<?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-6050269888891792151</id><updated>2011-12-26T15:08:48.853-08:00</updated><category term='Intro'/><title type='text'>I Love Emiliano</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-8663459365493964139</id><published>2009-01-08T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:46:06.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Estás listo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avanzar entre la oscuridad y la luz en este viaje que es la vida, con coraje, alegria, sueños, amor, es el desafio de todo ser humano... No hay un aca y un alla, un adentro y un afuera, un arriba y un abajo... hay caminos, elecciones, aprendizajes, errores, aciertos, misiones que nos esperan y debemos estar atentos para darle vuelo a las "alas del alma".. ayudando al que se cae, al que se queda, al que no puede o no sabe, para unirnos todos juntos en una energia universal, poderosa, increiblemente luminosa.. hacia alli vamos.. estas listo?Entonces ¿Estás listo para empezar un viaje hacia tu alma? &lt;b&gt;Si te animas&lt;/b&gt;, si podes soñar ven con nosotros vamos juntos hasta el final Basta solamente con saber mirar una canción nos describirá el camino &lt;b&gt;Te damos la mano&lt;/b&gt; para contar juntos nuestro mejor cuento &lt;b&gt;¿Estas listo para volar?&lt;/b&gt; ¿Estas listo para &lt;b&gt;sentir&lt;/b&gt;? ¿Estas listo para &lt;b&gt;vivir&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;b&gt;Entonces estás listo para amar&lt;/b&gt; Hoy vamos por más, la vida nos espera la podemos alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vamos por más, solo acércate a tu ventana y mira tu amanecer, Vas a querer volar y un ángel del mundo podrás ser. PAZ siempre existe en el mundo una persona que espera a otra, ya sea en el medio del desierto o en el medio de una gran ciudad. Y cuando estas personas se cruzan y sus ojos se encuentran, todo el pasado y todo el futuro pierden completamente su importancia... y &lt;b&gt;solo existe aquel momento... en donde el tiempo no corre, solo corre el amor y la pasión &lt;/b&gt;por la sangre y ahí nace la unión eterna de esas dos almas... la tuya... la mía... las nuestras &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/6050269888891792151-8663459365493964139?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/8663459365493964139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=8663459365493964139' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/8663459365493964139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/8663459365493964139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2009/01/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-789524631173093495</id><published>2009-01-05T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:34:59.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;El otro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/2927/1n2rv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 178px;" src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/2927/1n2rv2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Todos nos preguntamos qué hay del otro lado, pero del otro lado de qué? Del otro lado de una pared, quizás? Lo cierto es que nadie sabe que es lo que separa este lado del otro lado, y sólo algunos agraciados en verdad conocen el otro lado. Yo conozco el otro lado, diariamente me llevan del otro lado, y no me importa lo que hagan de mi en el otro lado, pero con una condición, eso si, que pueda ser feliz de este lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;A veces uno ve cosas tan lindas, uno siente cosas tan maravillosas del otro lado, que nos encantaría arrancarlas y traerlas para este lado. Incluso más, a veces uno se siente tan miserable de este lado, que en esos momentos, desearíamos estar del otro lado. Hoy escribo desde este lado, antes de pasar al otro lado, y manifestando por escrito mi deseo de tenerte, aunque sea del otro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pasar al otro lado no es para los débiles, el problema de ellos es que se quedan a vivir del otro lado, pero estando de este lado. Vivir de este lado, y creer en el otro lado, es un don. Sin el otro lado no somos nada, no somos más que una simple persona de este lado. Con el otro lado, podemos ser todo lo que siempre sonamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-789524631173093495?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/789524631173093495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=789524631173093495' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/789524631173093495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/789524631173093495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-otro-lado-normal-0-21-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-1242010153460240760</id><published>2009-01-05T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:36:43.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Algún día...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.escribirte.com.ar/blogs/user/vuelosdegaviota/arcoIris.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.escribirte.com.ar/blogs/user/vuelosdegaviota/arcoIris.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Donde se esconde el sol, donde termina el arco iris, donde quiera que sea, cuando quiera que sea, te encontraré...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y ahí estará ese tesoro que tanto añoro, que inunda mis pensamientos cada noche, que protagoniza mis sueños cada vez que mis ojos se cierran…&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se serás vos o será efecto secundario de otras cosas que mis visiones se hacen vos, el viento me trae tu aroma, tu recuerdo vive en mi y a veces sana, pero también lastima y mucho…&lt;br /&gt;Se que el día en que te conocí, dos ángeles nacieron para hacer un sueño realidad, uno cuidando de cada uno de nosotros, para juntarnos un día en que el viento grite a viva voz tu nombre junto al mío…&lt;br /&gt;De ahí en mas seré tus ojos cuando quieras llorar, seré tu voz cuando quieras gritar, seré tus alas cuando quieras volar, seré tu aire cada vez que respires, seré la sangre de tus venas, pero también seré yo mismo, a tu lado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algún día... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-1242010153460240760?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1242010153460240760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=1242010153460240760' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/1242010153460240760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/1242010153460240760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2009/01/algn-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-3344958235988035835</id><published>2009-01-01T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:41:43.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Light and Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/SV2x8-5gwyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ofPITJHs8RA/s1600-h/217676_264666912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/SV2x8-5gwyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ofPITJHs8RA/s320/217676_264666912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286577198837318434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y conoci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...dos mundos diferentes en el mismo espacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;en uno de ellos, sobraba el cariño, y la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;en el otro, abundaba la indiferencia, y la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...dos caras de una misma moneda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;una que miraba, con ojos tiernos, y soñaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;otra que hablaba, con dureza, y lastimaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...dos monumentos, casi identicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;una en la que habitaba el futuro, tan querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;otra en la que merodeaba el olvido, aun no decidido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dos lugares...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que jamas estaran separados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y solo una de ellas y nunca las dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;demostrara lo que es y lo que hace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-3344958235988035835?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/3344958235988035835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=3344958235988035835' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/3344958235988035835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/3344958235988035835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2009/01/light-and-darkness-y-conoci.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/SV2x8-5gwyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ofPITJHs8RA/s72-c/217676_264666912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-1218626607667339747</id><published>2008-04-02T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:26:28.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amiga mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sus labios sobre los míos una y otra vez provocaron un cambio en mi forma de verla. Hasta ayer no era más que una amiga y hoy la veo con ojos de cariño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ella? Qué decir de ella? Su sonrisa es un encanto, su mirada me tiene hechizado y su carita es la primera plana de mi mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Su forma de besar alteró todos mis sentidos y el recuerdo de esa noche perdura en mi mente como la especie humana perdura en el tiempo. Protagoniza todos y cada uno de mis sueños y es la causa de la primera desilusión al despertar, sabiendo que no está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Aunque una parte de mi intente, en vano, censurarme, no puedo evitar pensar en ella a cada segundo. No se si es lo correcto, pero daría todo por saber que también piensa en mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; La pregunta es: Existe la amistad entre el hombre y la mujer? Yo siento que si, creo que si y quiero que si. Posiblemente ciertas cosas lleven la amistad a otra etapa, a abrir nuevos portales de un mundo por explorar, pero… no basta con la disposición de uno solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-1218626607667339747?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/1218626607667339747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=1218626607667339747' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/1218626607667339747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/1218626607667339747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2008/04/sus-labios-sobre-los-mos-una-y-otra-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-4305287677100874634</id><published>2008-04-02T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:22:36.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palabras para nuestro encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;sh! sh! no digas nada, dejame que te llene los oídos con necias palabras cursis que el viento ha de llevarse, pero te aseguro que ni el mas fuerte de los huracanes podrá arrancar de tu corazón el efecto que ellas causen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Si.. se que algo querés decirme, pero no lo hagas, dejame ser yo quien estupidamente adorne el momento en el que la única estrella sos vos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ahora puedo tocarte sin que te deshagas en mis manos como en sueños, ahora puedo ver en tus ojos en reflejo de los míos y no el brillo rojizo tan particular de las fotos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hagamos que la espera valga la pena, yo siempre supe que lo nuestro era más que una ilusión.. Lo sabes no? Si... sé que lo sabes, no me respondas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;No necesito tus palabras, tan solo sentir tu dulce respiración tan cerca mío me llena, me dice tantas cosas. Veo palabras donde no las hay, escucho tu corazón latir, lo siento cabalgar junto al mío y se dicen demasiadas palabras. No me interesa lo que hablen, sólo se que hablan de amor, de nuestro amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-4305287677100874634?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4305287677100874634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=4305287677100874634' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/4305287677100874634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/4305287677100874634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2008/04/palabras-para-nuestro-encuentro.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-4895586277538438882</id><published>2007-11-27T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:26:50.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chronicles of an almost dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R0yU84nOp9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dpD-H9swlHA/s1600-h/i"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137645048632879058" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R0yU84nOp9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dpD-H9swlHA/s320/i%27m+fine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m used to hurt myself when things are not all right. I don’t know why but it helps me to foc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;us my suffering instead of the cruel reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first time I did it, it was so frightening, my palms were sweaty, my knees were weak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y whole body was trembling but I just didn’t think it, the wound was done, and it was deeper than I expected. However, it was really pleasant, for a few seconds I forgot every trouble I had. I started to do it more and more often and then it became an habit.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds, it’s like adrenaline, the pain is like a sudden rush for me. I have myself no mercy, then the habit became an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; addiction for me, but the pleasure was the most beautiful I ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;Many people have told me not to do it, but if I bleed, I’ll bleed, knowing nobody will care. I’ll always be in doubt if I’m so alone as it seems or if I’m living in the shadows of all that I’ve created. Knives, scissors are my only company, I cannot trust anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Scars are visible all around my lifeless body and I love each one every day more, cutting myself in such a bloody way is like art for me, knives are the artists, and my body is the painting.&lt;br /&gt;In my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t, ‘till I grew up, now I blow up. I just lock myself in a room with the music turned up so loud that no one can hears me screaming… Then I’m free…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…Does it worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agradecimientos Especiales: Gabriela Molina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-4895586277538438882?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/4895586277538438882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=4895586277538438882' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/4895586277538438882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/4895586277538438882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2007/11/chronicles-of-almost-dead-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R0yU84nOp9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/dpD-H9swlHA/s72-c/i%27m+fine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-2485127166757423591</id><published>2007-10-09T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:27:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, I want to play a Game…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes it’s nice to be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It may be hard, but I know it’s peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s better being alone instead of harming the people you really love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Occasionally I become the main source of the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Could it be the same story than murderers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are isolated until they turn into harmless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can I be harmless? Would scars be ever gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only a few seconds have passed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t stand being alone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The reality is that I don’t want to see the reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel broken inside but I won’t admit it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide cause it’s you I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How much expensive is happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where could it be found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why when something similar to happiness is reached,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something grey takes its toll on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does it worth to be like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You didn’t have to scold me for harming you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just wanna say I’m sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I barely hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you may not realize how deep what I feel for you is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe that’s the main reason…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once upon a time I said “Game Over” and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s time to play a new game, the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of peace, love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also said that it was only dreaming about the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This time has come…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That future is now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But this time there must not be an only winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But both of us. Time is running…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope not to ruin everything once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would design the best strategy ever created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me be your strategic prince. Let me be in the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me seize everything I ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ll be all you need and more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Allow me to amaze you every day a little more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You just have to close your eyes and be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let’s let our bodies consummate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The game has started…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-2485127166757423591?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/2485127166757423591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=2485127166757423591' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/2485127166757423591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/2485127166757423591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-i-want-to-play-game-sometimes-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-6399374093727703102</id><published>2007-08-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:25:59.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't wanna be without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asociacioncaliope.org/imagenes/InspiracionMarchita.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 208px; height: 368px;" alt="" src="http://www.asociacioncaliope.org/imagenes/InspiracionMarchita.gif" border="0" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothingne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; around, I feel completely empty, without you nothing make any sense. Birds don't sing any more, flowers don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blossom, the sun doesn't rise, spring isn't spring if you are not by my side. It's so hard to say goodbay when I know I'm gonna miss you, it's so hard to say it, wondering if I'll ever see you again. I just take shelter in my only reliable company, those stars that listen to you, that hear you when you cry. I stare at them just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with one ilusion. Some day, at some time, both of us will be looking at the same star, and we'll feel as if we were seeing each other. I trust them, I know they'll tell you how much I miss you, they'll take care of you, they'll keep my presence alive on you. It hurts so badly when you are not here, your absence is so painfull, time seems to be freezed. I can't stand this situation any longer, I spend my days thinking in our imaginary meeting. But I continue fighting cause I believe in you, it is you who makes me strong enough to keep on dreaming, you are the one that every night whispers that love me, you are able to take a smile out of me altough the distances.. distances that will desapear one day. That day, as many others we'll be happy together, we'll enjoy ourselves, we'll forget our sorrows just to be free and we won't care about anything else than you and me. But then, on the next day, also as many others I'll wake up knowing that distances have grown once again. Then this cycle is to be repeated one and another time. Some day, this nightmare will reach the end, to became our dream but not without any other purpose that being a nightmare again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-6399374093727703102?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6399374093727703102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=6399374093727703102' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/6399374093727703102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/6399374093727703102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-wanna-be-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-7094467963263130103</id><published>2007-05-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:27:45.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life make me every day a little stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/Rj_ExLwMedI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oIpRk849XqY/s1600-h/1151903649_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061980855435295186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/Rj_ExLwMedI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oIpRk849XqY/s320/1151903649_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grey clouds inside me, all arround. It’s just an ilusion in all this confusion, I know I’ve got the power to change it all, but i don’t know how to use it, I have to be trained, till the end of this dream… I don’t wanna close my eyes, I just wanna keep on fighting for the things I really want, the problem is which are those things. I’m not going to give up, I’ll not quit this dream, I’m gonna make it true, no more lies, no more ghosts, the ghost of the ilusion is going to die inside me, no more chains, no more suffering, no more dreaming, just act under one phrase “Nothing is imposible”, Never lose your expectations, make every day a little more interesting than the last one. I have to find the light in the end of this tunel, I know i have the answers, i just have to decode them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-7094467963263130103?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/7094467963263130103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=7094467963263130103' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/7094467963263130103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/7094467963263130103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-make-me-every-day-little-stronger.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/Rj_ExLwMedI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oIpRk849XqY/s72-c/1151903649_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-5109072421935594510</id><published>2007-05-01T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:06:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/RjeZ1LwMecI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I7kQZk9i5AA/s1600-h/game+over.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059681845341092290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 333px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/RjeZ1LwMecI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I7kQZk9i5AA/s400/game+over.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The game is over, I must admit I lost, but i’m not going to be your puppet anymore. Suffering’s not over, but I’m gonna find the way to fall apart of it. I know it would be hard, but I’m sure i’m gonna make it. Now you can continue playing your game, but not with me, not anymore. It’s true that you won the game, but have you already thought about who’s actually winning ? Have you though about looking for someone like me ? If so.. You should stop searching... you’re not gonna find someone who loves you the way I do! Never ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let’s put the situation in the scale, I lost the game, but because I abandone it. But what about you little shy girl, you lost me, and now that I’m not there for you, you’re gonna see the reality, your reality, how miserable someone feels when is alone, how sadness could take you to want to take your life out... How miserable would you feel when you realize that I’m not there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just think about it, the game could have been played in a different way, but you chose that one so now, you’re gonna suffer the consequences. Maybe there’s not any way back, maybe these wounds don’t pretend to be healed by you. Maybe I can find someone who really loves me, and that our game, has not an only winer, but both of us. The game of happiness, love, peace, it would be really amazing, but just by now... it’s only dreaming about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[M]aNu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-5109072421935594510?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/5109072421935594510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=5109072421935594510' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/5109072421935594510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/5109072421935594510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-over.html' title='Game Over...'/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/RjeZ1LwMecI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I7kQZk9i5AA/s72-c/game+over.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050269888891792151.post-6567631257238252705</id><published>2007-05-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:26:25.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soy Manu y la dirección de este blog no se asocia con nada raro, ni mucho menos, simplemente una adoración a Emiliano, quien más adelante irán sabiendo de que se trata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero aprovechar este espacio para publicar ciertas cosas que he escrito alguna vez... para que todas aquellas personas que tengan acceso puedan leerlas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto empezaré a subir algunos de mis textos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6050269888891792151-6567631257238252705?l=iloveemiliano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/feeds/6567631257238252705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6050269888891792151&amp;postID=6567631257238252705' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/6567631257238252705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050269888891792151/posts/default/6567631257238252705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iloveemiliano.blogspot.com/2007/05/soy-manu-y-la-direccin-de-este-blog-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Manu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04951413337354032508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TlkJ5XDOYME/R_Rfof2owvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iWIzy1kpJA8/S220/Curriculum.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
