<?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-2732614326168649117</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:44:27.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zsarita luna wright - - pure blood - - pure sly xD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-4563655481076965392</id><published>2009-03-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:53:04.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animo variable?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Mmmm no lo se, hoy andaba desparchada en FB y me puse a hacer un Test de personalidad, y me salio que tengo animo variable.... jajajajajaj&lt;br /&gt;la verdad creo que en parte es cierto, pero, por otro lado, supongo que son las diferentes formas que tengo de ¿ver la vida? si, a veces creo que las cosas son buenas o malas por aquello del ¿karma?, y a veces creo que sencillamente son; ni buenas ni malas, solo son; y como todo lo que es, trae algo bueno y algo malo como parte del ¿paquete?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la verdad estoy mejor, parece que empece a utilizar -modestia aparte- mi bonita cabecita con mucho ¿cerebro? ¿astucia? ¿logica? no se, el punto es que encontre la forma de comenzar el principio del escape de mi actual ¿vida?... o tal vez es el producto de hablar un buen rato con verdaderos ¿amigos?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, les dejo un ¿poema? que escribi antes de anoche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Deja que el instinto traspase mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;que las fuerzas de los salvaje desvanezcan&lt;br /&gt;los palidos muros que la encierran,&lt;br /&gt;porque el otromundo llega,&lt;br /&gt;porque las paredes hablan,&lt;br /&gt;me hablan a mi...&lt;br /&gt;porque la luna me mata,&lt;br /&gt;se rie y me ¿mata?&lt;br /&gt;ya no le teme a mi fantasma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que el instinto traspase mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;deja que mi mundo trascienda del mundo cruel,&lt;br /&gt;porque yo no muero, no&lt;br /&gt;porque dios no vino,&lt;br /&gt;porque ya no ¿vivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que el instinto traspase mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;y la fuerza, la ¿rabia? y el odio,&lt;br /&gt;por fin me dejen ser,&lt;br /&gt;por fin me dejen romper&lt;br /&gt;las cadenas del miedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miedo...&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes, como es?, ¿el miedo?&lt;br /&gt;es, solo, triste, y, ¿solo?&lt;br /&gt;encerrado en el alma de los ¿locos?&lt;br /&gt;encerrado, o, disfrutando?&lt;br /&gt;el miedo,&lt;br /&gt;que ronda entre dos mundos,&lt;br /&gt;y me hace temblar,&lt;br /&gt;y llorar,&lt;br /&gt;y gritar,&lt;br /&gt;y, ¿suplicar?, ¿yo?, ¿suplicar?&lt;br /&gt;si, suplicar al silencio&lt;br /&gt;que nunca escucha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sara C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Special thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Leonardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-4563655481076965392?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4563655481076965392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=4563655481076965392' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/4563655481076965392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/4563655481076965392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2009/03/animo-variable.html' title='Animo variable?!?!?'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-5585547326423511705</id><published>2009-03-21T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:33:45.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi... today I re-realized that I'm just fading away (that's kind o' anti-kurt isn't it?) I guess I'm just to fuckin' tired of people pushing me around for some stupid things, so, I'm wondering if, at this right moment, I'm a kid or I'm an adult??? I mean, by this time, I should take care of my self, in fact, I'm doing it, so it's stupid to get so pissed 'bout other's saying to "make me feel better", when it's all about hurting me and taking me to the edge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just remember one of those songs you used to liste at 10, but at his moment is kind o' true... =S (is it normal?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Before your life is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to die for a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to get off of the wrong people?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to get off of all people? even when you love some of those?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to be on the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Is it right to prefer silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't really know that at this point...&lt;br /&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/2732614326168649117-5585547326423511705?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5585547326423511705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=5585547326423511705' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/5585547326423511705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/5585547326423511705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2009/03/fading-away.html' title='Fading away'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-4618221407583606704</id><published>2009-03-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:11:43.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hola!! hace eones no venia por aca xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Estos ultimos meses ha sido muuuy agitados para mi, de hecho casi que no he tenido tiempo para dormir =(... pero bueno, aqui estoy, mas loca, mas crecida y mas cruel, algo asi como un sara reloaded jajajajajaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoy estoy histerica!!! la verdad es que ya me estoy cansando de que la gente que nunca ha tocado nigun pito en mi vida, que nunca ha hecho nada por hacerme una mejor -bueno, en mi caso peor- persona ahora venga a arruinar las pocas cosas que medio marchan en mi vida... Mi vida esta jodida carino, si, pero eso no te da el derecho de venirme a joder mas aun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tambien es verdad que ultimamente he empezado a pensar un poco diferente (sera que estoy madurando?!?!? jajajaj) y he llegado, de nuevo, al bello y siempre perfecto  K A R M A, aunque en una version 2.0 (creo que este podria ser un postulado de la escuela lactica xD): este tipo de cosas no las hago para pagar algo que haya hecho, la verdad lo dudo, sino que sencillamente, soy el insumo que utiliza el universo para cobrar las deudas de otros... pero bueno, se que no todo en la vida puede ser ni muy bueno ni muy malo... se perderia la diversion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finalmente, hoy taba escuchando una cancion que me hizo sentir mejor, incluso, ponerme de buen genio con todo el mundo importante: no tengo por que molestarme con las personas que de una u otra forma me han aportado algo, y mucho menos si la razon de mi rabia son todos aquellos que no valen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; It's your turn, to take a seat we're settling the final score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And why do we like to hurt, so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I can't decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; You have made it harder just to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; All the possibilities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Well I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I still try... holding onto silly things, I never learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Oh why?  All the possibilities.  I'm sure you've heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's what you get when you let your heart win.  Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Pain, make your way to me. (to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And I'll always be just so inviting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; If I ever start to think straight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; This heart will start a riot in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Let's start...  Start, hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Oh why do we like to hurt so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I can't trust myself with anything but this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PD: Prometo no volver a dejar botado mi blog xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-4618221407583606704?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4618221407583606704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=4618221407583606704' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/4618221407583606704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/4618221407583606704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-baaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaaaack!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-7050421336497799686</id><published>2008-09-19T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:34:53.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not now!!!</title><content type='html'>Come here, please hold my hand, Lord, now&lt;br /&gt;Help me, I'm scared please show me how&lt;br /&gt;To fight this, God has a master plan&lt;br /&gt;And I guess, I am in his demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me, this time I cannot run&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see, you when this is done&lt;br /&gt;And now I, have come to realize&lt;br /&gt;That you are, the one who's left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay untill I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, the light it feels good&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come, back soon just like you would&lt;br /&gt;It's use less, my name has made the list&lt;br /&gt;And I wish, I gave you one last kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay untill I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And take my one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget&lt;br /&gt;That I will be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay untill I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And take my one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget&lt;br /&gt;That I will be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay untill I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And take my one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget&lt;br /&gt;That I will be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;there´s nothing else to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-7050421336497799686?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7050421336497799686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=7050421336497799686' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7050421336497799686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7050421336497799686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-now.html' title='Not now!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-6840036842555088435</id><published>2008-09-11T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:46:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You get what you give!!</title><content type='html'>Pues sip, como dice la canción de New Radicals, cada vez confirmo más el karma...  no se, últimamente había llegado a pensar que a veces no se cumplía la norma de "you get what you give", pues a pesar de que seguía siendo tan mala persona como siempre, las cosas en mi vida profesional (suena raro...) estaban marchando muy bien... pero hace unos días, hablando con nata, me di cuenta de que realmente no es así, el karma si existe, y me las esta cobrando tan duro, que a veces creo que llega a un punto absurdo... puede que mi vida "exterior" esté marchando a las mil maravillas, pero la verdad es que no se... creo que la tristeza, la locura, la inestabilidad, e incluso el bloqueo (si lo se, mis bloqueos son un asco porque desestabilizan todo mi mundo) están volviendo, y a diferencia de otras veces, que caen como un balde de agua fría, rápido y "sin dolor", esta vez no es así, es más como cuando vas caminando por la calle y hace mucho mucho pero mucho frío, tanto que hay neblina y dejas un vaho de vapor cuando respiras, ese tipo de frío, que no te golpea y luego se te pasa; no, es ese frío que mientras sigas caminando por la calle, por más que hagas cosas para calentarte, se va metiendo poco a poco por el más mínimo orificio hasta lograr calarte los huesos y tiritar los dientes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Además, creo que ya me estoy cansando un poco, y de eso me di cuenta hoy en la tarde, cuando me puse a pensar que a medida que voy creciendo voy acortando mi tiempo de "no vale la pena vivir despues de los...", hace como 4 años, decía que debía morir a los 60; 1 año atrás decía que a los 55; hoy pienso que hasta los 48 es necesario.. la verdad es que puede que no sea algo trascendental, pero desafortunadamente, me afecta más que las cosas importante, los hechos que deberían marcar mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! y ademas de eso ando medio loca, y ahora ando con psicologa!!! que fastidioooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decir que me encuentro en un estado Wako debido al cansancio y al estrés, tons les pido el favor de que no me pregunten cosas serias si me veo con alguno de uds estos días...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, quiero poner esta canción que estos días me logró sacar una sonrisa y darme ánimos para seguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up kids &lt;br /&gt; We've got the dreamers disease &lt;br /&gt; Age fourteen &lt;br /&gt; They got you down on your knees &lt;br /&gt; So polite &lt;br /&gt; We're busy still saying please &lt;br /&gt; Frienemies &lt;br /&gt; Who when you're down ain't your friend &lt;br /&gt; Every night &lt;br /&gt; We smash their mercedes benz &lt;br /&gt; First we run &lt;br /&gt; And then we laugh 'till we cry &lt;br /&gt; But when the night is falling &lt;br /&gt; And you cannot find the light &lt;br /&gt; you feel your dreams are dying &lt;br /&gt; Hold tight &lt;br /&gt; You've got the music in you &lt;br /&gt; Don't let go &lt;br /&gt; You've got the music in you &lt;br /&gt; One dance left &lt;br /&gt; This world is gonna pull through &lt;br /&gt; Don't give up &lt;br /&gt; You've got a reason to live &lt;br /&gt; Can't forget we only get what we give &lt;br /&gt; [I'm comin' home baby] &lt;br /&gt; [You're tops, give it to me now] &lt;br /&gt; Four a.m. we ran a miracle mile &lt;br /&gt; We're flat broke &lt;br /&gt; But hey we do it in style &lt;br /&gt; The bad rich &lt;br /&gt; God's flying in for your trial &lt;br /&gt; But when the night is falling &lt;br /&gt; And you cannot find a friend &lt;br /&gt; You feel your tree is breaking &lt;br /&gt; Just bend &lt;br /&gt; You've got the music in you &lt;br /&gt; Don't let go &lt;br /&gt; You've got the music in you &lt;br /&gt; One dance left &lt;br /&gt; This world is gonna pull through &lt;br /&gt; Don't give up &lt;br /&gt; You've got a reason to live &lt;br /&gt; Can't forget &lt;br /&gt; We only get what we give &lt;br /&gt; This whole damn world can fall apart &lt;br /&gt; You'll be ok follow your heart &lt;br /&gt; You're in harms way I'm right behind &lt;br /&gt; Now say you're mine &lt;br /&gt; You've got the music in you &lt;br /&gt; Don't let go &lt;br /&gt; You've got the music in you &lt;br /&gt; One dance left &lt;br /&gt; This world is gonna pull through &lt;br /&gt; Don't give up &lt;br /&gt; You've got a reason to live &lt;br /&gt; Can't forget &lt;br /&gt; We only get what we give &lt;br /&gt; Don't let go &lt;br /&gt; I feel the music in you &lt;br /&gt; Fly high &lt;br /&gt; What's real can't die &lt;br /&gt; We only get what we give &lt;br /&gt; You're gonna get what you give &lt;br /&gt; Just dont be afraid to live &lt;br /&gt; Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying &lt;br /&gt; Fake computer crashes dining &lt;br /&gt; Cloning while they're multiplying &lt;br /&gt; Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson &lt;br /&gt; courtney love and marilyn manson &lt;br /&gt; You're all fakes &lt;br /&gt; Run to your mansions &lt;br /&gt; Come around &lt;br /&gt; We'll kick your ass in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-6840036842555088435?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6840036842555088435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=6840036842555088435' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/6840036842555088435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/6840036842555088435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-get-what-you-give.html' title='You get what you give!!'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-2682228536679482793</id><published>2008-08-18T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:32:18.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weno, mm no se, hace mucho que no actualizaba el blog... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm no se, estos días ando un poquito triste xk mi hermanita se fue a vivir a canadá, y ps no nos vemos hasta dentro de un año y medio como mínimo, pero pues no se, supongo que así como hay presonas que se van (porque quieren, y algunos porque les toca), también hay muchas más que se quedan, y son en esas personas en las que debes buscar de una u otra manera el apoyo que necesitas para seguir adelante a pesar de todo y de todos (del resto, I say). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, sólo me resta decir que, debido a varias cosas que me han sucedido estos días, he decidido entrar en una "reestructuración interna", por lo que me disculpo de manera general si de alguna u otra manera he sido más rabona de lo normal con alguien, o por el contrario, los he estado molestando un poquito... Gracias a mile por estar siempre ahí, y gracias a mi hermanita moni, porque se que cuento contigo =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-2682228536679482793?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2682228536679482793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=2682228536679482793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/2682228536679482793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/2682228536679482793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/08/weno-mm-no-se-hace-mucho-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-7285142758576564450</id><published>2008-07-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:51:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dejando de ser un témpano de hielo o_O</title><content type='html'>pos sip... yo, una persona muyy fría y algo cruel me estoy hablandando....&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente estoy pensando en milena casi un 80% del día, mal que bien ella es mi apoyo distante... me pongo trsite, estresada, brava, etc y pensar que pienso en ella me calma... supongo que me pasa lo mismo que al resto de las personas cuando piensan en sus mamas... =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ps naa... tratar de seguir adelante, como había dicho hace rato (tomando las palabras de Axl Rose...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I can see a love restrained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; But darlin' when I hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't you know I feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And we both know hearts can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; We've been through this auch a long long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Just tryin' to kill the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; But lovers always come and lovers always go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Walking away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; If we could take the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; to lay it on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I could rest my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Just knowin' that you were mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; All mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; So if you want to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; then darlin' don't refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Or I'll just end up walkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; In the cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Do you need some time...on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Do you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Everybody needs some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Wouldn't time be out to charm you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Sometimes I need some time...on my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Sometimes I need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Everybody needs some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; on their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't you know you need some time...all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And when your fears subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; And shadows still remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I know that you can love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; When there's no one left to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; So never mind the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; We still can find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Even cold November rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Everybody needs somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; You're not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-7285142758576564450?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7285142758576564450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=7285142758576564450' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7285142758576564450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7285142758576564450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/07/dejando-de-ser-un-tmpano-de-hielo-oo.html' title='dejando de ser un témpano de hielo o_O'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-3245968633972782578</id><published>2008-07-03T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T05:59:04.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi primer libro!!! o_O</title><content type='html'>por estos días ando muuuy contenta porque parece que va a se va a publicar mi primer libro!!! wEeEe... bueno, con el apoyo de alejandro (de zubiria... mi jefe... :P) y eso es genial!!! por fin alguien que confia en mis capacidades hasta ese nivel o_O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm... no se ando un poco cansada porque me tienen trabajando como esclava... tengo que escribir casi las 24 horas del día, pero pues se supone que voy a vivir de eso, y además, "¿qué tiene de malo sufrir si es para lograr algo que tu quieres?" (que horror!!! además estoy pensando como una adulta el 90% del tiempo, y eso me asusta un poco...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weno, a petición de mi mami, ya actualicé el blog... pero pues ya me tengo que poner a escribir de nuevo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD: tienen que comprar el libro cuando salga... juz juz... ademas sale con el logo del merani o_O!!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-3245968633972782578?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3245968633972782578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=3245968633972782578' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/3245968633972782578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/3245968633972782578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/07/mi-primer-libro-oo.html' title='mi primer libro!!! o_O'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-7023867746946169421</id><published>2008-05-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:24:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope Axl Rose´s  right...</title><content type='html'>I´m fuckin´ tired... today I was listening November rain... I hope Axl Rose´s right... I hope that nothing last forever... even this horrible feeling between sadness and fear... or maybe both at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m so tired of waiting for that great mood everybody talk about... but I´ve been waiting a long time, and I´m becoming just a horrible person during this waiting... I think I´m diyin´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m still lookin´ for that hope, for that support, for that peace I just wish as nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loving you the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i know we are gonna make it through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And I would go to the end of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Cause, darling, to me that's what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Where you lead, I will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If you need, you need me to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will follow where you lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If you're out on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Feeling lonely, and so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; All you have to do is call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And I'll be there on the next train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Where you lead, I will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If you need, you need me to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will follow where you lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I always wanted a real home with flowers on the window sill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But if you want to live in New York City, honey, you know I will (yes i will, yes i will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I never thought I could get satisfaction from just one man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But if anyone can keep me happy, you're the one who can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; And where you lead, I will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Anywhere that you tell me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If you need, you need me to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will follow where you lead (repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm gonna follow were you lead (I'm gonna follow were you lead) I'm gonna follow were you lead (I'm gonna follow were you lead ) I'm gonna follow were you lead (I'm gonna follow were you lead )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somethin´ cute I´ve found...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-7023867746946169421?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7023867746946169421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=7023867746946169421' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7023867746946169421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7023867746946169421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hope-axl-roses-right.html' title='I hope Axl Rose´s  right...'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-2412380526226839788</id><published>2008-05-18T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:10:16.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malparidez existencial!!!</title><content type='html'>Como dirían muchas personas, padezco de "malparidez existencial".  Por alguna loca y extraña razón estos últimos días de mi vida han sido una mierda, de hecho, si no fuera por unas cuantas personas (mile, nata, vrog, blilius, lililiililili, mile, mmmm, nata...y mmm mile y.... mile) ya me habría pegado un tiro (que emo...pero es verdad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por alguna loca y extraña razón tengo un bloqueo mental, lo que no me pasaba hace mucho, y bueno, no es un bloqueo del todo... puedo escribir cosas, pero tengo que esforzarme demasiado, no salen con la misma naturalidad de siempre.  Este problema, mal que bien me ha generado más, creo que perdí mi buen genio, mi risa, desde hace mucho no puedo reír con naturalidad, no me puedo reír con los ojos, me siento triste por dentro, y creo que ya es muy evidente (si, yo suelo esconder que estoy triste, por eso muchas veces la gente ni lo nota),  estoy llorando sin razón, el mundo me da más asco de lo normal, estoy en "raye permanente", como diría nata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que mi parte depresiva esta voviendo a salir, mierda, necesito novocaína!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where'er you go, you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If you go far, you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll go anywhere, So I'll see you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You place the name you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You name the time you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll go anywhere, So I'll see you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't care if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll be there not far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will dare, Keep in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; When there's a truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Amongst the lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll go anywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; So I'll see you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't care if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll be there not far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will dare, Keep in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; If you should fall, you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; To catch the call, you know I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll go anywhere, So I'll see you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't care if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'll be there not far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I will dare, Keep in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I’ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just need my I!!! I guess I just need someone who´s there for me, even if it´s rainin´ or if I´m fallin´ and seems I´ll no be happy again... I just need my I!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2732614326168649117-2412380526226839788?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/2412380526226839788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=2412380526226839788' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/2412380526226839788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/2412380526226839788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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agua es leche), lo que hace que la leche viva en nosotros y nos controle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-5547517231244134584?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5547517231244134584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=5547517231244134584' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/5547517231244134584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/5547517231244134584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/05/leeeche.html' title='leeeche...'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-4897106250495973467</id><published>2008-04-30T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:06:11.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankito Black Wright Bonham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/SBklAc9OLzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jwPTc1B2Euw/s1600-h/frankito3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/SBklAc9OLzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jwPTc1B2Euw/s320/frankito3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195224334851780402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy, por fin, soy la mama oficial de Frankito Black Wright Bonham... lo adoro!!!&lt;br /&gt;tiene una carita divina y ps mmm es un pure sly!! jajajaja se la pasa mirando mal a too el mundo... igual a mama xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-4897106250495973467?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/4897106250495973467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=4897106250495973467' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-3127252430933880521</id><published>2008-04-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:12:13.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k mierda!!!</title><content type='html'>definitivamnt ya m knse d too el mundo... todos son 1 mierda! creo k el problema en realidad soy yo, k a pesar d todo no c da cuenta k este mundo es 1 porkeria y k todo "ser humano" es igual de desgraciado, desleal y sobre todo amoral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, es verdad, yo tambien soy asi, de hecho pienso que soy más desgraciada y amoral que muchas personas, pero supongo k mi maldad aun no llega al punto de ser capaz de  faltonearle a alguien a quien llamaba como uno de mis "mejores amigos"...  pero  bueno, yo que puedo hacer, asi son las personas y asi soy yo... a lo mejor estoy condenada  aque me arrastren por el piso como a la peor de las cucarachas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-3127252430933880521?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3127252430933880521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=3127252430933880521' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/3127252430933880521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/3127252430933880521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/04/k-mierda.html' title='k mierda!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-9180556648071002577</id><published>2008-04-17T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:01:25.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leche.. milk!... whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;si el sol es amarillo, es pollito - monk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;los pollos son aliados de las vacas - mile y luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;si el sol es nata, los pollos son nata!!! - monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-1648911849506680831</id><published>2008-04-07T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:05:37.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>más leche!!!</title><content type='html'>nuevos presupuestos=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;los calamares ayudan a las vacas xk viven en la leche (agua) - mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;los simpson son mantequilla (2º corrupcion de la leche) xk son amarillos - liliana y luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugh heffner es nata xk es lindo y la nata es genial y el tambien -liliana y luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el rock son los mantras de comunicacion con las vacas - luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;las mariposas son mantequilla voladora (butter=mantequilla fly=voladora) - vrog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-1648911849506680831?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1648911849506680831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=1648911849506680831' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/1648911849506680831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/1648911849506680831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/04/ms-leche.html' title='más leche!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-3224552668628625780</id><published>2008-04-07T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:52:12.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.O.D!!!</title><content type='html'>weno, apenas voi x la mitad del dia y ya puedo decir k ha sido 1 completa mierda... y eso k c supone k ya recupere mi "suerte"... jummm...&lt;br /&gt;estoy mamada d darme contra el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;sencillamnet me aburri de darm cuenta de k cada dia son menos las personas a las k les importo,&lt;br /&gt;el papel de idiota con esperanzas d k too va a cambiar es 1 porkeria,&lt;br /&gt;ash... no c k hacr conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;can anyone save me from this fuckin´ nightmare?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-3224552668628625780?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3224552668628625780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=3224552668628625780' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/3224552668628625780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Destrozada.&lt;br /&gt;Acabada por las amarguras de las almas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;pero esta como ausente.&lt;br /&gt;Perdida en un mar de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Oscuridad.  Tinieblas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La magia de la noche&lt;br /&gt;que envuelve a todos los entes.&lt;br /&gt;La música de estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;que importan&lt;br /&gt;busco tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;y cuanto más intento,&lt;br /&gt;más lejana la siento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;llueve.  Lloran los fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;de tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;Y mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;destrozada por la frialdad de tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;busca el calor&lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez caló mis entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;Silencio.-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;mi mirada se convierte en lilos&lt;br /&gt;de gisásea niebla,&lt;br /&gt;mi mirada se convierte en sombras&lt;br /&gt;de lobos que aúllan a la luna!&lt;br /&gt;sólo para llegar a tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;A tu boca.  A tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;llora.  Mi alma llora&lt;br /&gt;por los murmullos de tus silencios,&lt;br /&gt;silencio.  Que hiere mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Como los lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;de las ramas agitadas por el viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sara W&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/2732614326168649117-102370503479858577?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/102370503479858577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=102370503479858577' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/102370503479858577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/102370503479858577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/04/busco-tu-mirada.html' title='busco tu mirada'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-7095378896681483952</id><published>2008-04-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:16:15.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya hay cajita!!!</title><content type='html'>ps a peticion del publico xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cajita de comments pa mi gente!!!&lt;br /&gt;jajajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-7095378896681483952?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/7095378896681483952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=7095378896681483952' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7095378896681483952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/7095378896681483952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/04/ya-hay-cajita.html' title='ya hay cajita!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-5230209549164301753</id><published>2008-04-04T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:37:59.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>esta semana... = (</title><content type='html'>weno...&lt;br /&gt;esta semana fue un completo disastre... supongo que empiezo a extrañar mi buena suerte y mi proteccion... pero bueno, supongo que asi tenia que ser, y quien la tiene ahora, espero, que la pueda valorar más que yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it hasn´t been my day, my week, my month or even my year!!! everything sucks!!! i suck!!! i´m so exausted, confused and sad... maybe... it happens when u´ realize you´re not that important as you thought 4 da ones u´ love... or maybe they just don´t know you... or don´t know what are you going through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everybody going crazy? or is just that i´m a brat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! now tears are going down... i just hate cryin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-5230209549164301753?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/5230209549164301753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=5230209549164301753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/5230209549164301753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/5230209549164301753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/04/esta-semana.html' title='esta semana... = ('/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-6775266222584434987</id><published>2008-04-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:58:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complemnto de la teoria lactika</title><content type='html'>bueno, gracias a que muchos grandes filosofos se han unido a mi escuela filosofica lactica, nuestra teoria ha crecido keridos hermanos en la leche xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;el numero de la vaca es 444 (4 estomagos, 4 ubres, 4 patas) - vrog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la cabaña de Alpina es nuestra "mecca" (sorry si ofendo) - kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;en el apocalipsis, seran 4 vacas, la ternera rompera los 7 sellos de mantequilla, el mar se tornara queso campesino y la luna, queso de verdad - vrog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;las gallinas son aliadas de las vacas - luna y liliana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;los asiaticos son los peores enemigos de las vacas, por eso les da la fiebre del pollo - mile y luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la luna es de queso, yo soy luna... entonces soy queso!! - luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;existen las neo-vacas - mi profesor de filosofia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;las neo vacas son vacas que escuchan neo - mile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;y tienen poderes de zayayin (asi c escribe?) - luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el sol es nata hirviendo - monk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cosmico = laaaactico - luna y vrog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la lava de los volcanes es chocolisto - luna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-6775266222584434987?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/6775266222584434987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=6775266222584434987' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/6775266222584434987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/6775266222584434987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/04/complemnto-de-la-teoria-lactika.html' title='complemnto de la teoria lactika'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-9090805436422196054</id><published>2008-03-14T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:48:31.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>escuela lactica</title><content type='html'>desde hace un tiempo, con ayuda de otras grandes filósofas, he venido desarrollando una teoría hasta lograr descubrir el 5º elemento: la leche, la leche es el todo, el todo es real y todo viene de este ser universal, todo viene de la leche, es leche, vuelve a la leche y crea más seres de leche corrompida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para explicar esta teoría, es necesario empezar desde el concepto del cosmos hasta llegar al individuo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la via lactea esta hecha de leche, entonces, el universo será una vaca, que tiene una gran ubre que contiene a las galaxias, que a su vez son leche.  las estrellas y los planetas de estas son leche compacta, y las lunas de cada planeta están hechas con la primera corrupción de la leche: el queso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los continentes de la tierra (1º elemento) estan hechos con nata, que es leche semi-compacta, y si el cosmos está hecho de leche, cuando llueve, llueve leche, por lo tanto, el agua (2º elemento) proviene de la leche, lo que comprueba que la expresión "las vacas vuelan", no es del todo falsa, pues esto nos llevaria a pensar en que para que se produzca este fenómeno hacen falta vacas que "hagan llover"; todo ser viviente necesita entonces de leche para vivir, y si estos están compuestos en un alto porcentaje por leche, podemos decir que todo ser es un grumo de leche, y al ser esta lo que compone a todo, el ser respira esencia de leche (3º elemento), vive por la leche, proviene por la leche, al sufrir una corrupción se convertirá en leche y al morir, producirá este preciado elixir que dará vida a otros entes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es también importante resaltar que a lo largo de la historia de la humanidad, la leche ha constituido un alimento fundamental para el desarrollo y evolución del hombre: en un principio la leche materna, y por el resto de su existencia, la leche de vaca; y al ser alimentados con este líquido preciado desde nuestros más tiernos años, la leche ayudará a forjar nuestro espíritu y nuestra alma, y será el fuego (4º elemento), el soplo de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para concluir, quiero decir que si las vacas son las mayores productoras de leche, estas serán las creadoras del 5º elemento por excelencia, y por tanto, los entes más poderosos del cosmos, por lo tanto lo dominan, en compañía de los cerdos y las gallinas (ya que viven en granjas y constituyen un ejército de liberacion animal potencialmente peligroso).  esta teoría también nos lleva a concluir que todo ser sexuado con codificación xx en sus genes en el grupo de los mamíferos, se considerará más cercano a la perfección por su capacidad de producir leche con respecto a los mamíferos de orden masculino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudas, opiniones, inquietudes, quieres formar parte de esta escula filosofica?&lt;br /&gt;informes aka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-9090805436422196054?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/9090805436422196054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=9090805436422196054' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/9090805436422196054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/9090805436422196054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/03/escuela-lactica.html' title='escuela lactica'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-1225688172677019769</id><published>2008-03-06T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:09:38.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasma</title><content type='html'>soy solo sombra entre las sombras,&lt;br /&gt;sólo un espectro que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;en la oscura soledad&lt;br /&gt;de estas largas noces frías,&lt;br /&gt;en las que yo,&lt;br /&gt;como un fantasma en la penumbra,&lt;br /&gt;con lágrimas de rabia,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez de culpabilidad,&lt;br /&gt;intento recordar por qué te quiero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy solo sobra entre las sombras,&lt;br /&gt;sólo un espectro que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;tras tu frío y gris sepulcro,&lt;br /&gt;lleno de flores secas,&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas y musgo,&lt;br /&gt;que protegen tu inmóvil rostro&lt;br /&gt;del sol, del trueno,&lt;br /&gt;de mi mirada triste,&lt;br /&gt;triste y tenue,&lt;br /&gt;alumbrada por los pálidos rayos de la luna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-1225688172677019769?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/1225688172677019769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=1225688172677019769' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/1225688172677019769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/1225688172677019769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/03/fantasma.html' title='fantasma'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-8353192044207023778</id><published>2008-03-06T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:05:57.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80</title><content type='html'>esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;podría llorar en tu hombro hasta quedar dormida,&lt;br /&gt;esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;una lechuza me ha robado la alegría,&lt;br /&gt;esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;podría llorar en tu hombro hasta quedar dormida,&lt;br /&gt;porque las desdichas de mi alma crecen,&lt;br /&gt;porque mi aliento desfallece,&lt;br /&gt;pero tu amor de amiga, de cofidente,&lt;br /&gt;a mi lado peranece...&lt;br /&gt;esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;podría llorar en tu hombro hasta quedar dormida,&lt;br /&gt;y, bajo la luz de una luna muerta,&lt;br /&gt;podría mirar tus ojos y curar todas mis heridas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-8353192044207023778?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/8353192044207023778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2732614326168649117&amp;postID=8353192044207023778' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/8353192044207023778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732614326168649117/posts/default/8353192044207023778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/2008/03/80.html' title='80'/><author><name>Sarah Luna Wright Bonham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13976455091965160827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-5276845421003283834</id><published>2008-03-06T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:02:56.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vampire´s cryin´</title><content type='html'>The sun just goes down,&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;i just wait the moment&lt;br /&gt;you get me out of this coffin,&lt;br /&gt;this coffin full of darkness&lt;br /&gt;full of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;full of hte tears&lt;br /&gt;that many ties i cried&lt;br /&gt;´cause i just missed my old n´ lighty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confess&lt;br /&gt;that i tink, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;you´re the only one i can blame&lt;br /&gt;for all this fuckin´ pain&lt;br /&gt;that produce me this eternal dead,&lt;br /&gt;but then i realize&lt;br /&gt;ou were who give me the life,&lt;br /&gt;you were who give me the chance&lt;br /&gt;of being with you forever...&lt;br /&gt;of stayin´ with you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;O_o mi 1º poema n ingles o_O&lt;br /&gt;lástima k lo scribi para alguin k no vale la pena....&lt;br /&gt;olo...xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-5276845421003283834?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UIaPRqQRNXI/R9BCPR5B6JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tZYcvR-5bio/S220/yo13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732614326168649117.post-3913892559180830184</id><published>2008-03-05T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:37:40.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El proposito" xDxDxD</title><content type='html'>mmmm no c...&lt;br /&gt;supongo k mi blog estara completamnt dedikado a mis poemas y demás escritos y cosas artisticas k c me ocurra hacer xD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm y ps para k los k entren aka entiendan 1 pokito más de mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732614326168649117-3913892559180830184?l=zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zsariiita-luna.blogspot.com/feeds/3913892559180830184/comments/default' title='Enviar 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