<?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-21981115</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:14:50.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:: laberinto</title><subtitle type='html'>¦¦ every passing second is another chance to turn it all around...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>° samara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03707795185515817579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/78/9708/320/green%20%26%20orange.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981115.post-114537185648347338</id><published>2006-04-18T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:50:56.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2411/2230/1600/martino%20&amp;%20me.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2411/2230/320/martino%20%26%20me.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever felt the energy behind a kiss? Close your eyes and don't try to concentrate in feeling, just feel. It is a sensation of intense peace, but at the same time complete euphoria and connection to each other. Is in that moment, just then, when i'm completely sure that i love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981115-114537185648347338?l=samararreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/feeds/114537185648347338/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981115&amp;postID=114537185648347338' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/114537185648347338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/114537185648347338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-you-ever-felt-energy-behind-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>° samara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03707795185515817579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/78/9708/320/green%20%26%20orange.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981115.post-114085448949592022</id><published>2006-02-25T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:01:29.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pull me out from inside. I am ready. I am fine.     Hoy fué un buen día.  Es increíble cómo definitivamente cada segundo que pasa es otra oportunidad para cambiarlo todo, o mantenerlo igual.   En este caso todo cambia, poco a poco, segundo tras segundo siguen sucediendo cosas nuevas, inexplicables, accidentales y deliciosas.   Las señales están ahí, indudablemente siempre, pero está en tí el ser capaz de pararte un momento a verlas, sentarte a digerirlas y correr hacia ellas.   Yo no corro ahora, estoy caminando hacia algo, estoy segura, algo grande; lo hermoso de todo esto es que ya no camino sola.  I am ready. I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981115-114085448949592022?l=samararreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/feeds/114085448949592022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981115&amp;postID=114085448949592022' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/114085448949592022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/114085448949592022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/2006/02/pull-me-out-from-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>° samara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03707795185515817579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/78/9708/320/green%20%26%20orange.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981115.post-113951515806692944</id><published>2006-02-09T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:52:52.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"No se recuerdan nunca las palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;cuya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;suma nos convence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;una por una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;no las hubiéramos creído &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;jamás". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Angeles Mastretta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi reciente certidumbre y convencimiento  por el presente y mi incierto futuro debo confesar que no se debe enteramente a mi capacidad mental y espiritual, sino a agentes externos que han venido apareciendo sin ser propiamente anunciados, pero que sin querer aportan un gramo de cordura a mi siempre existente crisis existencial. Dichos agentes vienen en variadas presentaciones y casi siempre acompañados de café, cigarros y alguno que otro fuerte abrazo, lo que le da cierta ricura a la terapeada. Algunos son administrados diariamente en dosis pequeñas (los que me imagino deben estar hartos de estar en mi sistema, por lo menos de vez en cuando), y otros más me proveen de una fuerte inyección directa al torrente sanguíneo cuyo efecto viaja entre mi corazón y mi cabeza por un periodo más prolongado hasta que mi locura nuevamente sale a flote y vuelve el caos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;     No hay prisa, dice Diego y yo me adhiero a su posición. Hay luz, hay pasión y desenfreno, paz y caos, densidad y transparencia. Hay ilusión, y por lo pronto, es suficiente.&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/21981115-113951515806692944?l=samararreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/feeds/113951515806692944/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981115&amp;postID=113951515806692944' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/113951515806692944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/113951515806692944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-se-recuerdan-nunca-las-palabrascuya.html' title=''/><author><name>° samara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03707795185515817579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/78/9708/320/green%20%26%20orange.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21981115.post-113911982996818389</id><published>2006-02-04T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:27:02.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2411/2230/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2411/2230/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am new at this, so bare with me u guys... No era broma lo de la terapia, he estado pensándolo muy seriamente, pero entonces alguien me dijo que escribir era buena opción, entonces habrá que intentarlo... and this way i can have tons and tons of free advice, right? Mmmm, ahora me acordé... mil mil gracias a toda la gente q fué a la clausura de Exquizito... meant a lot to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21981115-113911982996818389?l=samararreola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/feeds/113911982996818389/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21981115&amp;postID=113911982996818389' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/113911982996818389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21981115/posts/default/113911982996818389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samararreola.blogspot.com/2006/02/am-new-at-this-so-bare-with-me-u-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>° samara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03707795185515817579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/78/9708/320/green%20%26%20orange.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
