<?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-2146059494189334863</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:03:32.759-07:00</updated><category term='pensamientos'/><category term='algo'/><category term='De mi para vos.'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='lluvia'/><category term='Flickr'/><title type='text'>Dias.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-7622076087589573043</id><published>2011-03-17T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:43:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que te dice una chica sin palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cx9brkrgzaw/TYLU4EvbH5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/QmORnbzsubc/s1600/SDC13019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cx9brkrgzaw/TYLU4EvbH5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/QmORnbzsubc/s320/SDC13019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc99; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cuando una chica está callada, millones de cosas dan vueltas por su cabeza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cuando una chica no está discutiendo, está pensando detenidamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cuando una chica te mira con ojos llenos de preguntas, se está preguntando por cuanto tiempo estarás cerca.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando una chica te responde “estoy bien” tras unos pocos segundos, no está para nada bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando una chica te mira fijamente, esta deseando que seas suyo para          siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando una chica quiere verte todos los días, quiere que la mimes.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando una chica dice “te quiero”, eso es exactamente lo          que quiere decir.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando una chica te dice “te echo de menos”, nadie en este mundo puede añorarte más que ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autor desconocido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Puerto Rico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-7622076087589573043?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7622076087589573043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=7622076087589573043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7622076087589573043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7622076087589573043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2011/03/lo-que-te-dice-una-chica-sin-palabras.html' title='Lo que te dice una chica sin palabras'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Cx9brkrgzaw/TYLU4EvbH5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/QmORnbzsubc/s72-c/SDC13019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-217272096778315557</id><published>2011-03-17T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:28:36.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algo'/><title type='text'>Colbie Caillat - You got me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PLFbvaN310c?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend&lt;span style="color: #ffff33; font-weight: bold;"&gt; though I try to hide - I like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I felt my heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe - you got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way you take my hand is just so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It feels so good&lt;/span&gt; it must be love&lt;br /&gt;It's everything that I've been dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what it'd be like&lt;br /&gt;Livin everyday in this life - without you.&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;br /&gt;One look from you I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This mess we're in you know is just so out of hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good it must be love&lt;br /&gt;It's everything that I've been dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good it must be love&lt;br /&gt;It's everything that I've been dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I give in. I let go. Let's begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause no matter what I do,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Oh (oh) my heart is filled with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-217272096778315557?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/217272096778315557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=217272096778315557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/217272096778315557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/217272096778315557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2011/03/colbie-caillat-you-got-me.html' title='Colbie Caillat - You got me'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PLFbvaN310c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-7916216570234461695</id><published>2011-03-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:17:12.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OYKsuezccuo/TX2ktQkEYQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OaJ2tLwyaFs/s1600/IMG_4442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OYKsuezccuo/TX2ktQkEYQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OaJ2tLwyaFs/s320/IMG_4442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-7916216570234461695?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7916216570234461695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=7916216570234461695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7916216570234461695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7916216570234461695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2011/03/brasil.html' title='Brasil'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OYKsuezccuo/TX2ktQkEYQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OaJ2tLwyaFs/s72-c/IMG_4442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-9138993161202736948</id><published>2011-03-13T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:49:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>Ella necesitaba llorar. Mucho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-9138993161202736948?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/9138993161202736948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=9138993161202736948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/9138993161202736948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/9138993161202736948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2011/03/ella-necesitaba-llorar.html' title='2'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-2389888418056119282</id><published>2011-03-13T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:59:32.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>No sabia lo que hacía, ni que quería, ni hacia donde iba a llegar. Tiene miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-2389888418056119282?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2389888418056119282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=2389888418056119282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/2389888418056119282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/2389888418056119282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2011/03/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-3831817871547958962</id><published>2011-03-08T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:03:45.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Y si vos me preguntas hoy que carajo es el amor&lt;br /&gt;yo te contesto: miralos a ellos dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-3831817871547958962?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3831817871547958962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=3831817871547958962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/3831817871547958962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/3831817871547958962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2011/03/y-si-vos-me-preguntas-hoy-que-carajo-es.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-5044537809598185249</id><published>2010-10-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:32:30.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamientos'/><title type='text'>música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3X6MqDQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/HFrNxpgFFuI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3X6MqDQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/HFrNxpgFFuI/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/s/Comptine+d+un+autre+t+L+apr+s+midi/2Apt7w"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hDMyR_PI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AXNQBYXdMu4/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hDMyR_PI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AXNQBYXdMu4/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es imposible escaparse, no hay salida. Es un laberinto que no te da chances, te llega, te alcanza, te envuelve y no te deja salir. No juegues con ella, porque te puede enamorar, te puede enroscar, dejarte sin habla en solo un segundo. No la provoques, no la tientes, no insistas, porque si quiere puede sacar sangre de los más recónditos lugares. Tiene una habilidad innata para escarvar, hurgar, atravezar pantanos y montañas de arena que vos jamás podrías ni atreverte a pisar. Puede encontrar los tesoros mas preciados, de esos que creiste no volver a ver nunca mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede sacarte una sonrisa en una milésima de segundo, puede hacerte llorar a la par. Puede voltearte, mimarte y hasta pegarte. Puede hacerte gritar. Tan hermosa y cautivadora es, que con sólo pensarla se entrega sin más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes oírla en los sueños, podes hacerla brillar, podes verla en la gente, podes hacer tu mundo vibrar. Y no necesita boca ni ojos, para darse cuenta de lo que es capaz de lograr. Porque está en todos nosotros y nosotros sin ella no somos. Y yo sin ella no vivo y yo por ella respiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me saca la euforia, me da adrenalina, recorre mis venas como si fuera ella mi dueña. Pero aunque vive noches en vela descansa en paz. Porque duerme cuando vivimos, y muere cuando morimos. Porque es nuestra y nosotros la podemos crear. Porque culmina pero vive en nuestra memoria, porque nunca la vamos a olvidar, porque cualquier recuerdo la trae a mi cerebro y hasta esa foto vieja me hace escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsable de mis ganas de existir.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hDMyR_PI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AXNQBYXdMu4/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hE916C4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/LyANpdWpSSc/s1600/20091026_00001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hE916C4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/LyANpdWpSSc/s320/20091026_00001.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hF3EWlRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JyKcxKZ8BFw/s1600/arcocatedrales_peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hF3EWlRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/JyKcxKZ8BFw/s320/arcocatedrales_peq.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hIEAzmVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7KCRyibExjs/s1600/palau+de+musica+catalana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hIEAzmVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7KCRyibExjs/s320/palau+de+musica+catalana.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hJg_yv3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/HMJCib27ths/s1600/pianista-playa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3hJg_yv3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/HMJCib27ths/s320/pianista-playa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-5044537809598185249?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5044537809598185249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=5044537809598185249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/5044537809598185249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/5044537809598185249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2010/10/musica.html' title='música'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/TL3X6MqDQ2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/HFrNxpgFFuI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-5513827532043784485</id><published>2010-10-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:15:05.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamientos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenemos tantas cosas en la palma de la mano y el solo hecho de cerrar el puño para retenerlas nos cuesta tanto...&lt;br /&gt;O por otro lado, que dificil es largar lo que no nos sienta bien. Que difícil aceptar la realidad, que dificil es liberarse de las excusas y ver las cosas claritas, claritas como el agua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-5513827532043784485?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/5513827532043784485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=5513827532043784485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/5513827532043784485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/5513827532043784485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2010/10/tenemos-tantas-cosas-en-la-palma-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-73786083524103801</id><published>2010-08-17T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:01:49.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca dejo de pensar en que tendría que hacer una lista de tareas. Hay tantas cosas que tengo ganas de hacer y las paso por alto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-73786083524103801?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/73786083524103801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=73786083524103801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/73786083524103801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/73786083524103801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2010/08/nunca-dejo-de-pensar-en-que-tendria-que.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-3187641509682916944</id><published>2010-02-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T15:31:12.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lluvia'/><title type='text'>heaven cries</title><content type='html'>Ojalá en Argentina todos fueran limpios, y en los días de lluvia cuando se inunda todo, pudiera salir a nadar por las calles de la ciudad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre termino hablando de la lluviaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-3187641509682916944?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3187641509682916944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=3187641509682916944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/3187641509682916944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/3187641509682916944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2010/02/heaven-cries.html' title='heaven cries'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-2010265335000586717</id><published>2010-02-08T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:21:00.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajo la lluvia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S3DYqhTXIdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/721j3iRQT2c/s1600-h/Un20dia20de20lluvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S3DYqhTXIdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/721j3iRQT2c/s400/Un20dia20de20lluvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436082975241871826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me acordé del viernes... Fui a trabajar y me quedé hasta la tarde porque no tenía que hacer un carajo de mi vida, salí a las 6 de la tarde y la verdad: fue la mejor tarde a solas desde que tengo memoria (suelo perderla siempre u.u).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Había llevado paraguas, menos mal porque no se que hubiera sido de mi sin él jaja. Caminé 5 cuadras o 6, no me acuerdo cuantas son hasta llegar a la parada del colectivo, y juro que fui feliz. Se... es muy estúpido, pero hasta ese día no me había dado cuenta lo mucho que me gusta caminar en los dias de tormenta.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me empapé los pies, porque tenía puestas sandalias; el jeans también (goteaba el paraguas) y me reí muchisimo. Sola, sí, sola, pero la verdad es que no había un alma en la calle, y la poca gente que andaba por ahí estaba refugiada abajo de algún techito. Cosa imposible de encontrar en esas calles porque hay cada casa hermosa (y obvio que tienen rejas y el balcón da al jardin). Ah, además tenía el mp4. Que más podía pedir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy loca. Mañana me voy a la pileeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-2010265335000586717?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/2010265335000586717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=2010265335000586717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/2010265335000586717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/2010265335000586717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2010/02/bajo-la-lluvia.html' title='Bajo la lluvia.'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S3DYqhTXIdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/721j3iRQT2c/s72-c/Un20dia20de20lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-8800682797216486552</id><published>2008-10-14T10:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:23:43.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flickr'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://www.gmodules.com/ig/ifr?url=http://www.labpixies.com/campaigns/flickr/flickr.xml&amp;amp;up_mode=random&amp;amp;up_tags_value1=&amp;amp;up_username_value=&amp;amp;up_refresh=30&amp;amp;synd=open&amp;amp;w=320&amp;amp;h=346&amp;amp;title=FLICKR&amp;amp;border=%23ffffff%7C0px%2C1px+solid+%23ff9977%7C0px%2C1px+solid+%23ffddcc%7C0px%2C1px+solid+%23ff9977%7C0px%2C1px+solid+%23ffddcc%7C0px%2C1px+solid+%23ff9977&amp;amp;output=js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-8800682797216486552?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/8800682797216486552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=8800682797216486552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/8800682797216486552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/8800682797216486552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_9318.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-4886967797253138908</id><published>2008-07-24T19:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:23:43.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SIqIT7LRdEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7ncTAKtr54o/s1600-h/1177958091_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227140193400747074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SIqIT7LRdEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7ncTAKtr54o/s400/1177958091_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;MIGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no te imaginas cuanto te &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;xtr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aaaaa&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ño&lt;/span&gt; ! El sabado te veo y nos contamos la vida, y nos reimos y miramos una peli y te voy a dar la carta que te hice (?) yy nos dormimos jaja, como siempre. Bueno no, porque es el cumple de sandrrrrrrraaa. Dejamos lo de mirar una peli para otro día !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira que lindo teníamos el pelito jajaj. Que bueno que seas mi amiga florenciaaa. A veces no se que haría sin vos. Porque estas lejos pero sos indispensable... sabías put#? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SIqIUNoUP5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9a5WFvDmQ6k/s1600-h/1177786641_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227140198354403218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SIqIUNoUP5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9a5WFvDmQ6k/s400/1177786641_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaajaajjaaj me rio para no llorar porque perdí las fotos de la otra vez y ya te lo dije! Como amamos esta foto. Por Dios. Es vieja pero no me cansó todavía jaja. Basta, te veo en horas amiga. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hasta el&lt;/span&gt; planeta de las a&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; de la panza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&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/2146059494189334863-4886967797253138908?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4886967797253138908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=4886967797253138908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/4886967797253138908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/4886967797253138908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/07/miga-no-te-imaginas-cuanto-te-e-xtr_9424.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SIqIT7LRdEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7ncTAKtr54o/s72-c/1177958091_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-1244315573688378584</id><published>2008-06-02T18:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:12.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De mi para vos.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ganas de decir tantas cosas... &lt;br /&gt; Un día un amigo me dijo que sólo escribía palabras de amor. Bueno, hoy le hago caso una vez más, y me lanzo a mar abierto. &lt;br /&gt; Acabo de encontrar la forma de decir lo que está pasando. El otoño le regala sus hojas al invierno, ¿pero el invierno que le da al otoño?. Alguien que me sepa explicar eso, no puedo entender como hay personas que dan todo (incondicionalmente) y estan las otras que simplemente no lo ven, o no lo &lt;strong&gt;quieren&lt;/strong&gt; ver, o no lo &lt;strong&gt;pueden&lt;/strong&gt; ver. &lt;br /&gt; Vos buscabas un lugar, yo te lo dí. Ahora... pienso que a veces la gente deja cosas pasar, y vive dando &lt;em&gt;círculos&lt;/em&gt;. Eso pasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-1244315573688378584?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/1244315573688378584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=1244315573688378584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/1244315573688378584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/1244315573688378584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/06/ganas-de-decir-tantas-cosas_2585.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-3083984392991609189</id><published>2008-04-28T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:12.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SEShia4JnkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ic4shO6DfMc/s1600-h/2446301067_2b58e268c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207464681849593410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SEShia4JnkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ic4shO6DfMc/s320/2446301067_2b58e268c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Este es el camino donde todos buscan algo, yo soy mi destino porque creo en lo que hago. La vida modelo es un gran supermercado, vos podés &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;libre&lt;/span&gt;, vos podés ser &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dominado&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Juana la Loca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-3083984392991609189?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/3083984392991609189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=3083984392991609189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/3083984392991609189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/3083984392991609189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/este-es-el-camino-donde-todos-buscan_8819.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SEShia4JnkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ic4shO6DfMc/s72-c/2446301067_2b58e268c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-7144931595876207063</id><published>2008-04-25T11:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:12.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"En lo mas crudo del invierno aprendí que había en mi,&lt;br /&gt;un invencible verano" Albert Camus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-7144931595876207063?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7144931595876207063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=7144931595876207063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7144931595876207063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7144931595876207063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/en-lo-mas-crudo-del-invierno-aprendi_5322.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-7147616342000197083</id><published>2008-04-23T10:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:12.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tbSv6b1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Xsm8VyBuHdY/s1600-h/facu+%2B+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tbSv6b1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Xsm8VyBuHdY/s320/facu+%2B+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192489211038166866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi ahijado es el bebé más lindo del mundo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tbyv6b2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/CYPRSrL6sDQ/s1600-h/facu+%2B+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tbyv6b2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/CYPRSrL6sDQ/s320/facu+%2B+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192489219628101474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE AMO FACUNDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tcCv6b3I/AAAAAAAAACY/Nn1Xg21ZMSQ/s1600-h/facu+%2B+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tcCv6b3I/AAAAAAAAACY/Nn1Xg21ZMSQ/s320/facu+%2B+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192489223923068786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu madrina, Florencia. Ai que dulce que soy. jaja. Cuando aprendas a leer te voy a mostrar esto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-7147616342000197083?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/7147616342000197083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=7147616342000197083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7147616342000197083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/7147616342000197083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/mi-ahijado-es-el-bebe-mas-lindo-del_8525.html' title=''/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SA9tbSv6b1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Xsm8VyBuHdY/s72-c/facu+%2B+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2146059494189334863.post-4877092772419452393</id><published>2008-04-16T11:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:25:12.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que lujo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SAo0Wz7xNiI/AAAAAAAAACA/oo1p_U94SPI/s1600-h/1055564959_ec38fee15d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SAo0Wz7xNiI/AAAAAAAAACA/oo1p_U94SPI/s320/1055564959_ec38fee15d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191019087000581666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quedate ahí, en medio de las risas, y dejame perder el equilibrio jugando a hacerte sonreír.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2146059494189334863-4877092772419452393?l=florchiflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/feeds/4877092772419452393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2146059494189334863&amp;postID=4877092772419452393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/4877092772419452393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2146059494189334863/posts/default/4877092772419452393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://florchiflor.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-lujo_3062.html' title='Que lujo'/><author><name>florchu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02866768184058502320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/S38ecjjtFPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yVB0peeh_XI/S220/florsaltando.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlsSetvbwkk/SAo0Wz7xNiI/AAAAAAAAACA/oo1p_U94SPI/s72-c/1055564959_ec38fee15d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
