibulado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2220539639866828571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2220539639866828571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/desobnibulado.html' title='desobnubilado'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3239937733831045987</id><published>2009-10-08T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:50:53.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GATTACA</title><content type='html'>la vieron? la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conosen&lt;/span&gt;? la escucharon nombrar? saben que es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gattaca&lt;/span&gt; es el nombre de una central de lanzamientos al espacio ficticia que dio nombre a la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;película&lt;/span&gt; protagonizada por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thurman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hawke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La obra de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aandrew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Niccol&lt;/span&gt; me llamo mucho la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atención&lt;/span&gt; como esta ambientada, porque plantea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; futuro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;loquisimo&lt;/span&gt; donde los humanos ya no son creados de forma natural sino que son alterados para lograr la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;perfección&lt;/span&gt;, algo parecido a lo que plantea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aldous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Huxley&lt;/span&gt; en "Un mundo feliz", pero con la diferencia que no es un futuro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;común&lt;/span&gt; y corriente, no hay cosas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;futuristicas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; locas y jamas inventadas ni autos que vuelan y esas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;zandeses&lt;/span&gt; que siempre plantean las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;películas&lt;/span&gt;/libros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;futuristicos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt;, por el contrario nos topamos con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tecnología&lt;/span&gt; de punta pero ambientada en años antiguos, es decir, manejan autos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;época&lt;/span&gt; como por ejemplo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Citroën&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cabriolet&lt;/span&gt;, se visten con ropa antigua, hablan con el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;léxico&lt;/span&gt; de los años 40/50, es una cosa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;loquisima&lt;/span&gt;. Eso fue lo que me llamo la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;atención&lt;/span&gt; de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;película&lt;/span&gt;, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del futuro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;apocalíptico&lt;/span&gt; y poco natural que plantea.&lt;br /&gt;Es una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;película&lt;/span&gt; que recomiendo, es genial de donde la mires, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;fotografía&lt;/span&gt;, la puesta en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;esena&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ambientaciòn&lt;/span&gt;, los actores... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Jude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt; se come la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;película&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3239937733831045987?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3239937733831045987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/gattaca.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3239937733831045987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3239937733831045987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/10/gattaca.html' title='GATTACA'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-4973302748553393247</id><published>2009-09-23T01:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:13:35.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SACRILEGIO ETERNO</title><content type='html'>Ando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; buscando un poco de paz&lt;br /&gt;Sacrilegio eterno&lt;br /&gt;Ando siempre buscando donde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;andarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caigo al infierno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lavado&lt;/span&gt; de cerebro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lobotomia&lt;/span&gt; frontal&lt;br /&gt;Despierto de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Voy mirando a l m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;area&lt;/span&gt; deseando nadar&lt;br /&gt;Sacrilegio eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde estas?... no te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Donde, donde? donde estas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estoy soñando, ya no estas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesadilla eterna&lt;br /&gt;Despojo mis sentidos me alejo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrilegio eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde estas?... no te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Donde, donde? donde estas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El solo loco"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde estas?... no te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Donde, donde? donde estas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-4973302748553393247?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/4973302748553393247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/09/sacrilegio-eterno.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4973302748553393247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4973302748553393247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/09/sacrilegio-eterno.html' title='SACRILEGIO ETERNO'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1407954604888414549</id><published>2009-09-20T16:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:03:06.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistema</title><content type='html'>Sistema de mierda... te voy a destrozar desde adentro...&lt;br /&gt;Desde los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simientos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;patearé&lt;/span&gt; tus columnas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caerán&lt;/span&gt; y nada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;podrás&lt;/span&gt; hacer...&lt;br /&gt;si pateo tu estructura todo se desmorona y no queda mas que el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;derrumbe&lt;/span&gt; inminente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1407954604888414549?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1407954604888414549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/09/sistema.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1407954604888414549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1407954604888414549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/09/sistema.html' title='Sistema'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-4695121233204772446</id><published>2009-09-17T11:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:25:41.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2 + 2 = 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lstDdzedgcE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lstDdzedgcE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you such a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;To put the world to rights?&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay home forever&lt;br /&gt;Where two and two always makes a five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay down the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Sandbag and hide&lt;br /&gt;January has April's showers&lt;br /&gt;And two and two always makes a five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the devil's way now&lt;br /&gt;There is no way out&lt;br /&gt;You can SCREAM and you can shout&lt;br /&gt;It is too late nowBecause...You have not been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;You have not been paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;You have not been paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;You have not been paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;Payin' attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhI try to sing along&lt;br /&gt;But I get it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;CozimnotCozimnot&lt;br /&gt;I swat 'em like flies but like flies the buggers keep coming back NOT&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail to the thief&lt;br /&gt;All hail to the thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't question my authority or put me in the box&lt;br /&gt;Cozimnot&lt;br /&gt;Cozimnot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh go and tell the king that the sky is falling in&lt;br /&gt;When it's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not&lt;br /&gt;But it's not&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maldito mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-4695121233204772446?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-6025580943354171783</id><published>2009-09-10T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:31:34.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxima</title><content type='html'>El cafe despues de acabar de bajarte un milka aireado no es rico.. te deja con ganas de vovler a comer el chocolate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-6025580943354171783?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/6025580943354171783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/09/maxima.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6025580943354171783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6025580943354171783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/09/maxima.html' title='Maxima'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8730182409294861973</id><published>2009-08-29T17:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:23:45.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3ro "B"</title><content type='html'>que tonta que sos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estarías&lt;/span&gt; tan bien conmigo&lt;br /&gt;todo esta en vos&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt; ya no es tu amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te di mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te preste mi confianza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caí&lt;/span&gt; en al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt; toda la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tenés&lt;/span&gt; algo que decirme... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;decímelo&lt;/span&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;no esperes mas mi amor&lt;br /&gt;por mas que me duela... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decímelo&lt;/span&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay mas tiempo, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tonta que sos&lt;br /&gt;tuviste tu oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;ya no somos dos&lt;br /&gt;el amor no se vende por unidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;hablemos por una ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;todo queda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va a ser la ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tenés&lt;/span&gt; algo que decirme... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;decímelo&lt;/span&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;no esperes mas mi amor&lt;br /&gt;por mas que me duela... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;decímelo&lt;/span&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay mas tiempo, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hoy es el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;río&lt;/span&gt; de vos...&lt;br /&gt;todo fue lindo...&lt;br /&gt;mientras duro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tenés&lt;/span&gt; algo que decirme... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;decímelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; esperes mas mi amor&lt;br /&gt;por mas que me duela... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;decímelo&lt;/span&gt; ya&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay mas tiempo, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay mas tiempo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8730182409294861973?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8730182409294861973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/08/3ro-b.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8730182409294861973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8730182409294861973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/08/3ro-b.html' title='3ro &quot;B&quot;'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3601524624584803616</id><published>2009-08-19T10:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:43:41.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcoleptico</title><content type='html'>Alerta roja, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;avansada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caótica&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;miscelánea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;destrucción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Satírico&lt;/span&gt; abrasivo&lt;br /&gt;Te esta quemando vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerta roja, caos a tu alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Te ves sumiso al gran emperador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Satírico&lt;/span&gt; abrasivo&lt;br /&gt;Te estas quemando vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;narcolepcia&lt;/span&gt; es la enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;La dependencia la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Despídete&lt;/span&gt; de todos&lt;br /&gt;Sos un fantasma mas&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido a mi mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(solo cortito de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yunga&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerta roja, ya no puedes escapar&lt;br /&gt;Tu pulso late mas de lo normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Satírico&lt;/span&gt; abrasivo&lt;br /&gt;te esta quemando vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes mas&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;narcolepcia&lt;/span&gt; es natural&lt;br /&gt;La epidemia es mundial&lt;br /&gt;Te ataca sin mirar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;narcolepcia&lt;/span&gt; es la enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;La dependencia la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Despídete&lt;/span&gt; de todos&lt;br /&gt;Sos un fantasma mas&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido a mi mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(el solo copado de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yunga&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;narcolepcia&lt;/span&gt; es la enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;La dependencia la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Despídete&lt;/span&gt; de todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3601524624584803616?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3601524624584803616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/08/narcoleptico.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3601524624584803616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3601524624584803616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/08/narcoleptico.html' title='Narcoleptico'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2967435690858331833</id><published>2009-08-10T11:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:58:31.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>el corazon late dentro de esa jaula</title><content type='html'>Well I don`t feel better&lt;br /&gt;When I`m fucking arround&lt;br /&gt;And I don`t write better&lt;br /&gt;When I`m stuck in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don`t teach me a lesson&lt;br /&gt;Cause I`ve already learn&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the sun will be shining&lt;br /&gt;And my children will burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don`t want what you want&lt;br /&gt;I don`t feel what you feel&lt;br /&gt;See I`m stuck in a city&lt;br /&gt;But I belong in a field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we got left, left, left, left, left, left&lt;br /&gt;Now it`s trhee in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And you`re eating alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our friends they're laughing at us&lt;br /&gt;All of those you loved, you mistrust&lt;br /&gt;Help me, I'm just not quite myself&lt;br /&gt;Look around there's no one else left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the concert&lt;br /&gt;and I fought through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Guess I got too excited&lt;br /&gt;when I thought you were around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;Yes the heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the heart beats in its cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te lo tradusco linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno, no me siento mejor&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy jodiendo alrededor&lt;br /&gt;y no escribo bien&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy tirado en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonses, no me enseñes una leccion&lt;br /&gt;porque ya la aprendi anteriormente&lt;br /&gt;si, el sol esta brillando&lt;br /&gt;y mis chicos se estan quemando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh el corazon late dentro de esa jaula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no estoy buscando lo que vos buscas&lt;br /&gt;no siento lo que vos sentis&lt;br /&gt;mira, estoy tirado en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;pero pertenesco a un campo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, tenemos que dejarlo, dejarlo, dejarlo, dejarlo&lt;br /&gt;son las tres de la mañana y vos&lt;br /&gt;estas comiendo sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh el corazon late dentro de esa jaula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos nuestros amigos se rien de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;todos los que amabas ahora no son confiables&lt;br /&gt;ayudame, yo solo no puedo&lt;br /&gt;mira alrededor, no hay nadie mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui a un concierto&lt;br /&gt;y me pelie con todo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;supongo que me entusiasmo&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy rodeado por todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, se ha marchado, marchado, marchado, marchado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo siento si pensaste que te robe el fuego&lt;br /&gt;oh el corazon late en esa jaula&lt;br /&gt;si, el corazon late en esa jaula&lt;br /&gt;bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el corazon late en esa jaula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2967435690858331833?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-7072678656042355537</id><published>2009-08-07T14:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:51:24.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>suplicio</title><content type='html'>sentir la impotencia de intentar&lt;br /&gt;y no poder lograrlo&lt;br /&gt;creo que estoy a punto de quebrar&lt;br /&gt;y de romper en llanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentir que me empiezo a inquietar&lt;br /&gt;y seguir tratando&lt;br /&gt;lo unico que pido es una señal&lt;br /&gt;de que me seguis amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivir para sufrir&lt;br /&gt;tu amor es mi suplicio&lt;br /&gt;engañar a mi sentir&lt;br /&gt;y seguirte amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo que alguna vez fueron mariposas&lt;br /&gt;hoy vomito el piso&lt;br /&gt;superfluo de saber escapas&lt;br /&gt;me ignoras sin previo aviso&lt;div 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title='suplicio'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3489187197806819609</id><published>2009-07-28T23:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:09:08.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT UP</title><content type='html'>FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-4910567283988509749</id><published>2009-07-28T21:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:14:21.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>indecente</title><content type='html'>rebosas tus miedos con ternura&lt;br /&gt;removes la tierra de las cosas&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;cuanto mas?&lt;br /&gt;debo esperar a la locura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan indecente... tan indecente... tan indecentemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si en tu rostro encuentro la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;si me esfuerzo y nunca descanzo&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;cuanto mas?&lt;br /&gt;debo esperar esa sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan indecente... tan indecente... tan indecentemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(como siempre aca va el solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dame lo que mas te pido&lt;br /&gt;dame, damelo&lt;br /&gt;dame lo que mas te pido&lt;br /&gt;dame y no mires atras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan indecente... tan indecente... tan indecente... tan indecente.... tan indecentemente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-4910567283988509749?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/4910567283988509749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/indecente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4910567283988509749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4910567283988509749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/indecente.html' title='indecente'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-595607221498664</id><published>2009-07-21T16:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:17:52.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>everything I do...</title><content type='html'>Look into my eyes, you will see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Serch your heart, serch your soul&lt;br /&gt;And when you find me there you´ll search no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me it´s not worth trying for&lt;br /&gt;You can´t tellme it´s not dying for&lt;br /&gt;You know it´s true&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do... I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart, you will find&lt;br /&gt;There´s nothing there to hide&lt;br /&gt;Take me as I am, take my life&lt;br /&gt;I would give it all, I would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t tell me it´s not worth trying for&lt;br /&gt;You can´t tellme it´s not dying for&lt;br /&gt;You know it´s true&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do... I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There´s no love, like your love&lt;br /&gt;And no other could give me more love&lt;br /&gt;There´s no where, unless you´re there&lt;br /&gt;All time, all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... you can´t tell me it´s not worth trying for&lt;br /&gt;I can´t help it, there´s nothing I want more&lt;br /&gt;I will figth for you, I´d lie for you&lt;br /&gt;Walk the wire for you, I´d die for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it´s true&lt;br /&gt;Everithing I do... I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que hago.. lo hago por ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-595607221498664?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/595607221498664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/595607221498664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/595607221498664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-i-do.html' title='everything I do...'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-7503770270198665565</id><published>2009-07-15T22:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:33:00.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOMBA DE TIEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guasuda&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta es mi peor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;no escribo bien &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt; estoy bajo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;las rimas&lt;/span&gt; suenan bien&lt;br /&gt;no es por que este sonando bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miro&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mi alrededor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo soñando, me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;siento&lt;/span&gt; un luchador&lt;br /&gt;no se si esta bien llorar&lt;br /&gt;creo que estoy a punto de estallar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soy una bomba de tiempo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no meto un puto verso a tiempo.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy esperando que corra el tiempo... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy una maldita bomba de tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tus ojos&lt;/span&gt; son mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obseción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hace rato que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no se&lt;/span&gt; si esta bien llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creo que&lt;/span&gt; estoy a punto de estallar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy una bomba de tiempo... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no meto un puto verso a tiempo.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estoy esperando que corra el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy una maldita bomba de tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy una bomba de tiempo... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no meto un puto verso a tiempo.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy esperando que corra el tiempo... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy una maldita bomba de tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tic... tic... tic... tic tic tic...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt; de mierda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;borges&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;recalcándose&lt;/span&gt; en su tumba, pero es divertida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-7503770270198665565?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/7503770270198665565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/bomba-de-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/7503770270198665565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/7503770270198665565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/bomba-de-tiempo.html' title='BOMBA DE TIEMPO'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1729369456969573671</id><published>2009-07-06T13:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:17:09.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls &amp; Boys</title><content type='html'>Chicas que son chicos que&lt;br /&gt;Le gustan chicos que quieren ser chicas&lt;br /&gt;Que son chicos que creen ser chicas&lt;br /&gt;Que son chicas que creen ser chicos&lt;br /&gt;Siempre tenes que estar con quien realmente amas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur se la banca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1729369456969573671?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1729369456969573671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1729369456969573671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1729369456969573671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-boys.html' title='Girls &amp; Boys'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3510604749293240647</id><published>2009-07-06T12:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:59:39.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LA MAREA</title><content type='html'>¿Como estas?&lt;br /&gt;Te ves tan hermosa hoy&lt;br /&gt;Con tu vestido arreglado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vámonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salgamos a pasear&lt;br /&gt;Te convido un cigarrillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando de tu  mano&lt;br /&gt;Voy sintiendo la marea&lt;br /&gt;Me dejo llevar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hacercate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brazos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tibios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt; un beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Olvidemonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todo nuestro alrededor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Voy sintiendo la marea&lt;br /&gt;Me dejo llevar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchando los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Clash&lt;/span&gt; en un cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Tengo sueño, me caigo en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Ya no importa nada&lt;br /&gt;Solo vos y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yunga&lt;/span&gt; hace un solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando de tu mano&lt;br /&gt;Voy sintiendo la marea&lt;br /&gt;Me dejo llevar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchando los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Clash&lt;/span&gt; en un cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Tengo sueño, me caigo en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Ya no importa nada&lt;br /&gt;Solo vos y yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3510604749293240647?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3510604749293240647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-marea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3510604749293240647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3510604749293240647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-marea.html' title='LA MAREA'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1375132726318751209</id><published>2009-06-23T14:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:46:43.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Titulalo vos</title><content type='html'>La esena era tetrica. No habia nada... estaba solo. Todo era blanco, todo parecia infinito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1375132726318751209?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1375132726318751209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/06/titulalo-vos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1375132726318751209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1375132726318751209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/06/titulalo-vos.html' title='Titulalo vos'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1298607742445353951</id><published>2009-06-22T12:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:13:09.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi juez, mi verdugo</title><content type='html'>El miedo me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;invadia&lt;/span&gt;, mis manos temblaban, una gota de sudor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descendia&lt;/span&gt; acariciando mi sien. Tenia los ojos fijos en el objetivo, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;podia&lt;/span&gt; fallar, solo tenia un intento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Recorde&lt;/span&gt; sus besos, sus caricias. Los fantasmas me acosaban, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;debia&lt;/span&gt; despejar esas vivencias de mi mente, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;podia&lt;/span&gt; fallar, solo tenia un intento.&lt;br /&gt;Al borde de la locura apunte, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cerre&lt;/span&gt; los ojos y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aprete&lt;/span&gt; el gatillo. Tenia que hacerlo, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;podia&lt;/span&gt; fallar, solo tenia un intento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1298607742445353951?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1298607742445353951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/06/hitman.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1298607742445353951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1298607742445353951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/06/hitman.html' title='Mi juez, mi verdugo'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-396985788190841208</id><published>2009-06-16T16:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:33:58.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIEMPRE...(always)</title><content type='html'>Este Romeo esta sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Pero tu no puedes ver su sangre&lt;br /&gt;No es otra cosa mas que algunos sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Que este perro viejo ha vuelto a sacar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha estado lloviendo desde que me dejaste&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me ahogo en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inundación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que siempre he sido un luchador&lt;br /&gt;Pero sin ti, me rindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no puedo cantar una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt; de amor&lt;br /&gt;Como debe ser&lt;br /&gt;Bien supongo que ya no soy tan bueno&lt;br /&gt;Pero nena, yo soy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te amare, nena... siempre&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; por siempre... siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; hasta que las estrellas dejen de brillar&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que los cielos exploten y&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras ya no rimen&lt;br /&gt;Y se que cuando muera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt; en mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y te amare... siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora las fotos que dejaste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son solo recuerdos de una vida diferente&lt;br /&gt;Algunos que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hicieron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hicieron&lt;/span&gt; llorar&lt;br /&gt;Uno que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hiso&lt;/span&gt; tener que decir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;daría&lt;/span&gt; por pasar mis dedos por tu cabello&lt;br /&gt;Por tocar tus labios, Por tenerte cerca&lt;br /&gt;Cuando hagas tus plegarias trata de entender que&lt;br /&gt;He cometido errores, soy solo un hombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el te tiene cerca, cuando el te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haserca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el te dice palabras que has estado necesitando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseare ser el por que esas palabras son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;decírtelas&lt;/span&gt; hasta el fin de los tiempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, te amare nena... siempre&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para siempre... siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me pides que llore por ti... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;podría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me pides que muera pro ti... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;podría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echa un vistazo a mi cara&lt;br /&gt;No hay precio que no pagase&lt;br /&gt;Para decirte estas palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, no hay suerte&lt;br /&gt;En estos dados trucados&lt;br /&gt;Pero nena, si me das solo otra oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Podemos empaquetar nuestros viejos sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y nuestras viejas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Encontraremos un lugar donde el sol &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;todavía&lt;/span&gt; brille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te amare, nena... siempre&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; por siempre... siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; hasta que las estrellas dejen de brillar&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que los cielos exploten y&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras ya no rimen&lt;br /&gt;Y se que cuando muera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt; en mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y te amare... siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el baboso que le escribe a Bon Jovi dio justo en el clavo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-396985788190841208?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-6231949777757754315</id><published>2009-06-02T12:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:43:43.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosotros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;empezá&lt;/span&gt; por aceptar tu maldad&lt;br /&gt;un poco de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;autocritica&lt;/span&gt; no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vendría&lt;/span&gt; mal&lt;br /&gt;me agarraste desatento&lt;br /&gt;es que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anduve&lt;/span&gt; pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desprolijo&lt;/span&gt; porque si&lt;br /&gt;en el arte de fingir me ganas&lt;br /&gt;aunque yo me esmero mucho&lt;br /&gt;si te presto mi confianza abusas&lt;br /&gt;me devolviste el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perpechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo pasa entre nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;y no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; entusiasmarme con palabras&lt;br /&gt;ya no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;algo&lt;/span&gt; mas que especular&lt;br /&gt;mejor seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;demostrártelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se que a veces me comporto fatal&lt;br /&gt;no prestes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atención&lt;/span&gt; a esos detalles&lt;br /&gt;fue la suma de factores&lt;br /&gt;el efecto domino&lt;br /&gt;algo entre vos y yo&lt;br /&gt;si me acerco te pones a temblar&lt;br /&gt;y eso me confunde mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo pasa entre nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;y no quiero entusiasmarme con palabras&lt;br /&gt;ya no hago mas que especular&lt;br /&gt;mejor seria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;demostrártelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-6231949777757754315?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/6231949777757754315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/06/empeza-por-aceptar-tu-maldad-un-poco-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6231949777757754315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6231949777757754315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/06/empeza-por-aceptar-tu-maldad-un-poco-de.html' title='Nosotros'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-55985569097470439</id><published>2009-06-02T09:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:47:31.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Periplo de un corazon deshilachado</title><content type='html'>Mendigando abrazos en tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;habitación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y escribiendo esta puta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no funciona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ningún&lt;/span&gt; tipo de encanto&lt;br /&gt;No se que hacer, no puedo seguir llorando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pido a gritos un poco de amor&lt;br /&gt;Vos me esquivas, por odio o por temor&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya no duermo, no siento, no pienso&lt;br /&gt;Vos te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reís&lt;/span&gt;, gozas mi sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puede ser peor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sienta dolor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mas que busque no encuentro tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Y mucho menos si busco una caricia&lt;br /&gt;Veo la cama, las sabanas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acerco&lt;/span&gt; a vos empiezo a sentir la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;briza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento nada, todo es mentira&lt;br /&gt;O una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ilución&lt;/span&gt; de aquel que delira&lt;br /&gt;Lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; que se es que ya no me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;querés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si alguna vez lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hisiste&lt;/span&gt; jamas lo note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puede ser peor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sienta dolor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmente pedazos de cielo para vos&lt;br /&gt;Y me pagaste con reproches&lt;br /&gt;Nena ya no puedo mas seguir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay amor en tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puede ser peor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sienta dolor&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;br /&gt;Estoy condenado a amarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-55985569097470439?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/55985569097470439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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vez&lt;br /&gt;Temi por mi cerebro aprisionado&lt;br /&gt;En una trama vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas deba tomarme una revancha&lt;br /&gt;Aun tenemos cuentas que saldar&lt;br /&gt;Deslizare mi puño por tu espalda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No existes, no existes, no existes, no existes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un extraño tic nerviosoarrojo palabras&lt;br /&gt;Gestos contra la pared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Impulso salvaje)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no existes ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2250309812324032540?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2250309812324032540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-existes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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confianza abusas, me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;debolviste&lt;/span&gt; el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perpechado&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1918864427384796586?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1918864427384796586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/sing-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1918864427384796586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1918864427384796586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/sing-alone.html' title='Sing alone'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-4416960652832087137</id><published>2009-05-22T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:04:25.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DA YA THINK I´M SEXY</title><content type='html'>Crees que soy sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maldito rod stewart... maldito genio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-4416960652832087137?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/4416960652832087137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-ya-think-im-sexy.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4416960652832087137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/4416960652832087137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-ya-think-im-sexy.html' title='DA YA THINK I´M SEXY'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2922241831196243665</id><published>2009-05-21T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:41:22.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK</title><content type='html'>Cada vez que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; triste... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para sacarte una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; contenta... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt; con vos&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; llorando... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para darte mi hombro&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; mal... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para ponerte bien&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;falte&lt;/span&gt; ayuda... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;prestártela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que te sientas sola... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;necesites&lt;/span&gt; hablar... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para escucharte&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que tengas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para taparte&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;eclipcen&lt;/span&gt; tu sol... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; para alumbrarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puta madre... que cursi... me doy asco... pero muen, que se yo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2922241831196243665?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2922241831196243665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2922241831196243665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2922241831196243665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck.html' title='FUCK'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2920423893805716578</id><published>2009-05-20T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:22:13.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody hurts</title><content type='html'>Cada dia me demostras cuanto me importas...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras mas me lastimas... mas duele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2920423893805716578?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2920423893805716578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybody-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2920423893805716578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2920423893805716578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody hurts'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-5479988030806606122</id><published>2009-05-19T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:02:00.331-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espacio-tiempo</title><content type='html'>Ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estuve&lt;/span&gt; pensando en hacer un programa de radio con estas cosas que escribo... lo tengo que hablar con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora si, hoy voy a hablar de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relación&lt;/span&gt; entre el espacio y el tiempo... onda, nunca se pusieron a pensar que en un lugar en un momento hay algo.... o esta pasando algo... y al instante es otra cosa totalmente diferente. Hoy estaba en el bar y veo a un tipo sentado en una mesa, al rato se va y entra otra mujer, apurada. Mi cabeza maquino lo que pasara por la mente del sujeto este que estuvo sentado en esa mesa, se fue por que dijo haberse confundido de bar, al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parecer&lt;/span&gt; estaba esperando a alguien y en ese instante esa mesa dejo de ser de el... ese lugar en el cual se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;empezado&lt;/span&gt; a formar una historia ahora tenia otra... y tan solo en unos segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabe que demonios se fue a hacer el tipo, o por que estaba sentado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt;. Lo que importa es que el hombre en ese lugar en ese momento (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;relación&lt;/span&gt; espacio-tiempo) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;empezado&lt;/span&gt; algo, algo para contar, una historia. Que termino cuando este hombre se fue... y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;empezo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;otra historia, la de la mesa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que espera a que alguien la ocupe. Esta no puede hacer nada.. solo esperar, no tiene vida propia, no puede gritar para que alguien la ocupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez ocupada la mesa la historia vuelve a cambiar ahora comienza el periplo de una señora que estaba apurada, quien sabe porque, pero apurada en fin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que la atendieran, se tenia que ir. Pero a diferencia de la mesa esta señora si tiene vida esta señora si puede gritar y que alguien la escuche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fui por las ramas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;divague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flashe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... el punto es que todo esto paso en minutos... onda en un mismo lugar en 5 minutos aproximadamente hubo 3 historias totalmente diferentes. no se a ustedes, pero a mi me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;increíble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-5479988030806606122?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/5479988030806606122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/espacio-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5479988030806606122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5479988030806606122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/espacio-tiempo.html' title='Espacio-tiempo'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-6840476044306543798</id><published>2009-05-18T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:18:35.883-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicidad marketing beldent knor carajo'/><title type='text'>Publicidad</title><content type='html'>Hola mis queridos blog-escuchas... hoy vamos a hablar de la publicidad... bah, yo voy a hablar de la publicidad, ustedes a leer sobre la publicidad. Eso no quita que puedan opinar, hay una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sección&lt;/span&gt; de comentarios, pero poca gente comenta.&lt;br /&gt;Muen, en fin viendo la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;televisión&lt;/span&gt; estos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; me di cuenta de que hay muy pocas publicidades en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mayoría&lt;/span&gt; de las "publicidades" son cortos divertidos de los cuales no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recordás&lt;/span&gt; el producto que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; tratando de vender. A lo que voy es que la publicidad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perdió&lt;/span&gt; su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;función&lt;/span&gt; principal, dejarte en la cabeza la marca del producto, venderte el producto, llevar al producto de una etapa pionera a una etapa retentiva. Eso se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;perdió&lt;/span&gt;... hoy en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; lo que la gente llama una buena publicidad es esa publicidad del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fernet&lt;/span&gt;, porque nunca recuerdan si es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cinzano&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Branca&lt;/span&gt;, donde un grupo de amigos esta haciendo lo que se supone que hace la gente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;común&lt;/span&gt; con una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt; graciosa. ¿Esa publicidad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cumplió&lt;/span&gt; su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;función&lt;/span&gt;?¿Alguien se acuerda cual es el producto que venden?... no, nadie se acuerda. Eso para mi no es una publicidad... yo lo llamo un corto entretenido, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ni siquiera&lt;/span&gt; puedo decir que es bueno porque en general los actores dejan mucho que desear, si puede ser buena la historia y la idea... pero no es una publicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Para mi una buena publicidad es esa que te da el mensaje simple y concreto y te mete de lleno el producto o la marca en tu cabeza, como por ejemplo la de las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sopitas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Knor&lt;/span&gt;, "la sopa de las dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bolsitas&lt;/span&gt;", era genial... lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;decía&lt;/span&gt; era "¿probaste la sopa de las dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;bolsitas&lt;/span&gt;?... ya la vas a probar" y te mostraba la silueta de las dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bolsitas&lt;/span&gt;... era genial, te dejaba con las ganas de saber que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;carajo&lt;/span&gt; era la sopa de las dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bolsitas&lt;/span&gt;. A mi me compro. Otra muy buena publicidad, bah, no publicidad, sino que es muy buena la campaña es la de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Beldent&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; pasando ahora, la de Belden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Infinit&lt;/span&gt;, onda el maldito chicle no dura tanto, pero te compran... es genial, te meten al producto de lleno.. te dicen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Beldent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;infinit&lt;/span&gt; cada 4 palabras y te ruegan que escupas el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; chicle, terrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;contradiccion&lt;/span&gt;, pero hace a la publicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Hablando de esa publicidad bien directa, el otro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; mirando "Padre de familia" estaban en una fabrica de cigarrillos y te mostraban la publicidad, y la publicidad era un tipo gordo y con cara de malo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;diciéndote&lt;/span&gt; FUMA.... FUMA..., bien cortado y seco. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Así&lt;/span&gt; el tipo consigue que fumes, es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;buenisimo&lt;/span&gt;. Pero muen, la publicidad buena hoy en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;parese&lt;/span&gt; que es mostrarte a un grupo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;chabones&lt;/span&gt; de 30 y largos años haciendo cosas de gente de entre 20 y 25 años... al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;parecer&lt;/span&gt; eso vende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-6840476044306543798?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/6840476044306543798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/publicidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6840476044306543798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/6840476044306543798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/publicidad.html' title='Publicidad'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3704268351727510139</id><published>2009-05-14T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:51:36.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LACRA</title><content type='html'>Cuando viniste aqui&lt;br /&gt;No te pude mirar a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Sos como un angel&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel me hace llorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flotas como una pluma&lt;br /&gt;En un hermoso mundo&lt;br /&gt;Deseo ser especial&lt;br /&gt;Vos sos tan especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero soy una lacra...&lt;br /&gt;Soy un bicho raro&lt;br /&gt;¿Que carajo hago aca?&lt;br /&gt;Yo no pertenesco aca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me importa si duele&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener control&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un cuerpo perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un alma perfecta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero avisarte&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no estoy alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Sos tan especial&lt;br /&gt;Deseo ser especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero soy una lacra&lt;br /&gt;Soy un bicho raro&lt;br /&gt;¿Que carajo hago aca?&lt;br /&gt;Yo no pertenesco aca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella se escapa de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Ella se escapa&lt;br /&gt;Ella corre, corre, corre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sea que te haga feliz&lt;br /&gt;Lo que quieras&lt;br /&gt;Sos tan especial&lt;br /&gt;Deseo ser especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero soy una lacra&lt;br /&gt;Soy un bicho raro&lt;br /&gt;¿Que carajo hago aca?&lt;br /&gt;Yo no pertenesco aca&lt;br /&gt;No pertenesco aca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3704268351727510139?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3704268351727510139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/lacra.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3704268351727510139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3704268351727510139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/lacra.html' title='LACRA'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-2654132448066326602</id><published>2009-05-14T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:11:20.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POLVO DE ESTRELLAS</title><content type='html'>Me siento frente a mi&lt;br /&gt;Veo un mundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;detrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo un mundo sin mi&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo sin saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un haz de luz&lt;br /&gt;Polvo de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huelo&lt;/span&gt; miedo a trasluz&lt;br /&gt;Intento no sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La linea del ayer&lt;br /&gt;Se esfumo... se fue&lt;br /&gt;Se refleja mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo sin saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exitación&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exaltación&lt;/span&gt;, el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Polvo de estrellas a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Existir, el sentir y morir&lt;br /&gt;Envuelto en los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;brazos&lt;/span&gt; de esa blanca mujer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento el pulso temblar&lt;br /&gt;Estoy al limite&lt;br /&gt;No siento el andar&lt;br /&gt;No tengo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giro alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Atado, sin control&lt;br /&gt;Mirando con temor&lt;br /&gt;Me escondo sin saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exitación&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exaltación&lt;/span&gt;, el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Polvo de estrellas a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Existir, el sentir y morir&lt;br /&gt;Envuelto en los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brazos&lt;/span&gt; de esa blanca mujer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-2654132448066326602?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/2654132448066326602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/polvo-de-estrellas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2654132448066326602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/2654132448066326602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/05/polvo-de-estrellas.html' title='POLVO DE ESTRELLAS'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-7831604025694328718</id><published>2009-04-18T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:58:43.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OTOÑO</title><content type='html'>Cuanto tiempo eh de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Para volver a verte&lt;br /&gt;Dejaste en mi interior&lt;br /&gt;Una llama ardiente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; no puedo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Ya no aguanto el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Tu misterio es mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obsesión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy besando al viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada es tan simple como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño y no se cuando voy a verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manejo contra el viento&lt;br /&gt;Voy mirando ciego&lt;br /&gt;Leo entre las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Tu nombre en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada es tan simple como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño y no se cuando voy a verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja eso que haces, agarra el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Llamame&lt;/span&gt; y no lo pienses mas&lt;br /&gt;Deja eso que haces, agarra el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Llamame&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;volveme&lt;/span&gt; a amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt; va un solo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada es tan simple como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño y no se cuando voy a verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja eso que haces, agarra el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Llamame&lt;/span&gt; y no lo pienses mas&lt;br /&gt;Deja eso que haces, agarra el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Llamame&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;volveme&lt;/span&gt; a amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt; escrita por mi.. tiene mas o menos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;música&lt;/span&gt;.. y el titulo es ese solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;por que&lt;/span&gt; estamos en otoño.. y odio poner la frase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;típica&lt;/span&gt; del estribillo como nombre de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='OTOÑO'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8063127263131299727</id><published>2009-04-06T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:16:48.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LICK IT UP</title><content type='html'>Paul Standley volo por arriba mio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8063127263131299727?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8063127263131299727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/04/lick-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8063127263131299727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8063127263131299727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/04/lick-it-up.html' title='LICK IT UP'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-7051397949755563888</id><published>2009-04-01T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:17:30.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiracion</title><content type='html'>No estoy inspirado como para escribir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asique&lt;/span&gt; voy a decir lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disfrazo&lt;/span&gt; con frases y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;metáforas&lt;/span&gt; lindas en una sola frase que lo resume todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO QUIERO A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PAME&lt;/span&gt; Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PAME&lt;/span&gt; NO ME QUIERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-7051397949755563888?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/7051397949755563888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiracion.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/7051397949755563888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/7051397949755563888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiracion.html' title='Inspiracion'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3611770707077406860</id><published>2009-03-28T16:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:58:28.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DEMOLER</title><content type='html'>cometi el error de mentir&lt;br /&gt;y logre demoler todo&lt;br /&gt;oculte y mate al amor&lt;br /&gt;pero hoy se quien soy&lt;br /&gt;y esta vez ya no puedo negarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy, te digo que lo siento&lt;br /&gt;no hay pretexto para mi&lt;br /&gt;no, se que no soy perfecto&lt;br /&gt;lo que amaste sigue aqui&lt;br /&gt;ya, la grieta se esta abriendo&lt;br /&gt;y se que nunca va a parar&lt;br /&gt;no, ya no va a parar, no para de sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intente descifrar la verdad&lt;br /&gt;y venci mi mayor miedo&lt;br /&gt;hoy mi voz se quebro al gritar&lt;br /&gt;por pedir perdon&lt;br /&gt;y empezar de cero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy, te digo que lo siento&lt;br /&gt;no hay pretexto para mi&lt;br /&gt;no, se que no soy perfecto&lt;br /&gt;lo que amaste sigue aqui&lt;br /&gt;ya, la grieta se esta abriendo&lt;br /&gt;y se que nunca va a parar&lt;br /&gt;no, ya no va a parar, no para de sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que linda cancion, refleja lo que me pasa, como tantas otras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3611770707077406860?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3611770707077406860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/demoler.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3611770707077406860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3611770707077406860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/demoler.html' title='DEMOLER'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-7599312233256843809</id><published>2009-03-26T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:13:12.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>las mentiras que caen de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disfrazan el hostil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esparsimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el infame recuerdo me acosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haciéndome&lt;/span&gt; revivir la derrota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la mueca dibujada en mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disimula la falsa felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juego a ser feliz, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;río&lt;/span&gt; sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me escondo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt; de mi al sufrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿como decirte que me harte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿como contarte mi sufrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parecer&lt;/span&gt; sos feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mirándome&lt;/span&gt; sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;efímera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inmensidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en la vastedad de la nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansado de tus reproches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansado de tus maltratos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la noche se hace humo en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; renace en mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un nuevo amanecer se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lejos tuyo, lejos de vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿como decirte que me harte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿como contarte mi sufrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parecer&lt;/span&gt; sos feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mirándome&lt;/span&gt; sangrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-7599312233256843809?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/7599312233256843809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/7599312233256843809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/7599312233256843809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8442301655622955200</id><published>2009-03-22T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:49:54.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TE VERDE</title><content type='html'>yo no se, como decirte,&lt;br /&gt;que te busque,&lt;br /&gt;sorteando el tiempo y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo no se, si acaso existe,&lt;br /&gt;una razon, para olvidar que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada dia fue, tan largo&lt;br /&gt;y en la soledad, no habia nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;cada dia fue un paso&lt;br /&gt;para entender&lt;br /&gt;que hay un respiro en el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuve mas, de lo deseado&lt;br /&gt;ya desendi, del cielo a los infiernos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretendi, la poesia&lt;br /&gt;me perdi en un todavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada dia fue, tan largo&lt;br /&gt;y en la soledad, no habia nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;cada dia fue un paso&lt;br /&gt;para entender&lt;br /&gt;que hay un respiro en el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahora se que no fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;y ahora se que todo es tan real&lt;br /&gt;no me creerias si digo que te soñe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cada dia fue, tan largo&lt;br /&gt;y en la soledad, no habia nada que perder&lt;br /&gt;cada dia fue un paso&lt;br /&gt;para entender&lt;br /&gt;que hay un respiro en el amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8442301655622955200?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8442301655622955200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-verde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8442301655622955200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8442301655622955200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-verde.html' title='TE VERDE'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-5578869857559441696</id><published>2009-03-17T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:40:22.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT BLEED</title><content type='html'>Esa gota que cae por mi mejilla&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto que no lo sentía&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que ella abrió mi herida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna vez me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;Me arrepiento nena&lt;br /&gt;Jamás lo volvería a hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas noches sin dormir&lt;br /&gt;Tantos sueños sin concluir&lt;br /&gt;Tantos rechazos que recibí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy colapse, no puedo seguir&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quedan palabras de aliento&lt;br /&gt;Ella abrió mi herida y yo le digo… nena...&lt;br /&gt;Déjala sangrar…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-5578869857559441696?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/5578869857559441696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-bleed.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5578869857559441696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/5578869857559441696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-bleed.html' title='LET IT BLEED'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-3764012999645124550</id><published>2009-03-17T12:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:05:09.249-03:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>los otros dias estaba viendo esto del cambio de mano de Pueyredon y de un par de calles mas, que la gente se quejaba y demas. Ademas a esto se le sumo que facebook cambio la pagina de inicio, todo el mundo quejandose. Mi conclusion sobre esto es: Vivimos en una sociedad costumbrista de mierda, onda la gente se queja porque se genero un cambio y tienen que "recordar" ese cambio, no les importa si fue para bien, solo se quejan. Despues una señora cruza por el medio de la calle sin el semaforo y la atropellan, ¿a quien culpan? a que cambiaron de mano la calle. La culpa no la tuvo la calle que la cambiaron de mano, sino la señora que cruzo por donde se le canto el culo y como se le canto el culo.&lt;br /&gt;Con el facebook pasa lo mismo pero de una forma diferente, el otro dia estaba hablanco con yunga del tema, ahora el facebook te pregunta que pensas y no que haces, antes era como mas atrevido, ahora hace las de un "amigo", es mas "considerado". Eso presta a la joda, pero el punto es que facebook cambio y a uno le molesto que halla cambiado porque estaba acostumbrado a la version anterior, entonses pone que no le gusta, otro lo lee y sin pensar responde a mi tampoco me gusta, y asi otro y otro y otro hasta que a nadie le gusta el facebook porque estaban acostumbrados al anterior. Pero de golpe a uno se le ocurre romper con todo lo que se viene diciendo y dice "a mi si me gusta" y ahi se genera como una suerte de reveldia y a eso se le empieza a sumar gente que ahora le gusta el nuevo modelo de facebook y al que antes no le gustaba ahora le gusta y son todas malditas ovejas de rebaño.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion/moraleja/como lo quieran llamar: hagan lo que quieren y piensen como quieran pensar, ningun pensamiento es herrado, todo es subjetivo y no teman a lo que puedan pensar los demas de tus pensamientos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-3764012999645124550?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/3764012999645124550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3764012999645124550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/3764012999645124550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-8299777475653262595</id><published>2009-03-16T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:33:33.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Los pibes no mariconean</title><content type='html'>Te pediria perdon,&lt;br /&gt;Si asi pudiera cambiar tus pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero se que esta vez,&lt;br /&gt;He dicho demaciado,&lt;br /&gt;He sido descortez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trate de reir al respecto,&lt;br /&gt;Cubriendolo todo con mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Trate de reirme de esto,&lt;br /&gt;Reteniendo las lagrimas en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque los niños no lloran,&lt;br /&gt;Los niños no lloran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podria arrodillarme a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;Y rogarte que me perdones&lt;br /&gt;Pero se que es muy tarde&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay nada que pueda hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso trato de reir al respecto,&lt;br /&gt;Cubriendolo todo con mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Trate de reirme de esto,&lt;br /&gt;Reteniendo las lagrimas en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque los niños no lloran,&lt;br /&gt;Los niños no lloran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te diria&lt;br /&gt;Que te ame,&lt;br /&gt;Si fueras a quedarte.&lt;br /&gt;Pero se que es en vano,&lt;br /&gt;Ya te fuiste lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrepase los limites,&lt;br /&gt;Te presione demaciado&lt;br /&gt;Te di por sentado&lt;br /&gt;Pense que me nesesitabas mas, mas, mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora haria cualquier cosa&lt;br /&gt;Para que volvieras a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo sigo riendo&lt;br /&gt;Reteniendo las lagrimas en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque los niños no lloran,&lt;br /&gt;los niños no lloran,&lt;br /&gt;los niños no lloran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siento eso en este momento....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: lo de "los pibes no mariconean" se lo robe a yunga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-8299777475653262595?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/8299777475653262595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-pibes-no-mariconean.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8299777475653262595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/8299777475653262595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/los-pibes-no-mariconean.html' title='Los pibes no mariconean'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1355174011318154866</id><published>2009-03-13T12:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:11:10.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'>La muerte</title><content type='html'>Mucha gente le teme a la muerte, la muerte segun mi diccionario es el cesamiento o termino de la vida, de alguna forma "El final". Pero decir final es como... muy fuerte, es una palabra fuerte. Por eso tanta gente le teme a la muerte, porque creen que es el final, que todo termina. yo no creo que sea asi, sino todo lo contrario, creo que es un momento de crisis, como decian los antiguos griegos, un momento de cambio, donde pasamos de la vida terrenal a otro tipo de vida mas espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas religiones que dicen algo similar, por ejemplo el cristianismo (no soy catolico, pero me crie con esas bases, ademas de haber ido toda mi vida a un colegio catolico. yo Hago mi religion, discrepo en muchas cosas con el catolisismo). El cristianismo dice que despues de la vida terrenal existe un cielo, un infierno y un purgatorio. Yo creo que es diferente, yo creo en la reencarnacion, creo que despues de la vida terrenal tu alma se asigna a otro cuerpo, creo que hay un cielo y un infierno, pero no creo que haya un purgatorio, es decir pienso que el cielo y el infierno estan en la tierra, pero a un nivel espiritual y que el purgatorio es la vida terrenal, un maldito suplicio al que fuimos condenados por el pecado original (la historia de Adan y Eva y demas...). Creo que debemos vivir una vida en la tierra como castigo por eso y depende como llevemos esa vida vamos al cielo, al infierno o volvemos a la tierra, y en esa segunda vuelta pagamos el karma de la vida anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Eso es lo que yo pienso, tambien creo que hay un Dios, un diablo, angeles y demonios, pero discrepo casi por completo con la iglesia, ya que esta conformada por humanos y al haber humanos, estos cometen errores y aparte la iglesia misma tiene cruzes de pensamientos dentro de ellas porque todos los humanos pensamos de forma diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Demasiada religion por hoy, de religion, de futbol y de politica no se puede hablar, son temas que siempre van a generar conflicos, con lo que dije antes no es para armar discuciones de ningun tipo ni nada, es simplemente lo que pienso de el tema de la vida despues de la vida, pero volviendo al tema de "La muerte" recuerdo haber leido algo que me la hiso flashear mucho y que realmente tiene muchisima logica y para mi muchisima razon. Otra vez Borges, esta vez hablo de "El Aleph", el cuento "El Inmortal". la "moraljea" del cuento es que una persona es inmortal hasta que entiende lo que es la muerte, es decir, hasta que sabe que "es" la muerte. Onda una persona que no sabe lo que es la muerte se anima a hacer cosas que por miedo a morir una persona no haria. Es increible como el significado de una palabra limita tanto a una persona, lo mismo que decia Nietzche con la frase "dios ha muerto" onda suena muy tragico esa frase, pero despues de haber leido varias cosas de este filosofo bielorus entiendo lo que el quiere decir con esto, y se aplica perfectamente a lo que dijo Borges con el tema de la muerte. Es decir lo que yo entendi despues de haber leido a Nietzche fue que el decia que hay que separar los sentimientos de los pensamientos, es decir, que los sentimientos (miedo al castigo divino de dios) nos inpiden explotar la maximo la capasidad de pensar que tenemos, por ejemplo el epico dilema entre ciencia y religion, la religion con su "etica y moral" impide a la ciencia ciertas cosas. por eso yo pienso, cuando uno tiene que pensar tiene que ser bien frio, porque si pensas que con tus pensamientos podes lastimar a alguien no vas a decir lo que pensas y te estas limitando y no te podes explotar al maximo. Pero a la hora de amar tenes que olvidarte de pensar, porque eso te limita a sentir lo que realmente es el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso mi conclusion del tema es... separa la cabeza del corazon, ama con el corazon y pensa con la cabeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1355174011318154866?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1355174011318154866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-muerte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1355174011318154866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1355174011318154866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-muerte.html' title='La muerte'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1765181757776962237</id><published>2009-03-12T20:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:23:06.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seria estupido poner el nombre de ella aca, los que me conosen saben que nombre va aca y ella, si es que llega a entrar tambien lo sabe</title><content type='html'>La vida es el suplicio mas infame&lt;br /&gt;Al que fuimos condenados a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Estamos presionados por el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Estamos cuestionando el saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las lágrimas son irrisorias&lt;br /&gt;Las rimas son efímeras&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo rige y manda&lt;br /&gt;Y no da ningún tipo de tregua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir condenado a saber&lt;br /&gt;Que el final esta cerca&lt;br /&gt;Vivir condenado a saber&lt;br /&gt;Que existe un final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo me pego y dolió&lt;br /&gt;Me quito a la mujer que ame&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo lejos de ella dolió&lt;br /&gt;Y ella nunca supo que la ame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora es tarde&lt;br /&gt;Y por mas que hable&lt;br /&gt;Se que no me quiere&lt;br /&gt;Se que se acabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que escribe uno cuando sufre o esta enamorado... o sufre por amor(?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1765181757776962237?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1765181757776962237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/seria-estupido-poner-el-nombre-de-ella.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1765181757776962237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1765181757776962237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/seria-estupido-poner-el-nombre-de-ella.html' title='Seria estupido poner el nombre de ella aca, los que me conosen saben que nombre va aca y ella, si es que llega a entrar tambien lo sabe'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338615918840928645.post-1548949401113033958</id><published>2009-03-12T12:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:02:26.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte?</title><content type='html'>Hoy en el bar donde trabajo estaba leyendo "Ficciones", de Borges, para ser presiso "El milagro secreto".&lt;br /&gt;En el cuento leo que en una parte dice que el motivo del arte es hacer olvidar al espectador/lector/lo que sea que existe la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;esto me dejo pensando mucho y me dio unos "flasheos" importantes, yo tomaba al arte como la excusa para hacer mas lindo al mundo, es decir, ¿que seria de nuestras vidas sin el arte?. Yo creo que seria todo gris y aburrido, el arte hace a la vida (que yo considero un suplicio, en otro posteo explicare el porque) mas linda, mas divertida, mas etceteras. Un amigo me dijo una vez, "A mi no me interesa nada que no sea arte o yo no considere arte" (mi amigo es maneu, por si se queja por no poner su nombre) y tiene razon, todo lo que yo no considero arte se me es irrelevante porque es aburrido y lo aburrido, valga la redundancia, me aburre.&lt;br /&gt;Volviendo al tema de la irrealidad en el arte, yo creo que es muy cierto, onda, los mejores artistas fueron los que desafiaron la realidad, por ejemplo Dalí, un fucking genio, dibujo cosas subrealistas mientras todos dibujaban retratos y paisajes. Dalí era un maldito visionario, pintaba cosas que no existian o cosas que eran imposibles que pasaran, como porejemplo los elefantes con patas de caballos o los relojes que se derriten, era un maldito genio, ¿y por que? porque desafio la fucking realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Si el arte es lo que hace la vida mas feliz y el arte trata de hacernos olvidar la realidad entonses ¿la realidad limita la felicidad? Yo creo que si, seriamos tan felices viviendo en un cuadro de Dalí o en un poema de Borges o Cortazar, llendo mas lejos ¿que seria de nuestras vidas si vivieramos en una cancion de Pink Floid?&lt;br /&gt;Muchos que lean esto me van a decir "¿la arquitectura no es un arte? ¿como hace la arquitectura para hacernos olvidar la realidad si un edificio no puede flotar por ejemplo?".&lt;br /&gt;me adelanto a esas preguntas: La arquitectura desafia la realidad, los grandes arquitectos son los que desafian las leyes de la fisica para demostrar su arte, por eso el arquitecto es el artista y el ingeniero el que lo baja a la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;En resumen, el arte esta en desafiar la realidad, en crear lo inexistente para hacer volar la imaginacion del espectador de nuestro arte, elevense chicos, no dejen que la realidad les impida ser feliz, vayanse para arriba y busquen lo que no existe y transformenlo en realidad en sus cabezas, sean artistas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4338615918840928645-1548949401113033958?l=agus-bass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/feeds/1548949401113033958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/arte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1548949401113033958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4338615918840928645/posts/default/1548949401113033958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agus-bass.blogspot.com/2009/03/arte.html' title='Arte?'/><author><name>agusbass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517515689175868727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0R1crUesqgU/SblIGqHWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePjCX_ody_k/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
