<?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-9832433</id><updated>2011-11-04T05:43:11.310-05:00</updated><category term='everlong'/><category term='cancion'/><category term='vida'/><category term='objetivo'/><category term='realidad'/><category term='flotar'/><title type='text'>El Grito</title><subtitle type='html'>"I know I am dead on the surface, but I am screaming underneath"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-5776700466358471255</id><published>2011-11-04T05:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:43:11.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De monstruos y abismos</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;El que lucha contra monstruos debe tener cuidado de no convertirse él mismo en un monstruo. Y cuando tu mirada penetra largo tiempo en el fondo del abismo, el abismo también penetra en ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/b&gt; - Más allá del bien y del mal.&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/9832433-5776700466358471255?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/5776700466358471255/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=5776700466358471255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/5776700466358471255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/5776700466358471255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-monstruos-y-abismos.html' title='De monstruos y abismos'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-2077308600099263420</id><published>2011-06-15T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:29:59.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dreamed a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Dreamed a Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;del musical&amp;nbsp; "Los Miserables"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/I+Dreamed+A+Dream/3cjI5r?src=5"&gt;I Dreamed a Dream en Grooveshark&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fantine canta, sola y desempleada: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was a time when men were kind&lt;br /&gt;When their voices were soft&lt;br /&gt;And their words inviting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when love was blind&lt;br /&gt;And the world was a song&lt;br /&gt;And the song was exciting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;Then it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hope was high&lt;br /&gt;And life worth living&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that love would never die&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted&lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid&lt;br /&gt;No song unsung, no wine untasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder&lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart&lt;br /&gt;As they turn your dream to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept a summer by my side&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder&lt;br /&gt;He took my childhood in his stride&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone when autumn came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; But there are dreams that cannot be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; And there are storms we cannot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-2077308600099263420?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/2077308600099263420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/2077308600099263420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dreamed-dream.html' title='I Dreamed a Dream'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-6518620443989999195</id><published>2011-03-14T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:17:41.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Misantropía</title><content type='html'>Dicen que lo que no te mata te hace más fuerte. Quiza habría que investigar un poco más que quiere decir eso de "hacerse mas fuerte". Luego de 3 años de problemas personales, no me siento realmente más fuerte. El tiempo solo me ha demostrado las muchas caras de la miseria humana, de lo despreciable que pueden llegar a ser nuestros "hermanos de especie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy (o era) de las personas que normalmente no guarda odio por nadie. Nunca he creído en la bondad humana, por lo que nunca he tenido grandes expectativas sobre el comportamiento de los demás. He sido un defensor del egoísmo inteligente, es decir, que somos seres individualistas y nos proocupamos por nuestros intereses y en conflicto con otros, elegiremos primero los nuestros. Pero inteligente porque debemos de saber controlar nuestros deseos a fin de no pasar por encima de los demás, sobretodo si eso puede traer consecuencias a futuro para nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, el tiempo me hace pensar que no solo no somos buenos, sino además no somos inteligentes; que demasiados de nosotros no sobrepasamos más alla de un comportamiento animal en el que pensamos en el ahora y no vemos las consecuencias de nuestros actos, ya no sobre otros, sino sobre nosotros mismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otros casos, aquellos que han logrado pasar la valla de la inteligencia, la han aprovechado bastante bien para su uso personal, y se han&amp;nbsp; rodeado de suficientes pseudo-humanos que ven en estos "lideres" un beneficio a corto plazo, no permitiendo su limitada inteligencia ver más alla de lo temporal... como llevar a una vaca al camal, bajo el auspicio de un un buen bocado al final del camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me encuentro odiando a quienes me eran indiferentes, y siéndome indiferentes aquellos que antes apreciaba. No recuerdo si antes odiaba a alguien, pero estos posiblemente se hayan perdido en el saco de todos aquellos a quienes ahora odio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que de eso se trata envejecer... Si alguna parte de mi se sintió común a la humanidad, esa debe de ser la parte de mi que ahora odio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-6518620443989999195?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/6518620443989999195/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=6518620443989999195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/6518620443989999195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/6518620443989999195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2011/03/misantropia.html' title='Misantropía'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-2228395950640566721</id><published>2011-01-20T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:57:57.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;True Affection&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The Blow)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8988eb1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was out of your league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you were twenty thousand underneath the sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waving affections&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were out of my league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At a distance that I didn't want to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Down to the bottom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted a junction and often there was one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'd surfaced face-first and we'd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Share thought bubbles and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still believe in the phases that we breathed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I know the distance isn't fair to cross&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was out of your league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you were twenty thousand underneath the sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waving affections&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were out of my league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At a distance that I didn't want to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanted you nearer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your depths made a pressure that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Punctured my works and all your fluids couldn't tolerate the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Force of my thirst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the place where we shared our tiny grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But just because its real don't mean its gonna work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was out of your league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you were twenty thousand underneath the sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waving affections&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were out of my league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At a distance that I didn't want to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanted you nearer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And true affection floats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;True affection sinks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a stone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never felt so close&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never felt so all alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was out of your league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you were twenty thousand underneath the sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waving affections&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were out of my league&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At a distance that I didn't want to see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanted you nearer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-2228395950640566721?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/2228395950640566721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=2228395950640566721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/2228395950640566721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/2228395950640566721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2011/01/twenty-thousand-leagues-under-sea.html' title='Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110745241577725310</id><published>2007-07-19T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:50:37.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everlong'/><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everlong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by Foo Fighters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.estvideo.com/dew/media/dewplayer.swf?mp3=http://files.openomy.com/public/sludgeman/everlong.mp3" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.estvideo.com/dew/media/dewplayer.swf?mp3=http://files.openomy.com/public/sludgeman/everlong.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/1kxymgbhac"&gt;Everlong (mp3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;I've waited here for you&lt;br /&gt;Everlong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I throw myself into&lt;br /&gt;And out of the red,&lt;br /&gt;out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down&lt;br /&gt;And waste away with me&lt;br /&gt;Down with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow how&lt;br /&gt;You wanted it to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm over my head,&lt;br /&gt;out of her head she sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;When I sing along with you&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when&lt;br /&gt;She sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out&lt;br /&gt;So I could breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I know you've always been&lt;br /&gt;Out of your head,&lt;br /&gt;out of my head I sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;When I sing along with you&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever feel this real forever&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you&lt;br /&gt;You've got to promise not to stop when I say when&lt;br /&gt;She sang&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/9832433-110745241577725310?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110745241577725310/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110745241577725310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110745241577725310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110745241577725310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2007/07/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-5683855493449053955</id><published>2007-05-21T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T02:35:52.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='objetivo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flotar'/><title type='text'>Rising and Falling in a Little World</title><content type='html'>Cancion: Rising and Falling in a Little World&lt;br /&gt;Grupo: Elf Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.estvideo.com/dew/media/dewplayer.swf?mp3=http://files.openomy.com/public/sludgeman/rising.mp3&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.estvideo.com/dew/media/dewplayer.swf?mp3=http://files.openomy.com/public/sludgeman/rising.mp3&amp;amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La vida son constantes subidas y bajadas. A veces estamos arriba y a veces estamos abajo, muy al fondo. Aun no he logrado descifrar cual es el verdadero objetivo en esta vida, si es tratar de permanecer al fondo lo menos posible, o arriba la mas que se pueda. A veces creo que lo mejor es flotar, mantenerse estable, sin tratar de concentrarte en subir, porque tan arriba como subes, tan abajo llegarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y flotar puede ser tan tranquilizador, y relajante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-5683855493449053955?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/5683855493449053955/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=5683855493449053955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/5683855493449053955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/5683855493449053955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2007/05/rising-and-falling-in-little-world.html' title='Rising and Falling in a Little World'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-5119356515253910720</id><published>2007-03-11T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:36:54.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidad'/><title type='text'>Inocencia perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thin Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma loves her baby&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy loves you too&lt;br /&gt;And the sea may look warm to you Babe&lt;br /&gt;And the sky may look blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Babe&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Baby Blue&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh Babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If you should go skating&lt;br /&gt;on the thin ice of modern life,&lt;br /&gt;dragging behind you&lt;br /&gt;the silent reproach&lt;br /&gt;of a million tear stained eyes,&lt;br /&gt;don't be surprised&lt;br /&gt;when a crack in the ice&lt;br /&gt;appears under your feet&lt;br /&gt;you slip out of your depth and out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;with your fear flowing out behind you&lt;br /&gt;as you claw the thin ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá ama a su bebito&lt;br /&gt;y papi lo ama tambien&lt;br /&gt;y el mar puede parecerte tibio, bebé&lt;br /&gt;y el cielo puede parecerte azul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pero&lt;br /&gt;oohhh, bebé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si debes ir a patinar&lt;br /&gt;por el delgado hielo de la vida moderna,&lt;br /&gt;arrastrando tras de ti&lt;br /&gt;el silencioso reproche&lt;br /&gt;de un millon de ojos teñidos en lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;no te sorprendas&lt;br /&gt;si una rajadura en el hielo&lt;br /&gt;aparece bajo tus pies&lt;br /&gt;te deslizas mas alla de tu entendimiento&lt;br /&gt;y de tu mente&lt;br /&gt;con tu temor fluyendo por detras&lt;br /&gt;mientras te abres camino&lt;br /&gt;entre el hielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"La vida es solitaria, pobre, embrutecida y corta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;                                                                             -Thomas Hobbes&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-5119356515253910720?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/5119356515253910720/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=5119356515253910720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/5119356515253910720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/5119356515253910720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2007/03/inocencia-perdida.html' title='Inocencia perdida'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-116747167979883009</id><published>2006-12-29T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T04:41:19.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking the pain away (for 2 years)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuando inicié este blog no imaginé que duraría tanto. No es más lo que esperaba que fuera en un principio, y sin embargo, parte de mi se niega aun a cerrarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que es aquella parte de mi que aun tiene algo que gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no, no he podido mostrar todos los lados del dado. Al fin al cabo, soy un dado de lados infinitos, puedo darme vuelta y descubrir nuevas aristas y nuevas caras. Supongo que mientras que aquellas que gritan se mantengan tranquilas, este blog seguira existiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta cancion quiza tenga poco que ver con algun tema del blog, o de lo que me pase ultimamente, quiza sea solo que me gusta el ritmo y el coro... da igual.  Total, luego de 2 años ya deberian saber que el dolor no entiende palabras... solo el grito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.estvideo.com/dew/media/dewplayer.swf?mp3=http://www.openomy.com/download/sludgeman/FTPA.mp3&amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF" height="20" width="200"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.estvideo.com/dew/media/dewplayer.swf?mp3=http://www.openomy.com/download/sludgeman/FTPA.mp3&amp;amp;bgcolor=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sucking on my titties like you wanted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling me, all the time like Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out my chrissy behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's fine all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like sex on the beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sucking' on my titties like you wanted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling me, all the time like Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out my chrissy behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's fine all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else is in the teaches of peaches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like sex on the beaches, Huh? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? Right. What? Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? What? Right. Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? What? Right. Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? What? Right. Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIS IUD, stay in school ‘cause it's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IUD SIS, stay in school ‘cause it's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IUD SIS, stay in school ‘cause it's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IUD SIS, stay in school ‘cause it's the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sucking' on my titties like you wanted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calling me, all the time like Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out my chrissy behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's fine all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like sex on the beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? What? Right. Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? What? Right. Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else in the teaches of peaches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like sex on the beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh? What? Right. Uhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-116747167979883009?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/116747167979883009/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=116747167979883009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/116747167979883009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/116747167979883009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucking-pain-away-for-2-years.html' title='Fucking the pain away (for 2 years)'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-116460555287278219</id><published>2006-11-27T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:32:32.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moli tenia razón</title><content type='html'>...me arrepentiré toda mi vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-116460555287278219?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/116460555287278219/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=116460555287278219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/116460555287278219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/116460555287278219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/11/moli-tenia-razn.html' title='Moli tenia razón'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110922531723503256</id><published>2006-10-30T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:15:22.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asfixia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Posteado originalmente el 24/02/2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estés solo en tu cuarto&lt;br /&gt;y quieras salir...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando esas cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;no te dejen ni respirar...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;se sientan afectados de&lt;br /&gt;tanta televisión...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te mires en el espejo&lt;br /&gt;y ni tu vista puedas soportar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sentirás la asfixia,&lt;br /&gt;que ahoga tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;la asfixia&lt;br /&gt;que a tu cerebro hará explotar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus amigos te aburran&lt;br /&gt;mas que de costumbre...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;te parezcan las mismas de ayer...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando quieras repetir tus hazañas&lt;br /&gt;y ni te acuerdes de las reglas del juego...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ni en tu oración interior puedas&lt;br /&gt;contener tu llanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sentirás la asfixia,&lt;br /&gt;que ahoga tu vida&lt;br /&gt;la asfixia&lt;br /&gt;que a tu cerebro hará explotar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Buscar bajo Narcosis - "La Primera Dosis")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110922531723503256?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110922531723503256/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110922531723503256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110922531723503256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110922531723503256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/10/asfixia.html' title='Asfixia'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-116182191992711166</id><published>2006-10-25T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:18:39.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desposeído</title><content type='html'>7:12 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentado en un escritorio que no es mio&lt;br /&gt;en una oficina que no es mia&lt;br /&gt;resolviendo problemas que no son mios&lt;br /&gt;sufriendo los efectos&lt;br /&gt;de un trabajo que SI es mio&lt;br /&gt;esperando una llamada&lt;br /&gt;que le quite el adjetivo posesivo&lt;br /&gt;y me de nuevos sustantivos&lt;br /&gt;que hagan que sienta ésta&lt;br /&gt;como MI vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-116182191992711166?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/116182191992711166/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=116182191992711166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/116182191992711166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/116182191992711166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/10/desposedo.html' title='Desposeído'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-116075307149508048</id><published>2006-10-13T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:24:31.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peleado con el mundo</title><content type='html'>- Has notado cansado a tu tio? -dice mi madre&lt;br /&gt;- No, pero puede ser porque se mete como 20 tazas de cafe diarias - respondo (para mayor aclaración, mi jefe es mi tio, y mi tio es mi jefe).&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y se las toma puras?&lt;br /&gt;- Bueno, son tazas chicas, pero si, cafe negro es  lo que toma.&lt;br /&gt;- Y no le echa agua o algo asi? -pregunta madre&lt;br /&gt;- CARAJO, QUE SABRE YO! ACASO YO LE PREPARO EL CAFE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y asi como con mi madre, ando peleado con el mundo. Harto.&lt;br /&gt;De  la incompetencia/ineficiencia de mi jefe/tio, que  recae sobre  mi.&lt;br /&gt;De secretaria/mensajero/socios que buscan la manera de hacer lo menos posible, complicandome a mi.&lt;br /&gt;De mi familia y su infinita habilidad para: juzgar mis actos, y joder la pita con el mas minimo detalle, desde porque se queda el caño goteando, hasta lo que debo de tomar de desayuno.&lt;br /&gt;De mi "otra" familia y su cultura del medioevo cuando es conveniente.&lt;br /&gt;De la lentitud de mi dentista / lentitud de la administracion de la PUCP / lentitud para todo.&lt;br /&gt;Y de n cosas mas que ya nisiquiera puedo comentar, porque este blog ya dejo de ser lo suficientemente personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiza ya viene siendo hora de cerrarlo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-116075307149508048?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-115868996348520557</id><published>2006-09-19T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:19:23.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminando por los sinuosos senderos de mi mente donde (casi) todo vale</title><content type='html'>A veces cuando camino,&lt;br /&gt;o en el micro,&lt;br /&gt;o en en algun auto&lt;br /&gt;aunque en realidad&lt;br /&gt;puede ocurrir en cualquier momento&lt;br /&gt;abandono mi cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;lo dejo en piloto automatico&lt;br /&gt;y viajo hacia dentro.&lt;br /&gt;em pierdo en los laberintos&lt;br /&gt;de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;en ellos puedo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;de todo&lt;br /&gt;pero por alguna extraña razón&lt;br /&gt;suelo encontrar las cosas mas feas&lt;br /&gt;feos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;malas ideas&lt;br /&gt;extrañas sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;a veces podria pensar que&lt;br /&gt;es por ser pesimista&lt;br /&gt;pero no es eso&lt;br /&gt;simplemente que si encuentro&lt;br /&gt;algo bonito, algo que me guste&lt;br /&gt;algo agradable y comodo&lt;br /&gt;me quedaría ahi&lt;br /&gt;no querría volver&lt;br /&gt;y mi cuerpo se quedaría&lt;br /&gt;en piloto automatico&lt;br /&gt;indefinidamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-115868996348520557?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/115868996348520557/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=115868996348520557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/115868996348520557'/><link rel='self' 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could tell when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I didn't need to say anything or do much, I could tell&lt;br /&gt;when you smile&lt;br /&gt;All of the subatomic pieces come together and&lt;br /&gt;unfold themselves in a second...&lt;br /&gt;every single molecule is right, when&lt;br /&gt;all of the subatomic pieces come together and unfold&lt;br /&gt;themselves in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you dont, and get mad&lt;br /&gt;and you throw that madness at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;I compress all this madness into a little molecule&lt;br /&gt;and throw it back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you swallow it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;   ("When you smile" lyrics by Flaming Lips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-115764835928969372?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/115764835928969372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=115764835928969372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/115764835928969372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/115764835928969372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-you-smile-and-when-you-dont.html' title='When you smile (and when you dont)'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-115378051225397960</id><published>2006-07-24T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:35:12.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansado</title><content type='html'>De poco dormir&lt;br /&gt;de un trabajo aburrido y tedioso&lt;br /&gt;de esperar&lt;br /&gt;los fines de semana para descansar&lt;br /&gt;los fines de mes para cobrar&lt;br /&gt;y el fin de año&lt;br /&gt;para librarme del tema de la profesion&lt;br /&gt;para retomar en parte el control de mi destino&lt;br /&gt;cansado de ser llevado por la situacion&lt;br /&gt;y no poder hacer lo que quisiera&lt;br /&gt;¿acaso entonces podre descansar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-115378051225397960?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/115378051225397960/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=115378051225397960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/115378051225397960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/115378051225397960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/07/cansado.html' title='Cansado'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-114904088406187411</id><published>2006-05-30T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:01:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negocios Riesgosos II</title><content type='html'>Ni se te ocurra pensar que me he olvidado de &lt;a href="http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/04/negocios-riesgosos.html"&gt;esto&lt;/a&gt; DIOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya estás advertido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-114904088406187411?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/114904088406187411/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=114904088406187411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114904088406187411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114904088406187411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/05/negocios-riesgosos-ii.html' title='Negocios Riesgosos II'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-114771595863453594</id><published>2006-05-15T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T12:59:18.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gris</title><content type='html'>Habia olvidado ya que&lt;br /&gt;el invierno limeño no es solo una estación&lt;br /&gt;es un estado de ánimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-114771595863453594?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/114771595863453594/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=114771595863453594&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114771595863453594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114771595863453594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/05/gris.html' title='Gris'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-114284323277622307</id><published>2006-03-20T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:27:12.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamentos</title><content type='html'>Lamento haberte dicho que me decepcionaste&lt;br /&gt;lamento haberme decepcionado de ti&lt;br /&gt;lamento haberte decepcionado, se que hubieras querido que hubiera seguido el camino de una personal normal&lt;br /&gt;lamento no ser una persona normal, salvo quiza porque eso es lo que me permitio conocerte como nadie antes&lt;br /&gt;lamento haber traicionado tus expectativas&lt;br /&gt;lamento no poder borrar el post anterior, nunca podria borrar mis actos, pq fueron hechos en un contexto justificable&lt;br /&gt;lamento no poder lamentarme más&lt;br /&gt;pagaré con creces todo lo que por ahora tendrás y has tenido que soportar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-114284323277622307?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/114284323277622307/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=114284323277622307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114284323277622307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114284323277622307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/03/lamentos.html' title='Lamentos'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-114257811821504045</id><published>2006-03-17T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:48:38.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult not feel a little bit disappointed</title><content type='html'>te quiero tanto que hubiera estudiado diplomacia, y sido diplomatico y estudiado 3 años y luego trabajado en una carrera llena de pedantes para alcancer un puesto de "prestigio", en el cual hubieras podido sentirte contenta a mi lado. Pero no pude, y tomamos nuevos planes. Y el que ahora no puedas sacrificar tu puesto para buscar una vida juntos, me parece...decepcionante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Como interpretar los "te quiero", los "te amo", los "daria mi vida por ti", cuando a la hora de la verdad, no puedes renunciar a tu vida actual para seguirme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana, los 2 fallamos en nuestra pruebas de vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-114257811821504045?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/114257811821504045/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=114257811821504045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114257811821504045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114257811821504045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/03/difficult-not-feel-little-bit.html' title='Difficult not feel a little bit disappointed'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-114256040757549936</id><published>2006-03-16T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:53:27.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>yo no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;nada repito&lt;br /&gt;nada que ofreceros&lt;br /&gt;nada bueno sin duda&lt;br /&gt;ni nada malo tampoco&lt;br /&gt;nada en la mirada&lt;br /&gt;nada en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;nada entre los brazos&lt;br /&gt;nada en los bolsillos&lt;br /&gt;ni en el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;sino mi corazón sonando alto alto&lt;br /&gt;entre las nubes&lt;br /&gt;como un cañonazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mal momento para morirte Eielson...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-114256040757549936?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/114256040757549936/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=114256040757549936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114256040757549936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/114256040757549936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/03/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-113891292335076802</id><published>2006-02-02T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:42:03.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment</title><content type='html'>En mi casa no permitiría agujeros&lt;br /&gt;que dejen pasar la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;que dejen pasar el frio&lt;br /&gt;haría lo imposible por taparlos&lt;br /&gt;y de no poder&lt;br /&gt;preferiría casa nueva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le di 2 carritos a 2 niños&lt;br /&gt;a uno le dije que se le regalaba&lt;br /&gt;al otro le asegure&lt;br /&gt;que algun dia tendria que devolvérmelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visité a los 2 niños años más tarde&lt;br /&gt;eran ya adolescentes&lt;br /&gt;y no jugaban a los carritos&lt;br /&gt;Al que se lo regalé&lt;br /&gt;tenia el carrito arañado,&lt;br /&gt;pintarrajeado, las lunas de plastico rotas.&lt;br /&gt;Le habia puesto de nombre Boogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro en cambio tenia el carrito&lt;br /&gt;guardado en un estante&lt;br /&gt;estaba empolvado pero&lt;br /&gt;por debajo estaba como nuevo&lt;br /&gt;le costo trabajo encontrarlo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca jugué con él - me dijo&lt;br /&gt;Pensé que volverías por él&lt;br /&gt;justo cuando comenzara&lt;br /&gt; a  agarrarle el gusto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Hay dos tragedias en la vida: Una consiste en no lograr lo que más se desea. La otra, en lograrlo"  -George Bernard Shaw-&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/9832433-113891292335076802?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/113891292335076802/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=113891292335076802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113891292335076802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113891292335076802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/02/attachment.html' title='Attachment'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-113803641362895876</id><published>2006-01-23T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:13:33.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Richter</title><content type='html'>Un terremoto&lt;br /&gt;de 10 grados en la escala de richter&lt;br /&gt;eso seria ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Que destruya todo,&lt;br /&gt;que nos parta a todos&lt;br /&gt;que nos mate a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios preocupaciones&lt;br /&gt;titulo&lt;br /&gt;academia&lt;br /&gt;brevete&lt;br /&gt;futuro&lt;br /&gt;perderte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quien teme a la muerte cuando puedes temerle a la vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-113803641362895876?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/113803641362895876/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=113803641362895876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113803641362895876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113803641362895876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2006/01/richter.html' title='Richter'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-113587841589302226</id><published>2005-12-29T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:46:55.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UN AÑO...</title><content type='html'>un año en el blog&lt;br /&gt; un año que viene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gritando&lt;br /&gt;porque el tiempo cambia el mundo&lt;br /&gt;gritando&lt;br /&gt;que el dolor no admite palabras&lt;br /&gt;solo el grito&lt;br /&gt;gritando&lt;br /&gt;que parte de la vida&lt;br /&gt;son las ilusiones que alguna vez pudimos perder&lt;br /&gt;gritando&lt;br /&gt;que para crear me he destruido&lt;br /&gt;y finalmente gritando&lt;br /&gt;que soy feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-113587841589302226?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/113587841589302226/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=113587841589302226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113587841589302226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113587841589302226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/12/un-ao.html' title='UN AÑO...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-113562721125138372</id><published>2005-12-26T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:06:29.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6216/733/1600/48pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6216/733/320/48pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y a veces el mundo que cargamos se hace enorme, o quiza vacilamos y las fuerzas se nos van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces realmente notamos el peso de nuestra carga, pensando en tirarla a un lado o esperando a que nos aplaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero soportamos con estoicismo, no hay otra cosa que hacer...&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/9832433-113562721125138372?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/113562721125138372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=113562721125138372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113562721125138372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113562721125138372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/12/atlas.html' title='Atlas'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-113276893816784682</id><published>2005-11-23T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:36:09.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Historia Sin Fin</title><content type='html'>"Mira mis manos, parecen grandes y fuertes.&lt;br /&gt;¿no es cierto?&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pense que lo eran.&lt;br /&gt;Mis amigos, el hombrecito con el caracol,&lt;br /&gt;el duende e incluso el tonto murcielago.&lt;br /&gt;No pude sujetarlos.&lt;br /&gt;La nada se los llevó de mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;He fallado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La nada estara aqui en cualquier momento.&lt;br /&gt;Me sentaré y esperaré a que me lleve.&lt;br /&gt;..Y pensar que se ven grandes y fuertes..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-113276893816784682?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/113276893816784682/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=113276893816784682&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113276893816784682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/113276893816784682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-historia-sin-fin.html' title='La Historia Sin Fin'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-112751012289168478</id><published>2005-09-23T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T16:15:22.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo es ahora</title><content type='html'>Escuchando Hombre G en la PC&lt;br /&gt;rescantando musica de hace 20 años&lt;br /&gt;puedo recordar viejos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;escuchando "En la Playa" &lt;br /&gt;en campamentos en playas&lt;br /&gt;que ya no existen&lt;br /&gt;porque aunque tienen el mismo nombre&lt;br /&gt;no son lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;escuchando "Indiana"&lt;br /&gt;recordando tarde de niño&lt;br /&gt;con escobas en la mano con mis primos&lt;br /&gt;como si tocaramos nosotros&lt;br /&gt;recordando tardes en el departamento&lt;br /&gt;escuchando "Devuelveme a mi chica"&lt;br /&gt;Seguro todo lo que digo suena&lt;br /&gt;a simple melancolia y&lt;br /&gt;pareciera decir&lt;br /&gt;"todo tiempo pasado fue mejor".&lt;br /&gt;Pero no es asi, no hay mejor momento&lt;br /&gt;que el ahora, el presente&lt;br /&gt;contigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-112751012289168478?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/112751012289168478/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=112751012289168478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112751012289168478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112751012289168478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/09/el-tiempo-es-ahora_23.html' title='El tiempo es ahora'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-112605216116250281</id><published>2005-09-06T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T19:51:28.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel Eyes</title><content type='html'>Honey you are a rock&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I stand&lt;br /&gt;And I came here to talk&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hazel eyes,&lt;br /&gt;yeah the spotlight,&lt;br /&gt;shines upon you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could&lt;br /&gt;anybody&lt;br /&gt;deny you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter&lt;br /&gt;Now I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honey you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are the sea&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I float&lt;br /&gt;And I came here to talk&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who tried to deny you&lt;br /&gt;Must be out of their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel eyes, hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are a rock&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I stand&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;modificación de "Green Eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-112605216116250281?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/112605216116250281/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=112605216116250281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112605216116250281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112605216116250281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/09/hazel-eyes.html' title='Hazel Eyes'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-112536042248891692</id><published>2005-08-29T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:07:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bum bum bum golpea la responsabidad</title><content type='html'>bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;golpea&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;su peso es agobiante&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;el golpeteo aumenta&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas cerca&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;¿cuando es que empezo?&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;como lo deje comenzar&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;¿como hare para detenerlo?&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas fuerte&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas pesado&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas agobiante&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;nubla mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;lo que deseo&lt;br /&gt;bum bum bum&lt;br /&gt;detenganlo por favor&lt;br /&gt;BUM BUM BUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada mes&lt;br /&gt;cada semana&lt;br /&gt;cada dia&lt;br /&gt;cada hora&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUM BUM BUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incesante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mala momento, mal lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para llamarme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-112536042248891692?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/112536042248891692/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=112536042248891692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112536042248891692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112536042248891692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/08/bum-bum-bum-golpea-la-responsabidad.html' title='bum bum bum golpea la responsabidad'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-112534653474111198</id><published>2005-08-29T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:16:46.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema para leer de pie en el autobús entre la puerta flaminia y el tritone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jorge Eduardo Eielson: Habitacion en Roma (1952)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puedo escribir&lt;br /&gt;así&lt;br /&gt;de ti&lt;br /&gt;contigo&lt;br /&gt;sin ti&lt;br /&gt;tal vez&lt;br /&gt;silbando&lt;br /&gt;como quien no&lt;br /&gt;quiere nada&lt;br /&gt;nada  nada  nada  nada  nada  nada&lt;br /&gt;o llorando&lt;br /&gt;o comiendo&lt;br /&gt;o bebiendo&lt;br /&gt;o muerto de hambre&lt;br /&gt;resfriado&lt;br /&gt;estornudando&lt;br /&gt;gritando&lt;br /&gt;criatura&lt;br /&gt;que no canto&lt;br /&gt;no pido&lt;br /&gt;no deseo&lt;br /&gt;sino un poco&lt;br /&gt;de alegría&lt;br /&gt;muñeco de las causas&lt;br /&gt;imposibles&lt;br /&gt;monstruo que el rayo ha convertido&lt;br /&gt;en una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;puedo escribir así&lt;br /&gt;sobre ti&lt;br /&gt;y sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;y nada más&lt;br /&gt;qué tristeza&lt;br /&gt;tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;y nada más&lt;br /&gt;y las calles doradas&lt;br /&gt;de roma&lt;br /&gt;y tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;y nada más&lt;br /&gt;y qué más puede haber&lt;br /&gt;de tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;y los ojos celestes&lt;br /&gt;de roma además&lt;br /&gt;pero qué inútil&lt;br /&gt;tanta luz&lt;br /&gt;entre dos&lt;br /&gt;qué tristeza&lt;br /&gt;tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;y nada más&lt;br /&gt;qué tristeza&lt;br /&gt;escribir y escribir y escribir y escribir&lt;br /&gt;de los dos&lt;br /&gt;hay que ver&lt;br /&gt;prueben&lt;br /&gt;qué harían ustedes&lt;br /&gt;en situaciones tan horrendas&lt;br /&gt;en una habitación tan oscura&lt;br /&gt;sin puertas y sin ventanas&lt;br /&gt;pero claveteada por dentro&lt;br /&gt;sellada por fuera&lt;br /&gt;completamente cubierta de flores perfumadas como los&lt;br /&gt;crisantemos los nardos y otras flores semejantes&lt;br /&gt;una especie de sarcófago en suma&lt;br /&gt;y qué harían ustedes&lt;br /&gt;qué harían&lt;br /&gt;si tuvieran una pierna&lt;br /&gt;en lugar de una nariz&lt;br /&gt;y caminaran con ella&lt;br /&gt;día y noche al pie del tíber&lt;br /&gt;pidiendo limosna a las nubes&lt;br /&gt;desenterrando objetos llameantes&lt;br /&gt;buscando a dios entre las patas&lt;br /&gt;de una mesa&lt;br /&gt;qué harían&lt;br /&gt;a ver&lt;br /&gt;qué harían entonces&lt;br /&gt;seres con rabo&lt;br /&gt;que la sombra&lt;br /&gt;ha pisoteado&lt;br /&gt;respondan temerosos&lt;br /&gt;oh piadosos&lt;br /&gt;maquinarias de rodillas&lt;br /&gt;ante el gran dios fiat&lt;br /&gt;si todo desapareciera bruscamente&lt;br /&gt;por el ojo de la cerradura&lt;br /&gt;del hotel ripetta&lt;br /&gt;o ardieran vuestras propiedades&lt;br /&gt;en un futuro silencio&lt;br /&gt;de uranio&lt;br /&gt;o llovieran carne y huesos&lt;br /&gt;en el vaticano&lt;br /&gt;escupieran pájaros los niños&lt;br /&gt;cruzaran balas&lt;br /&gt;deslumbrantes&lt;br /&gt;flechas&lt;br /&gt;de inusitado poder&lt;br /&gt;afrodisíaco y purgante&lt;br /&gt;y algo más&lt;br /&gt;todavía&lt;br /&gt;yo estúpido animal&lt;br /&gt;avanzo siempre siempre&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo&lt;br /&gt;avanzo siempre siempre&lt;br /&gt;hasta los últimos rincones&lt;br /&gt;donde se orina el sol&lt;br /&gt;se orina la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;se orinan los borrachos&lt;br /&gt;vocifera la mierda&lt;br /&gt;aúlla la soledad&lt;br /&gt;criaturas que arrastráis&lt;br /&gt;un solo&lt;br /&gt;largo&lt;br /&gt;llanto&lt;br /&gt;no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;nada que ofreceros&lt;br /&gt;ésta es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;mi vida es humo&lt;br /&gt;humo mi casa&lt;br /&gt;y mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;no reconozco&lt;br /&gt;las dos huellas de mis pies&lt;br /&gt;ni mis rodillas&lt;br /&gt;en la arena&lt;br /&gt;pero miro finalmente&lt;br /&gt;el cielo arriba&lt;br /&gt;el cielo abajo&lt;br /&gt;arriba&lt;br /&gt;abajo&lt;br /&gt;arriba finalmente&lt;br /&gt;fijamente&lt;br /&gt;sin temor&lt;br /&gt;ya no por el hueco de la cerradura&lt;br /&gt;por donde miraba entonces&lt;br /&gt;¿recuerdas pobre jorge?&lt;br /&gt;a la puta del hotel&lt;br /&gt;ripetta&lt;br /&gt;creyendo que era celeste&lt;br /&gt;ella también&lt;br /&gt;magnitud ígnea&lt;br /&gt;meteoro cuya caída&lt;br /&gt;es el perfume&lt;br /&gt;cuya memoria&lt;br /&gt;es la memoria&lt;br /&gt;de una joven en el trigo&lt;br /&gt;y no era sino un hocico&lt;br /&gt;pintado&lt;br /&gt;dos bolsas de trapo&lt;br /&gt;tres bolsas de trapo&lt;br /&gt;seis bolsas de trapo&lt;br /&gt;y un estómago sonoro&lt;br /&gt;sonrío ahora ya&lt;br /&gt;finalmente&lt;br /&gt;he aquí mi oficio&lt;br /&gt;pero cuánto me ha costado&lt;br /&gt;he convertido en agua&lt;br /&gt;mi paciencia&lt;br /&gt;en pan&lt;br /&gt;mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;doy de comer&lt;br /&gt;a los muros&lt;br /&gt;de beber&lt;br /&gt;a las sillas&lt;br /&gt;me quema todo&lt;br /&gt;y todo me congela&lt;br /&gt;no sé leer&lt;br /&gt;ni escribir&lt;br /&gt;ni contar&lt;br /&gt;y lo que es claro para todos&lt;br /&gt;para mí es tinieblas&lt;br /&gt;no sirvo para nada&lt;br /&gt;ni para conversar&lt;br /&gt;conmigo mismo&lt;br /&gt;ni para devorar&lt;br /&gt;la televisión&lt;br /&gt;o el cine&lt;br /&gt;no sirvo para nada&lt;br /&gt;no soy nada&lt;br /&gt;esto lo sé&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando me despierto&lt;br /&gt;cosa que hago siempre&lt;br /&gt;antes que los demás&lt;br /&gt;las estaciones brillan&lt;br /&gt;y cuando estoy dormido&lt;br /&gt;es el invierno&lt;br /&gt;generalmente además&lt;br /&gt;soy más alto de día&lt;br /&gt;que de noche&lt;br /&gt;aunque alto no sea&lt;br /&gt;(yo no sé por qué&lt;br /&gt;mi madre hablaba siempre&lt;br /&gt;de mi padre&lt;br /&gt;como de un caballo&lt;br /&gt;grande y silencioso&lt;br /&gt;como un perro&lt;br /&gt;o de un perro grande&lt;br /&gt;y silencioso&lt;br /&gt;como un caballo&lt;br /&gt;la verdad es que mi padre&lt;br /&gt;era tan alto&lt;br /&gt;y encendido&lt;br /&gt;que me era difícil mirarlo&lt;br /&gt;y cuando lo miraba&lt;br /&gt;me caía el sol en la garganta)&lt;br /&gt;pero de nada sirve&lt;br /&gt;de nada sirve escribir&lt;br /&gt;siempre sobre sí mismo&lt;br /&gt;o de lo que no se tiene&lt;br /&gt;o se recuerda solamente&lt;br /&gt;o se desea solamente&lt;br /&gt;yo no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;nada repito&lt;br /&gt;nada que ofreceros&lt;br /&gt;nada bueno sin duda&lt;br /&gt;ni nada malo tampoco&lt;br /&gt;nada en la mirada&lt;br /&gt;nada en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;nada entre los brazos&lt;br /&gt;nada en los bolsillos&lt;br /&gt;ni en el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;sino mi corazón sonando alto alto&lt;br /&gt;entre las nubes&lt;br /&gt;como un cañonazo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tritone'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-112331800932991094</id><published>2005-08-06T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:50:32.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irracional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que durmiendo se vaya&lt;br /&gt;esta horrible fuerza irracional,&lt;br /&gt;mezcla de ira y desánimo...&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/9832433-112331800932991094?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/112331800932991094/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=112331800932991094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112331800932991094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112331800932991094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/08/irracional.html' title='Irracional'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-112162899728548442</id><published>2005-07-17T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:36:37.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How can this blog still exist when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,helvetica, arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Iba caminando por las calles empapadas en olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Iba por los parques con fantasmas y con ángeles caídos.&lt;br /&gt;Iba sin luz, iba sin sol,&lt;br /&gt;iba sin un sentido, iba muriéndome.&lt;br /&gt;Iba volando sobre el mar&lt;br /&gt;con las alas rotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor apareciste en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y me curaste las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor eres mi luna, eres mi sol,&lt;br /&gt;eres mi pan de cada día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareciste con tu luz.&lt;br /&gt;No, nunca te vayas,&lt;br /&gt;oh, no te vayas, no&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres la gloria de los dos&lt;br /&gt;hasta la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo de ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba desahuciado,&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba abandonado.&lt;br /&gt;Vivía sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;pero llegaste tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor tú eres mi religión.&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.&lt;br /&gt;Abre el corazón, abre el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto tiempo corazón,&lt;br /&gt;vivía en el dolor, en el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor eres mi bendición, mi religión,&lt;br /&gt;eres mi sol que cura el frío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareciste con tu luz,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no me abandones.&lt;br /&gt;No, nunca mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria de los dos,&lt;br /&gt;tú eres sol, tu eres mi todo&lt;br /&gt;toda tú eres bendición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo de ilusión&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba desahuciado,&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba abandonado.&lt;br /&gt;Vivía sin sentido, pero llegaste tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor tú eres mi religión.&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.&lt;br /&gt;Abre el corazón, abre el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, amor tú eres mi bendición.&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres luz, tú eres mi sol.&lt;br /&gt;Abre el corazón, abre abre el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viviré siempre a tu lado con tu luz.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Moriré estando a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;eres gloria y bendición,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu mi bendición.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú mi religión, yee.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú mi eternidad,&lt;br /&gt;y hasta eres salvación.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tenia nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy te tengo con la gloria,&lt;br /&gt;con la gloria, con la gloria.&lt;br /&gt;amor, amor, amor, amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú mi bendición.&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi luz, eres mi sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancion: Eres mi religión&lt;br /&gt;Grupo: Maná&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota especial: Odio a Maná...pero la letra es completamente cierta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-112162899728548442?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/112162899728548442/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=112162899728548442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112162899728548442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/112162899728548442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-can-this-blog-still-exist-when.html' title='How can this blog still exist when...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111888011189456480</id><published>2005-06-15T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:05:59.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Llamen a Freud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/640/sapo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/400/sapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin comentarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111888011189456480?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111888011189456480/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111888011189456480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111888011189456480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111888011189456480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/06/llamen-freud.html' title='Llamen a Freud...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111888008024292200</id><published>2005-06-15T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:07:22.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/640/cao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/400/cao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leyenda: Arriba "¿Reventará el caño?" Abajo "¿Porque este caño ni gotea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111888008024292200?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111888008024292200/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111888008024292200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111888008024292200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111888008024292200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/06/leyenda-arriba-reventar-el-cao-abajo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111887998264557145</id><published>2005-06-15T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:05:05.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/640/maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/400/maze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encuentra el camino y Cere-zón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111887998264557145?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111887998264557145/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111887998264557145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111887998264557145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111887998264557145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/06/encuentra-el-camino-y-cere-zn.html' title=''/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111887941438817736</id><published>2005-06-15T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:52:16.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/640/al%20fondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/400/al%20fondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Lo que ocurre cuando me remueven por dentro. Lo que me gusta de ti es que estas dispuesta a beberte el vaso. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111887941438817736?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111887941438817736/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111887941438817736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111887941438817736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111887941438817736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/06/lo-que-ocurre-cuando-me-remueven-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111873203352148131</id><published>2005-06-14T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:53:53.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El hombre del abrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El hombre del abrigo esta bien protegido. Su abrigo recubre todo su ser, no deja que nada pase o le afecte. Nadie conoce bien al hombre del abrigo. Tras este sonríe o llora salvo que la alegria o la pena fuera muy grande. Todos sus movimientos son controlados, con el control que se necesita para manejar el abrigo. Este protege bastante pero pesa bastante tambien. Es refugio y prisión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camina alejandose el hombre del abrigo, protegido y solitario.&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/9832433-111873203352148131?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111873203352148131/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111873203352148131&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111873203352148131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111873203352148131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/06/el-hombre-del-abrigo.html' title='El hombre del abrigo'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111768643533508417</id><published>2005-06-01T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:27:15.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clone peace</title><content type='html'>Vi mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;del que salia mi brazo&lt;br /&gt;donde estaba mi mano&lt;br /&gt;en la cual estaban los dedos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los cuales surgen otros dedos&lt;br /&gt;y otra mano&lt;br /&gt;y otro brazo&lt;br /&gt;y otro cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;al que quiero tanto como si fuera al mío&lt;br /&gt;y entiendo como parte de mí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111768643533508417?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111768643533508417/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111768643533508417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111768643533508417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111768643533508417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/06/clone-peace.html' title='Clone peace'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111741208725890285</id><published>2005-05-29T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:14:47.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reloj de Arena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pensaba que el amor era como la arena de un reloj. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que empieza  acumulado y que conforme avanza el tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se va escurriendo hasta hacerse nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aun creo que es  como arena de reloj, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es solo que he cambiado de lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empieza de la nada y con el tiempo aumenta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cada vez más, hasta llenarte completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiza antes estuve confundiéndolo con la pasión...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111741208725890285?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111741208725890285/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111741208725890285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111741208725890285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111741208725890285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/05/reloj-de-arena.html' title='Reloj de Arena'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111666087995035135</id><published>2005-05-21T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T02:42:19.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las sorprendentes predicciones de la ventana mágica</title><content type='html'>Las &lt;a href="http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-ventana-mgica.html"&gt;predicciones&lt;/a&gt; fueron correctas. Soy feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tomó apenas mes y medio... ¡que precisión!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111666087995035135?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111666087995035135/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111666087995035135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111666087995035135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111666087995035135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/05/las-sorprendentes-predicciones-de-la.html' title='Las sorprendentes predicciones de la ventana mágica'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111361717133552808</id><published>2005-04-15T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:23:56.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole of The Law</title><content type='html'>Yo la tengo - Painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to have the notion&lt;br /&gt;I could swim the length of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;If I knew that you were waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;I used to have the notion&lt;br /&gt;I could swim the length of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I'd plumb the depths of every sea for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd escape from my chains,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll reach out for you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I had to contact you,&lt;br /&gt;found out I was in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I had to contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, that's the law, that's the whole of the law&lt;br /&gt;The whole of the law&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111361717133552808?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111361717133552808/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111361717133552808&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111361717133552808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111361717133552808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/04/whole-of-law.html' title='The Whole of The Law'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111361477351400223</id><published>2005-04-15T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:52:05.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><content type='html'>1.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuantas veces habré dicho que no tengo intuición?&lt;br /&gt;¿Con qué lleno el vacío de lo que no sé, de lo que no deduzco y de lo que no intuyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo veo las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;quiero ser astrónomo&lt;br /&gt;tambien camino entre ellas&lt;br /&gt;quiero ser astronauta&lt;br /&gt;pero lo más importante&lt;br /&gt;contigo puedo ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cant believe the love i give is not enough to end your fears"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111361477351400223?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111361477351400223/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111361477351400223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111361477351400223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111361477351400223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/04/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111316798461089720</id><published>2005-04-10T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:27:01.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disposition</title><content type='html'>Me gusta hablarte&lt;br /&gt;pero más me gusta que tu me hables&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta sonreirte&lt;br /&gt;pero mas me gusta que tu me sonrías&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tomarte de las manos&lt;br /&gt;pero mas me gusta que tu me tomes de las manos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;pero más me gusta que tu me abraces&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta besarte&lt;br /&gt;pero más me gusta que tu me beses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things about you that would drive me wild, still drive me wild but now in a different way"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111316798461089720?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111316798461089720/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111316798461089720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111316798461089720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111316798461089720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/04/disposition.html' title='Disposition'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111307929370541349</id><published>2005-04-09T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:41:33.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola Salvaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(por maria fernanda aldana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo seré lo que quiera ser... una estrella fugaz cualquiera... viajera... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agárrate bien fuerte de mí que vamos a salir volando... hacia otro lugar... más lejos... lejos... lejos de acá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vos serás lo que quieras ser... &lt;a href="http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/surf-up-dude.html"&gt;una ola de mar salvaje&lt;/a&gt;... con su tempestad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yo me agarro muy fuerte de vos y me dejo llevar... hacia otro lugar... más lejos... lejos... lejos de acá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111307929370541349?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111307929370541349/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111307929370541349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111307929370541349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111307929370541349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/04/ola-salvaje.html' title='Ola Salvaje'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111247455417562721</id><published>2005-04-02T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:42:34.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negocios riesgosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bien, ha llegado a mi esta opción, esta ilusión. Más te vale que esto sea una oferta de paz, un intercambio, que recuperes mi alma, por aquello que deseo. Es demasiada casualidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero si me cagas, si me vuelvas a cagar...te juro Dios que no paro hasta que deje a todos los demonios del infierno como niños de pecho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111247455417562721?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111247455417562721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111247455417562721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111247455417562721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111247455417562721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/04/negocios-riesgosos.html' title='Negocios riesgosos'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111177551254956113</id><published>2005-03-25T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:31:52.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's an Ocean</title><content type='html'>Life's An Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Too much commotion, too much emotion&lt;br /&gt;Dragging me down&lt;br /&gt;Living for today, don't have time to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for the game&lt;br /&gt;Take a line of fickle flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the future&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a scream&lt;br /&gt;I was buying some feelings&lt;br /&gt;From a vending machine&lt;br /&gt;Say that I will see&lt;br /&gt;Something more than I have&lt;br /&gt;There's something inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Crying out for something else&lt;br /&gt;And if someone hears my scream&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a letter to me&lt;br /&gt;Slippery slimy road down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's an ocean too much commotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough emotion to satisfy me&lt;br /&gt;Slippery slidy road down&lt;br /&gt;It's slippery slidy road down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and we'll walk down&lt;br /&gt;Dry those eyes and we'll walk down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippery slidy road down&lt;br /&gt;Life's an ocean, life's an ocean&lt;br /&gt;Too much commotion, too much emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Verve)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111177551254956113?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111177551254956113/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111177551254956113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111177551254956113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111177551254956113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/lifes-ocean.html' title='Life&apos;s an Ocean'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111059129556751536</id><published>2005-03-11T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:34:55.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por Roger Waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, out there in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Getting lonely, getting old&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, standing in the aisles&lt;br /&gt;With itchy feet and fading smiles&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give in without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, out there on your own&lt;br /&gt;Sitting naked by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Would you touch me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, with you ear against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to call out&lt;br /&gt;Would you touch me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart, I’m coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it was only fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;The wall was too high,&lt;br /&gt;As you can see.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how he tried,&lt;br /&gt;He could not break free.&lt;br /&gt;And the worms ate into his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, standing in the road&lt;br /&gt;Always doing what you’re told,&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, out there beyond the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking bottles in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we stand, divided we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Adios a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111059129556751536?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111059129556751536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111059129556751536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111059129556751536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111059129556751536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111032894254930294</id><published>2005-03-08T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:42:22.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's closing soon...</title><content type='html'>Aunque el mundo no está hecho para mí,&lt;br /&gt;siempre nos estamos quejando&lt;br /&gt;de lo bueno y de lo malo,&lt;br /&gt;él tiene H.I.V.&lt;br /&gt;y siempre se esta riendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque el mundo no esta hecho para mi,&lt;br /&gt;cuando veo toda esa gente&lt;br /&gt;que se muere de repente,&lt;br /&gt;a nadie le importaría&lt;br /&gt;si tuvieras un problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque el mundo no esta hecho para mi,&lt;br /&gt;cuando no tengas a quien hablarle,&lt;br /&gt;a quien reirle, a quien llorarle.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estés sola...&lt;br /&gt;realmente sola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene una ola que nos tapa a todos...&lt;br /&gt;a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque el mundo no está hecho para mí,&lt;br /&gt;siempre nos estamos quejando&lt;br /&gt;de lo bueno y de lo malo,&lt;br /&gt;el tiene H.I.V.&lt;br /&gt;y siempre se esta riendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque el mundo no está hecho para mí,&lt;br /&gt;quisiste cortar tus venas y cruzar todas las&lt;br /&gt;fronteras&lt;br /&gt;hacia otro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;hacia otro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene una ola que nos tapa a todos...&lt;br /&gt;a todos...&lt;br /&gt;a todos...&lt;br /&gt;a todos...&lt;br /&gt;a todos...&lt;br /&gt;a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(La Ola - H.C. Aldana)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111032894254930294?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111032894254930294/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111032894254930294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111032894254930294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111032894254930294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-closing-soon.html' title='It&apos;s closing soon...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111032805314728288</id><published>2005-03-08T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:27:33.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La ventana mágica</title><content type='html'>Puedo ver a traves de la ventana mágica,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera decirle que la comprendo,&lt;br /&gt;que ya entiendo como se sentia,&lt;br /&gt;que no deberia arrepentirse de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y quiza asi se sentiria mejor&lt;br /&gt;pero la ventana mágica me dice&lt;br /&gt;que no es necesario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sus predicciones son correctas, &lt;br /&gt;en un par de meses,&lt;br /&gt;seré feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiza por eso es que ella ya no cree&lt;br /&gt;en la ventana mágica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111032805314728288?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111032805314728288/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111032805314728288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111032805314728288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111032805314728288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-ventana-mgica.html' title='La ventana mágica'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111025809447233018</id><published>2005-03-07T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:01:34.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No crees que...</title><content type='html'>Si de verdad me importaras&lt;br /&gt;te llamaría&lt;br /&gt;iría a buscarte, a tu casa&lt;br /&gt;o en el MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Has sonado tu cell?&lt;br /&gt;¿Sonó el timbre de tu casa?&lt;br /&gt;¿Se abrió una ventana del MSN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, ¿no es cierto?&lt;br /&gt;¿Que crees que significa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diferencia de cuando&lt;br /&gt;me lo hicieron a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no tengo culpas ni&lt;br /&gt;remordimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que soy una mierda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K-BOOM!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111025809447233018?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111025809447233018/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111025809447233018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111025809447233018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111025809447233018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-crees-que.html' title='No crees que...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111017552823984635</id><published>2005-03-07T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:05:40.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Sex</title><content type='html'>Me tomó tanto el solo recordar&lt;br /&gt;que habia pasado&lt;br /&gt;Era tan joven y puro entonces,&lt;br /&gt;sabes que me dolió.&lt;br /&gt;Respiro&lt;br /&gt;asi que supongo&lt;br /&gt;que aun sigo vivo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque los indicios parezcan&lt;br /&gt;decirme lo contrario&lt;br /&gt;tengo las manos atadas&lt;br /&gt;la cabeza gacha&lt;br /&gt;los ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;y la garganta&lt;br /&gt;completamente abierta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz a los otros&lt;br /&gt;lo que te hayan hecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy pisando tierra&lt;br /&gt;necesito dormir un poco&lt;br /&gt;Mi cordero y mártir&lt;br /&gt;te ves tan preciosa&lt;br /&gt;No vendrías&lt;br /&gt;un poco más cerca&lt;br /&gt;lo suficientemente cerca&lt;br /&gt;para poder olerte.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito que sientas esto.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo soportar&lt;br /&gt;arder mucho más&lt;br /&gt;Desatado en esta sodomía&lt;br /&gt;Por un dulce momento&lt;br /&gt;estoy completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te haré a ti ahora,&lt;br /&gt;lo que se me haya hecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiras asi que&lt;br /&gt;supongo que&lt;br /&gt;sigues aun viva&lt;br /&gt;aun cuando los indicios&lt;br /&gt;parezcan decirme&lt;br /&gt;lo contrario.&lt;br /&gt;No vendrías&lt;br /&gt;un poco más cerca&lt;br /&gt;lo suficientemente cerca&lt;br /&gt;para poder olerte.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito que sientas esto.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito esto para&lt;br /&gt;sentirme completo.&lt;br /&gt;Un desate en sodomía.&lt;br /&gt;Pues soy testigo que&lt;br /&gt;sangre y carne puede ser&lt;br /&gt;confiables&lt;br /&gt;Y solo este único medio sagrado&lt;br /&gt;me trae paz mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tus manos atadas&lt;br /&gt;tu cabeza gacha&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;te ves tan preciosa ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He encontrado cierta clase de&lt;br /&gt;sanidad temporal&lt;br /&gt;en esta&lt;br /&gt;mierda,&lt;br /&gt;sangre,&lt;br /&gt;esperma,&lt;br /&gt;en mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completado el círculo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cordero y mártir&lt;br /&gt;ésto acabará pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Te ves tan preciosa ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(por MJK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111017552823984635?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111017552823984635/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111017552823984635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111017552823984635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111017552823984635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/prison-sex.html' title='Prison Sex'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111004881354074527</id><published>2005-03-05T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T13:53:33.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No pueden</title><content type='html'>Camino por el sol,&lt;br /&gt;calor, frío&lt;br /&gt;a veces sonríes tanto,&lt;br /&gt;que me haces cosquillas&lt;br /&gt;a veces siento que soy vos&lt;br /&gt;y creo que puedo ver por tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastimo mis rodillas,&lt;br /&gt;cuando caigo&lt;br /&gt;quisiera alguien que me ayude&lt;br /&gt;a salvarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces sonríes tanto,&lt;br /&gt;que me haces cosquillas&lt;br /&gt;a veces siento que soy vos&lt;br /&gt;y creo que puedo ver por tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no no ... las personas&lt;br /&gt;no pueden estar solas&lt;br /&gt;las personas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Personas - m.f. aldana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111004881354074527?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111004881354074527/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111004881354074527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111004881354074527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111004881354074527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-pueden.html' title='No pueden'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111001356140243708</id><published>2005-03-05T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T04:06:01.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First Coffin</title><content type='html'>...porque guardar el CD&lt;br /&gt;de Underworld&lt;br /&gt;es aceptar cierta derrota,&lt;br /&gt;aceptar la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el disco esta&lt;br /&gt;guardado ahora...&lt;br /&gt;el último paso que faltaba&lt;br /&gt;hacia un futuro&lt;br /&gt;en el que tu no estás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiza ese era el ritual&lt;br /&gt;que faltaba para enterrarte...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111001356140243708?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111001356140243708/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111001356140243708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111001356140243708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111001356140243708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/babys-first-coffin.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Coffin'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-111000434737696929</id><published>2005-03-05T01:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:32:27.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Go Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time spent&lt;br /&gt;thinking of ways to die.&lt;br /&gt;Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes&lt;br /&gt;from the sun&lt;br /&gt;I`ll try to be more&lt;br /&gt;open in my hope for our time&lt;br /&gt;Blur the lines dividing what is ours&lt;br /&gt;and what is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Theresa`s been working nights&lt;br /&gt;Say no more, I`m on my way&lt;br /&gt;Blister burned out on the way down&lt;br /&gt;Say no more, I`m on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all go down&lt;br /&gt;And we all go down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swore I`d bring you something, swore i'd make it mine&lt;br /&gt;Hands above my head stealing sunlight, from the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I lost myself when you went away&lt;br /&gt;Say no more, I`m on my way&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all go down&lt;br /&gt;And we all go down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pass on things that I`ve been shown&lt;br /&gt;You`ll see too why I feel so alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;I`ll try to be more open with my hope for out time&lt;br /&gt;blur the lines dividing what is our&lt;br /&gt;And what is mine&lt;br /&gt;Say no more, I`m on my way to the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-111000434737696929?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/111000434737696929/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=111000434737696929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111000434737696929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/111000434737696929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/far_05.html' title='Far'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110991211244733860</id><published>2005-03-03T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:55:12.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitroglicerina</title><content type='html'>Inestable&lt;br /&gt;inconstante&lt;br /&gt;impredecible&lt;br /&gt;peligroso&lt;br /&gt;explosivo&lt;br /&gt;Tanta destrucción en algo&lt;br /&gt;tan simple.&lt;br /&gt;tanta capacidad de dañar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi estoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110991211244733860?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110991211244733860/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110991211244733860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110991211244733860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110991211244733860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/nitroglicerina.html' title='Nitroglicerina'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110991134589983192</id><published>2005-03-03T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:42:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek &amp; Hide</title><content type='html'>He corrido&lt;br /&gt;lo más rápido posible&lt;br /&gt;a través de desiertos&lt;br /&gt;entre las montañas&lt;br /&gt;cruzando lagos y rios&lt;br /&gt;Me he escondido&lt;br /&gt;en lo alto del Everest&lt;br /&gt;en lo mas profundo del Kalahari&lt;br /&gt;en el centro del Sahara&lt;br /&gt;disfrazado de pinguino &lt;br /&gt;en la Antártida&lt;br /&gt;debajo de mi cama&lt;br /&gt;en una cajita de cigarros&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo&lt;br /&gt;siempre me encuentras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como te odio,&lt;br /&gt;maldita realidad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110991134589983192?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110991134589983192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110991134589983192&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110991134589983192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110991134589983192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/seek-hide.html' title='Seek &amp; Hide'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110983061994773052</id><published>2005-03-03T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T01:16:59.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sorrow of losing the object of one's dependence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pigs on the Wing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't care what happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't care for you,&lt;br /&gt;We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally glancing up through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering which of the buggers to blame&lt;br /&gt;And watching for pigs on the wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I care what happens to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you care for me.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;Or the weight of the stone,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've found somewhere safe&lt;br /&gt;To bury my bone.&lt;br /&gt;And any fool knows a dog needs a home,&lt;br /&gt;A shelter from pigs on the wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letras por Roger Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110983061994773052?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110983061994773052/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110983061994773052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110983061994773052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110983061994773052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/sorrow-of-losing-object-of-ones.html' title='The sorrow of losing the object of one&apos;s dependence'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110982708793702138</id><published>2005-03-03T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T00:18:07.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiburón</title><content type='html'>tu tu&lt;br /&gt;tu tu&lt;br /&gt;tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuuuuu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu&lt;br /&gt;tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa paán papaaán papaaaaán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu&lt;br /&gt;tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa paán papaaán papaaaaán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu&lt;br /&gt;tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu, tu tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiburón se la comió&lt;br /&gt;y el mar que era azul&lt;br /&gt;se volvió rojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(H.C y M.F Aldana)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110982708793702138?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110982708793702138/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110982708793702138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110982708793702138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110982708793702138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/03/el-tiburn.html' title='El tiburón'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110974333303673689</id><published>2005-03-02T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:02:13.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsesión fatal</title><content type='html'>Solimar nos conto aquel dia&lt;br /&gt;cuando fue con una amiga&lt;br /&gt;a donde este tipo,&lt;br /&gt;un  vidente en Salamanca.&lt;br /&gt;Nos contó que el tipo era acertadísimo,&lt;br /&gt;y le dijo varias cosas&lt;br /&gt;que le aceleraron&lt;br /&gt;el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos contó que a su amiga&lt;br /&gt;el brujo le dijo, &lt;br /&gt;que la habian embrujado,&lt;br /&gt;por eso, cambiaba de&lt;br /&gt;enamorado a cada rato,&lt;br /&gt;no podia tener&lt;br /&gt;una pareja estable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No creas que hay que&lt;br /&gt;ir a un brujo para hacer eso!&lt;br /&gt;-dijo el tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta que una persona que conozcas&lt;br /&gt;tenga una foto tuya y la vea seguido,&lt;br /&gt;Solo ese hecho&lt;br /&gt;es el que te causa problemas&lt;br /&gt;con los chicos que andas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de oir eso&lt;br /&gt;solo atine a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya! ¿quien es la graciosa?&lt;br /&gt;¡Devuélveme mi foto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110974333303673689?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110965328783479377</id><published>2005-02-28T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:01:27.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean's One</title><content type='html'>Ya esta planeado&lt;br /&gt;el delito perfecto&lt;br /&gt;le robaré una flecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una es suficiente&lt;br /&gt;mas directo que nunca&lt;br /&gt;no puede fallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me sujetaré a tu&lt;br /&gt;caprichosa voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Preparate Cupido!&lt;br /&gt;No sabrás ni como pasó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110965328783479377?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110965328783479377/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110965328783479377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110965328783479377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110965328783479377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/oceans-one.html' title='Ocean&apos;s One'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110955133012312307</id><published>2005-02-27T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:42:10.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Bloody Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday comes alone again&lt;br /&gt;A perfect day for a quiet friend&lt;br /&gt;and you...&lt;br /&gt;You will set it free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see new morning yound your face&lt;br /&gt;everybody says its another phase&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;br /&gt;Now its come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the magic in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see it come as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;and you...&lt;br /&gt;You turn your eyes away&lt;br /&gt;yeah you...&lt;br /&gt;You turn it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its true its never too late&lt;br /&gt;still I don’t know what to do today&lt;br /&gt;oh why...&lt;br /&gt;Can’t I set you free?&lt;br /&gt;Will you...&lt;br /&gt;do the same for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes and sunday goes&lt;br /&gt;sunday always seems to move so slow&lt;br /&gt;to me...&lt;br /&gt;And here she comes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect ending to a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;a perfect ending what can I say&lt;br /&gt;to you...&lt;br /&gt;Lonely sunday friend&lt;br /&gt;with you...&lt;br /&gt;sunday never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sunday", Sonic Youth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110955133012312307?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110955133012312307/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110955133012312307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110955133012312307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110955133012312307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-bloody-sunday.html' title='Sunday Bloody Sunday'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110949272931368794</id><published>2005-02-27T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T03:25:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Si no hago ésto, creo que me derretiría...</title><content type='html'>El cielo pinta de un hermoso&lt;br /&gt;naranja escurridizo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tu orgullo se balancea como&lt;br /&gt;una esponja esperando al usuario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araña, el sabor de capturar&lt;br /&gt;a tu presa viva es delicioso,&lt;br /&gt;no puedes negarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero soñar a colores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabalgando sobre una estrella fugaz,&lt;br /&gt;con la imponente voz de mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;grito tu nombre como el disparo&lt;br /&gt;de una escopeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunge hamster&lt;br /&gt;actúo como un adulto&lt;br /&gt;Langosta vengativa&lt;br /&gt;me arrastras hacia ese lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper, tu que estás&lt;br /&gt;al filo del mundo...&lt;br /&gt;¿Eres capaz de verla desde ahí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentirla,&lt;br /&gt;antes de estar ahí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabalgando sobre una estrella fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Te busque entre la multitud&lt;br /&gt;pero al encontrarte,&lt;br /&gt;mis nervios me traicionaron&lt;br /&gt;y tuve que mentir para escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabalgando sobre una estrella fugaz,&lt;br /&gt;con la imponente voz de mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;grito tu nombre como el disparo&lt;br /&gt;de una escopeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ride on shooting star"&lt;br /&gt;The Pillows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110949272931368794?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110944546003228216</id><published>2005-02-26T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:17:40.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/1024/mano.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/13/1873/320/mano.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se busca bruja que pueda leer esta mano (y técnico que sepa arreglar scanner...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110931439554026923</id><published>2005-02-25T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:53:15.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Venganza de Skeletor</title><content type='html'>Oe, ¿y que fue de U.? ¿Sigues saliendo con ella?- dijo el huevas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, eso ya fue..-le respondí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pásate su mail entonces pes...- dijo el huevas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre imbécil...¿que no sabe que los perros no dicen donde entierran sus huesos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110931439554026923?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110913973338313730</id><published>2005-02-23T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:22:13.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>En una ola...</title><content type='html'>Dejé de resistirme&lt;br /&gt;y me despedí.&lt;br /&gt;Maneje mi auto&lt;br /&gt;hacia el océano.&lt;br /&gt;Pensarás que&lt;br /&gt;estoy muerto,&lt;br /&gt;pero me fui navegando.&lt;br /&gt;En una ola de mutilación&lt;br /&gt;ola de mutilación&lt;br /&gt;ola de mutilación&lt;br /&gt;Una ola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bese a las sirenas,&lt;br /&gt;cabalgué en El Niño.&lt;br /&gt;Camine en la arena&lt;br /&gt;con los crustáceos.&lt;br /&gt;Encontré mi camino&lt;br /&gt;hacia...&lt;br /&gt;En una ola de mutilación&lt;br /&gt;ola de mutilación&lt;br /&gt;ola de mutilación&lt;br /&gt;Una ola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Traducción de "Wave of Mutilation"&lt;br /&gt;de Pixies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110913973338313730?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110913973338313730/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110913973338313730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110913973338313730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110913973338313730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/en-una-ola.html' title='En una ola...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110905161471105267</id><published>2005-02-22T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:53:34.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi pata Manuel</title><content type='html'>¿Les conté alguna vez&lt;br /&gt; de mi amigo Manuel?&lt;br /&gt;Hace tiempo fue a Roma&lt;br /&gt;paseaba por la calle&lt;br /&gt;cuando un anciano&lt;br /&gt;con traje de monasterio&lt;br /&gt;le pasó la voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro con él a la capilla&lt;br /&gt;lo siguió por un sótano&lt;br /&gt;y en unas catacumbas&lt;br /&gt;abrió un cofre que habia&lt;br /&gt;al final de un pasillo&lt;br /&gt;y el anciano se la dió.&lt;br /&gt;Toma-le dijo- te la mereces.&lt;br /&gt;¿Que es?-pregunto Manuel&lt;br /&gt;Mírala bien...-le respondió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salieron hacia la capilla&lt;br /&gt;y luego a la calle&lt;br /&gt;finalmente, a la luz,&lt;br /&gt;Manuel pudo ver lo que era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia una hoja&lt;br /&gt;de papel grueso,&lt;br /&gt;leyó lo que decía.&lt;br /&gt;Estaba en latín&lt;br /&gt;(pero Manuel sabía &lt;br /&gt;algo de latín).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era un texto de&lt;br /&gt;la Edad Media&lt;br /&gt;lo miró bien...&lt;br /&gt;¡Era una entrada al Cielo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel miró al anciano&lt;br /&gt;éste le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;"Con esta entrada,&lt;br /&gt;las puertas se te abrirán".&lt;br /&gt;Y desapareció,&lt;br /&gt;en un parpadeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emocionado&lt;br /&gt;Manuel guardó esa entrada&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera oro.&lt;br /&gt;Recién nos lo contó&lt;br /&gt;el año pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, me lo volví a encontrar&lt;br /&gt;y me contó lo siguiente,&lt;br /&gt;el dia de San Valentín&lt;br /&gt;su enamorada quiso&lt;br /&gt;terminar con él,&lt;br /&gt;asi que para evitarlo&lt;br /&gt;cambió su entrada al Cielo&lt;br /&gt;por un par de entradas&lt;br /&gt;al concierto de Juanes,&lt;br /&gt;al que su enamorada quería ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...buen pata es Manuel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110905161471105267?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110905161471105267/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110905161471105267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110905161471105267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110905161471105267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/mi-pata-manuel.html' title='Mi pata Manuel'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110905021598872945</id><published>2005-02-22T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:30:15.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Flew Over the Cuckoo´s Nest</title><content type='html'>Soñe que volaba&lt;br /&gt;por el cielo&lt;br /&gt;entre las nubes&lt;br /&gt;era libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto&lt;br /&gt;Soñe que empecé a caer&lt;br /&gt;la velocidad era &lt;br /&gt;asombrosa&lt;br /&gt;la caida parecía&lt;br /&gt;no tener fin&lt;br /&gt;vi la tierra acercarse&lt;br /&gt;y finalmente&lt;br /&gt;choqué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñe que estaba&lt;br /&gt;en el piso&lt;br /&gt;cada parte de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;estaba rota&lt;br /&gt;mi columna se habia&lt;br /&gt;partido&lt;br /&gt;y no sentía nada&lt;br /&gt;ni dolor&lt;br /&gt;ni placer&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que no era un sueño&lt;br /&gt;era un recuerdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110905021598872945?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110905021598872945/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110896263009253988</id><published>2005-02-20T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:10:30.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A part of me gets sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lifter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Been giving god, I’ve been on fire&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just like you&lt;br /&gt;Then I’d be cool, maybe not -- but&lt;br /&gt;We lift our eyes, big suprise&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye -- whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you being here&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been getting fear -- been unborn&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could feel like you&lt;br /&gt;When I fuck like you --- being sore -- but&lt;br /&gt;We lift our eyes, big suprise&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make you burn all that you worked for&lt;br /&gt;Every now I want into her&lt;br /&gt;And I will fuckin must stop&lt;br /&gt;I will never get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Inside I found her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gift of mine, resing restring unwind, eyes are closed&lt;br /&gt;A part of me gets pissed, a part of me gets sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me gets sick, a part of me gets sore&lt;br /&gt;A part of me gets sick, a part of me gets -- inside I’m burned&lt;br /&gt;A part of me gets sore, a part of me gets sick&lt;br /&gt;A part of me gets sore, so fuckin sick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compuesto por Chino Moreno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110896263009253988?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110896263009253988/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110896263009253988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110896263009253988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110896263009253988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/part-of-me-gets-sick.html' title='A part of me gets sick...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110884723448770583</id><published>2005-02-19T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:07:14.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside &amp; Outside</title><content type='html'>Ahh, el mundo&lt;br /&gt;que lugar tan maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;para vivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es posible merecerse&lt;br /&gt;habitar en un lugar asi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿De que manera pagaremos&lt;br /&gt;semejante lujo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110884723448770583?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110884723448770583/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110884723448770583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110884723448770583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110884723448770583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/inside-outside.html' title='Inside &amp; Outside'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110884400451064977</id><published>2005-02-19T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:13:24.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The common life</title><content type='html'>Muriat tenía toda la razón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110884400451064977?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110884400451064977/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110884400451064977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110884400451064977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110884400451064977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/common-life.html' title='The common life'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110878495624030968</id><published>2005-02-18T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:49:16.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is life</title><content type='html'>Se dice que una persona, &lt;br /&gt;o está viviendo, &lt;br /&gt;o está muriendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está viviendo cuando &lt;br /&gt;hace lo que desea&lt;br /&gt;y está muriendo&lt;br /&gt;cuando hace &lt;br /&gt;todo lo contrario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que haces tú?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110878495624030968?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110878495624030968/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110878495624030968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110878495624030968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110878495624030968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-life.html' title='Life is life'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110878394339725768</id><published>2005-02-18T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:32:23.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿La verdad sale del corazón?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tourette's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por K.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May day, everyday, is my day!&lt;br /&gt;Could've had a heart attack, my heart!&lt;br /&gt;He don't know heads or tails, my heart!&lt;br /&gt;We all want something fair, my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of town, out of fire, is my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;He don't know heads or tails, my heart!&lt;br /&gt;One more at the phone, my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;One more, at the phone, my heart! Hey!...Hey!... Heeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean heart! &lt;br /&gt;Cold heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110878394339725768?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110878394339725768/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110878394339725768&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110878394339725768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110878394339725768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/la-verdad-sale-del-corazn.html' title='¿La verdad sale del corazón?'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110869554707043130</id><published>2005-02-17T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:59:07.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defer, defer, to the Lord High Executioner!</title><content type='html'>El resto es la locura del dolor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Avatar --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110869554707043130?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110869554707043130/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110869554707043130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110869554707043130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110869554707043130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/defer-defer-to-lord-high-executioner.html' title='Defer, defer, to the Lord High Executioner!'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110869316013495402</id><published>2005-02-17T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:19:20.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the Lord High Executioner!</title><content type='html'>Trabajamos a oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;hacemos lo que podemos,&lt;br /&gt;damos lo que tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;La duda es nuestra pasion&lt;br /&gt;y la pasion es nuestro trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;El resto es la locura del arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             --Henry James--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110869316013495402?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110869316013495402/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110869316013495402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110869316013495402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110869316013495402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/behold-lord-high-executioner.html' title='Behold the Lord High Executioner!'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110859276106606369</id><published>2005-02-16T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:26:01.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan de cada día</title><content type='html'>Ella ya no alimenta nada&lt;br /&gt;en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvo mi lascivia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110859276106606369?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110859276106606369/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110859276106606369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110859276106606369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110859276106606369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/pan-de-cada-da.html' title='Pan de cada día'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110852672755482008</id><published>2005-02-15T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:05:27.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Underworld</title><content type='html'>Siempre te gustaron los vampiros&lt;br /&gt;y aunque dijiste que hubieras&lt;br /&gt;querido ser una&lt;br /&gt;nunca te presté atención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora creo que puede ser posible&lt;br /&gt;que te hayas convertido en lo que&lt;br /&gt;querias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque por mas que intento enterrarte&lt;br /&gt;parecer que te las arreglas para regresar.&lt;br /&gt;Chupando lo poco que me queda de vida&lt;br /&gt;en cada visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiza este haciendo algo mal&lt;br /&gt;algo que falta en el ritual de tu entierro&lt;br /&gt;puede que sea tu disco el que me llama&lt;br /&gt;aquel que sigue empolvándose&lt;br /&gt;en mi mesa de noche,&lt;br /&gt;y que por razones que no&lt;br /&gt;puedo comprender,&lt;br /&gt;aun no logro botar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras seguire recibiendo tus visitas&lt;br /&gt;hasta que cambie de sabor&lt;br /&gt;pero ese dia dificilemente vendrá&lt;br /&gt;porque soy victima de una maldición&lt;br /&gt;peor que la de un vampiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te lamentarás de tus pesares&lt;br /&gt;pero ante mi&lt;br /&gt;vives en el mejor de los mundos&lt;br /&gt;escoge el peor que puedas&lt;br /&gt;alli no estoy yo&lt;br /&gt;sino varios pisos por debajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La maldición del vampiro... já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110852672755482008?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110852672755482008/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110852672755482008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110852672755482008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110852672755482008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/underworld.html' title='Underworld'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110852589551406411</id><published>2005-02-15T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:51:35.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;En mi casita tras el muro, el dia de San Valentín y el de Halloween se parecen. Ese dia, los fantasmas salen a tocar el timbre. Gritan ¡San Valentiiiin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer por la noche, me quede dormido. Entonces llegaste tú y tocaste el timbre, pero nadie te abrió. Cuando desperte por la mañana, me habian pintarrajeado toda la fachada que da al cementerio, habian tirado huevos podridos a las ventanas, y una inmensa U.  pintada con tiza en la puerta, para avisarme que tocaste y que paseaste por ahi, y no te preste atención.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110852589551406411?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110852589551406411/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110852589551406411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110852589551406411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110852589551406411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110844652542761533</id><published>2005-02-15T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:48:45.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere near</title><content type='html'>Do you know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;How I feel about you &lt;br /&gt;Do you know this is real &lt;br /&gt;How I feel around you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you look at me &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure of anything &lt;br /&gt;All I know is when you smile &lt;br /&gt;I believe in everything &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I dream &lt;br /&gt;How I dream about you &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Do you know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;How I feel about you &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't take much to tell &lt;br /&gt;That I love, oh, I... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is here, but you're nowhere near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110844652542761533?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110844652542761533/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110844652542761533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110844652542761533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110844652542761533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/nowhere-near.html' title='Nowhere near'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110833480984988315</id><published>2005-02-13T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:46:49.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conduciendo hacia tu corazón por los pedregosos caminos del amor donde todo vale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Caries (H.C. y M.F. Aldana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo comenzó&lt;br /&gt;mirándonos, mirándonos, mirándonos&lt;br /&gt;yo en mi timidez&lt;br /&gt;ahogándome, ahogándome, ahogándome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te gustan mis dientes&lt;br /&gt;Te gustan mis dientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soporto más&lt;br /&gt;Hablame, hablame, hablame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonriéndonos,&lt;br /&gt;Sonriendo, sonriendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te gustan mis dientes&lt;br /&gt;Te gustan mis dientes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110833480984988315?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110833480984988315/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110833480984988315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110833480984988315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110833480984988315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/conduciendo-hacia-tu-corazn-por-los.html' title='Conduciendo hacia tu corazón por los pedregosos caminos del amor donde todo vale...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110827605462572433</id><published>2005-02-13T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:27:34.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' Lester</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Supongo que podría estar molesto por lo que me ocurrió...pero es difícil molestarse, cuando hay tanta belleza en el mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A veces, siento como si estuviera viéndola toda a la vez, y es demasiado... mi corazón se infla como un globo, a punto de estallar... y es cuando me acuerdo de relajarme, y de no tratar de aferrarme a ésta, y entonces fluye a través de mí, como la lluvia, y no puedo sentir nada excepto gratitud por cada momento de mi pequeña y estúpida vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seguro no tienes idea de lo que estoy hablando, pero no te preocupes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;algun día lo harás."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110827605462572433?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110827605462572433/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110827605462572433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110827605462572433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110827605462572433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-ol-lester.html' title='Good ol&apos; Lester'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110822911522320991</id><published>2005-02-12T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:25:15.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Donde?</title><content type='html'>Me pregunto en donde&lt;br /&gt;¿fue en alguna operacion, quiza la de apendicitis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿se escapó en alguna de esas veces que me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sacaron muestras de sangre?&lt;/div&gt;¿en alguna borrachera, como aquella del Santa TeReza?&lt;br /&gt;¿fue alguna de las veces que fumé de aquella?&lt;br /&gt;¿o se fue simplemente mientras dormía?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien encuentra mi intuición,&lt;br /&gt;que me avise.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fue muy grande o fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Se dará buena recompensa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quizá se fue al fondo del mar,&lt;br /&gt;cuando alguna ola me revolcó)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110822911522320991?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110822911522320991/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110822911522320991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110822911522320991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110822911522320991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/donde.html' title='¿Donde?'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110809356861321197</id><published>2005-02-10T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:46:08.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Blush</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Sudden Organ"&lt;/strong&gt;  de Yo la tengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stare, will you stare as the final curtain starts to fall&lt;br /&gt;Will you watch, will you watch with closing eyes, with closing eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everyone's a little worried, you know I am&lt;br /&gt;But I hate to watch the days go by, watch the days go by&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another time, another way for the moment, watch it for a sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that I want to shoot it in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days go by, I'm stepping on them all like ants&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the way that they look at you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you, or maybe not a guess, we'll know it after a while&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering just how this will stop, how's it gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another time, another way for the moment, &lt;em&gt;watch it for a sign...&lt;br /&gt;when to be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110809356861321197?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110809356861321197/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110809356861321197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110809356861321197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110809356861321197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-blush.html' title='In a Blush'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110809296541149007</id><published>2005-02-10T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:36:05.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Surf up, dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alguna vez postee que segun la idea de la reeencarnación, venimos a esta vida a aprender. Asi debe ser... Antes pensaba que las cosas ocurren por casualidades y que debiamos esperar a que llegara esa casualidad llegará. Sin embargo, he descubierto que las casualidades ocurren a cada momento, pero que ellas no bastan para modificar tu vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si crees que, como aparece en Forrest Gump, en la vida somos como hojas que nos lleva el viento, deberia decirte que lo pienses mejor, porque a veces el viento sopla y no avanzamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somos mas bien como tablistas en el mar...las olas nos empujan, pero no nos llevan, pasan por debajo nuestro, aunque a veces tambien te tumban. Si quieres coger la ola, tendras que echar brazadas o patalear para cogerla. Es la única manera. Solo es cuestion de coger la ola adecuada y saber como cogerla bien. ¿Y eso como se hace? Pues eso es lo que me falta aprender...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por algo dicen que para aprender a correr tabla, antes tendras que sufrir unas cuantas revolcadas, y tragar algo de arena y agua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¿Alguien me presta un wet-suit?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110809296541149007?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110809296541149007/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110809296541149007&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110809296541149007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110809296541149007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/surf-up-dude.html' title='¡Surf up, dude!'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110791956483906783</id><published>2005-02-08T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:26:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak &amp; Powerless</title><content type='html'>En mi casa personal, la del muro adelante y el cementerio atras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me asomo al balcon que da al cementerio y digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Me alegra verte bien&lt;br /&gt;sobrepuesta&lt;br /&gt;y complemente callada ahora&lt;br /&gt;con la ayuda del cielo&lt;br /&gt;expulsaste a tus demonios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no es por jalarte la aureola&lt;br /&gt;al cuello&lt;br /&gt;o bajarte de tu nube&lt;br /&gt;pero me siento algo mas que curioso&lt;br /&gt;sobre como piensas pagar tus obras&lt;br /&gt;con los muertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdas tus deudas como si fueran&lt;br /&gt;las atroces historias de alguien más&lt;br /&gt;Ahora te yergues renacida frente a todos&lt;br /&gt;Me alegra verte bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tu aureola inclinandose,&lt;br /&gt;cayendose,&lt;br /&gt;y asfixiandote."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro y regreso a mi sala.&lt;br /&gt;Frente a mi, un par de ventanales abiertos&lt;br /&gt;No me muestran un paisaje&lt;br /&gt;ni un cielo azul&lt;br /&gt;sino mi eterno muro .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me echo en mi sofa y digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cavando mi propia tumba&lt;br /&gt;para mantenerme ecuanime&lt;br /&gt;apiño otro dragon&lt;br /&gt;dentro del hoyo&lt;br /&gt;cavando al ritmo y&lt;br /&gt;el eco de&lt;br /&gt;una sirena solitaria&lt;br /&gt;una que me empuja y me deja&lt;br /&gt;tan desesperado y famelico&lt;br /&gt;tan débil e impotente&lt;br /&gt;debido a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien alimente mi perro&lt;br /&gt;mientras cavo hasta la China&lt;br /&gt;blanco como Dracula&lt;br /&gt;mientras me acerco al borde&lt;br /&gt;tan desesperado y famelico&lt;br /&gt;tan debil e impotente&lt;br /&gt;debido a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequeño angel, vete&lt;br /&gt;Regresa otro día&lt;br /&gt;El Diablo tiene&lt;br /&gt;mi atencion hoy&lt;br /&gt;No oire nunca lo que&lt;br /&gt;me digas&lt;br /&gt;Él me ha prometido que&lt;br /&gt;encontrare un poco de consuelo&lt;br /&gt;y algo de paz mental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sea&lt;br /&gt;en tanto que no me sienta&lt;br /&gt;tan desesperado y famelico&lt;br /&gt;tan debil e impotente&lt;br /&gt;debido a ti".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de esto&lt;br /&gt;me duermo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Las letras entre comillas son&lt;br /&gt;traducciones libres de "The Noose"&lt;br /&gt;y "Weak &amp;amp; Powerless" de MJK) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110791956483906783?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110791956483906783/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110791956483906783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110791956483906783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110791956483906783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/weak-powerless.html' title='Weak &amp; Powerless'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110791628737160278</id><published>2005-02-08T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:31:27.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghouls and ghosts again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;¿Nunca se han preguntado porque los fantasmas generalmente aparecen en lugares oscuros y solitarios?Han oido de fantasmas que aparecen durante una fiesta de dia? Quiza haya ocurrido pero no es lo común. Los fantasmas tienden a aparecer en los lugares donde su presencia tenga más efecto...o quizas es a la inversa...quiza su presencia tiene efecto en estos lugares, pues es solo en esos momentos, donde podemos verlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fue un momento, hoy lo vi, ¿tuvo efecto en mí? No lo se...probablemente el haberlo visto, fue efecto suficiente. Días atras no habría ocurrido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al fin de cuentas, por algo posteo ésto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110791628737160278?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110791628737160278/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110791628737160278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110791628737160278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110791628737160278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/ghouls-and-ghosts-again.html' title='Ghouls and ghosts again...'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110773556479484198</id><published>2005-02-06T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T19:19:24.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasías Animadas de Ayer y Hoy</title><content type='html'>Mi ilusión&lt;br /&gt;ahora grande y fuerte&lt;br /&gt;corre por toda la casa&lt;br /&gt;desde el borde del muro&lt;br /&gt;hasta el viejo cementerio&lt;br /&gt;llena de energía&lt;br /&gt;alimentada de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;baila sobre las viejas tumbas&lt;br /&gt;patea las flores que alguna vez les puse&lt;br /&gt;y baila y les dice:&lt;br /&gt;"ustedes no son más que&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo muertos,&lt;br /&gt;y bailaré sobre sus tumbas&lt;br /&gt;hasta que la realidad me aplaste&lt;br /&gt;a mi también&lt;br /&gt;y termine enterrada junto a ustedes&lt;br /&gt;o todo&lt;br /&gt;-la casa, el viejo cementerio&lt;br /&gt;y el muro-&lt;br /&gt;se venga abajo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto, el grito sigue&lt;br /&gt;dándose cabezazos contra el muro&lt;br /&gt;y la ilusión baila a ese ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110773556479484198?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110773556479484198/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110773556479484198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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nacimiento,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca en su vida han visto nada,&lt;br /&gt;cuando sueñan...&lt;br /&gt;¿Que ven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110766879691464004?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110766879691464004/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110766879691464004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110766879691464004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110766879691464004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/la-vida-es-sueo.html' title='La vida es 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fuego, incendiate &lt;br /&gt;tu no eres nada, muerete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posteado por Purplemoon en Ociojoven.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110767068786388564?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110767068786388564/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110767068786388564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110767068786388564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110767068786388564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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down&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say "I do"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Then you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;When you turn your long &lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt; hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110758836643197895?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110758836643197895/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110758836643197895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;por Richard D. James (Aphex Twin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110749033145941230?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110749033145941230/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110749033145941230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110749033145941230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110749033145941230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/ven-con-papi.html' title='Ven con papi'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110741115687380420</id><published>2005-02-03T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T01:12:36.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Sematary</title><content type='html'>Vivo en una casita poco tradicional&lt;br /&gt;tiene una sala comoda&lt;br /&gt;y unas escaleras que llevan al sotano&lt;br /&gt;donde hay una celda reforzada,&lt;br /&gt;donde hay un loco encerrado que patea dia y noche&lt;br /&gt;al frente, un muro inmenso, alto, ancho y macizo&lt;br /&gt;irrompible&lt;br /&gt;y atras&lt;br /&gt;un cementerio&lt;br /&gt;donde enterré mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;los clavé bien con una estaca&lt;br /&gt;no vaya a ser que se levanten&lt;br /&gt;...a veces me acuerdo y les llevo flores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110741115687380420?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110741115687380420/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110741115687380420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110741115687380420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110741115687380420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/pet-sematary.html' title='Pet Sematary'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110730850001427148</id><published>2005-02-01T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:41:40.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my knees</title><content type='html'>Oh no&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, shut up, shut up&lt;br /&gt;you're saturating me&lt;br /&gt;How could I let this happen?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kill me&lt;br /&gt;I am weak and dumb insignificant&lt;br /&gt;I could I let this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Im back to my knees".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que imbecil que soy&lt;br /&gt;otra vez a lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;la ansiedad&lt;br /&gt;la eterna espera&lt;br /&gt;la necesidad&lt;br /&gt;el deseo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya desde ahora solo puedo pensar en eso...&lt;br /&gt;ya puedo sentir los asfixiantes efectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...que cagón que soy...&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/9832433-110730850001427148?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110730850001427148/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110730850001427148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110730850001427148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110730850001427148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/02/back-to-my-knees.html' title='Back to my knees'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110723183599963864</id><published>2005-01-31T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:23:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Maldición</title><content type='html'>¿Alguna vez te has sorprendido&lt;br /&gt;a ti mismo hablando &lt;br /&gt;con los muertos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde la muerte de Willie,&lt;br /&gt;me encuentro hablandole,&lt;br /&gt;de manera involuntaria,&lt;br /&gt;como si estuviera aqui conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Abraham Lincoln,&lt;br /&gt;sobre la muerte de&lt;br /&gt;su hijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110723183599963864?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110723183599963864/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110723183599963864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110723183599963864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110723183599963864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/la-maldicin.html' title='La Maldición'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110714769935682520</id><published>2005-01-30T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:01:39.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Casa de los Espíritus</title><content type='html'>Y regresé&lt;br /&gt;a la casa de los espíritus&lt;br /&gt;donde la maldición comenzó&lt;br /&gt;quiza fue el alcohol el que lo evitó&lt;br /&gt;o quizá sean estas paredes&lt;br /&gt;estas barras&lt;br /&gt;este chaleco&lt;br /&gt;estos grilletes&lt;br /&gt;los que me mantuvieron&lt;br /&gt;cegado, sordo, sin gusto, sin olfato,&lt;br /&gt;y hayan causado que no sienta nada&lt;br /&gt;a pesar que sabia&lt;br /&gt;que el fantasma estaba ahi&lt;br /&gt;que como habia ocurrido meses antes&lt;br /&gt;me daría su nombre y su direccion&lt;br /&gt;y me habria dado ese increible poder&lt;br /&gt;ese poder que ahora desearia tener&lt;br /&gt;para romper estos grilletes&lt;br /&gt;y este chaleco&lt;br /&gt;y estas barras&lt;br /&gt;y estas paredes&lt;br /&gt;y llevarme eso que he guardado&lt;br /&gt;que he logrado proteger&lt;br /&gt;escondida en una cajita&lt;br /&gt;cerrada por 999 llaves&lt;br /&gt;tan pequeña&lt;br /&gt;tan delicada&lt;br /&gt;mi última fuente de aliento:&lt;br /&gt;Mi esperanza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110714769935682520?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110714769935682520/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110714769935682520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110714769935682520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110714769935682520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/la-casa-de-los-espritus.html' title='La Casa de los Espíritus'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110701883567993429</id><published>2005-01-29T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:13:55.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Corners of the Earth</title><content type='html'>Mi tia de P.R. llamó el otro dia a mi vieja&lt;br /&gt;le dijo que un señora le habia dicho&lt;br /&gt;que debian rezar por su suegra (mi abuela)&lt;br /&gt;porque su alma estaba en un lugar muy oscuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenian que prender unas velas misioneras&lt;br /&gt;y poner su foto a un lado de ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contraté un vidente&lt;br /&gt;para que viera donde estaba mi abuela&lt;br /&gt;y me describio la escena:&lt;br /&gt;"es un lugar muy oscuro,&lt;br /&gt;se siente mucho frio".&lt;br /&gt;"Hay mucha soledad"- me dijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego intento acercarse más...&lt;br /&gt;y vio a mi abuela...&lt;br /&gt;estaba sentada, tenia cara de preocupada&lt;br /&gt;prendia unas velas misioneras&lt;br /&gt;y al lado de las velas...&lt;br /&gt;estaba mi foto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110701883567993429?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110701883567993429/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110701883567993429&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110701883567993429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110701883567993429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/dark-corners-of-earth.html' title='Dark Corners of the Earth'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110688963587841536</id><published>2005-01-27T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:20:35.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's gonna change my World</title><content type='html'>Seguro quisieras que posteara&lt;br /&gt;sobre domingos de juego en Chacarilla&lt;br /&gt;sobre noches frescas de Halloween en Chaclacayo&lt;br /&gt;sobre caminatas bajo la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;arena blanca y mar azul en Puerto Rico&lt;br /&gt;sobre tocar guitarra con la persona que quieres&lt;br /&gt;sobre ver peliculas con los nervios de punta&lt;br /&gt;por sustancias desconocidas&lt;br /&gt;sobre ver una pelicula y querer abrazarla&lt;br /&gt;sobre tipear un escrito y querer vomitar&lt;br /&gt;sobre cada momento feliz o triste de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ocurre que este es mi blog...&lt;br /&gt;y aqui hago lo que se me da la gana&lt;br /&gt;a mi&lt;br /&gt;solo a mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110688963587841536?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110688963587841536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110688963587841536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110688963587841536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110688963587841536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/nothings-gonna-change-my-world.html' title='Nothing&apos;s gonna change my World'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110680633789777536</id><published>2005-01-27T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:12:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>Reflection&lt;br /&gt;by MJK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come curiously close to the end, down&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.&lt;br /&gt;Defeated,&lt;br /&gt;I concede and move closer. I may find comfort here.&lt;br /&gt;I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;And it's calling me.&lt;br /&gt;It's calling me.&lt;br /&gt;It's calling me.&lt;br /&gt;It's calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.&lt;br /&gt;The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.&lt;br /&gt;As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and&lt;br /&gt;A million light reflections pass over me&lt;br /&gt;It's source is bright and endless.&lt;br /&gt;She resuscitates the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting&lt;br /&gt;And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be down here soothing my narcissism&lt;br /&gt;I must crucify the ego before it's far too late&lt;br /&gt;I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.&lt;br /&gt;before I pine away.&lt;br /&gt;before I pine away.&lt;br /&gt;before I pine away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So crucify the ego before it's far too late&lt;br /&gt;To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical&lt;br /&gt;And you will come to find that we are all one mind&lt;br /&gt;Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable&lt;br /&gt;Just let the light touch you and let the words spill thorough&lt;br /&gt;Just let them pass right through, bringing out our hope and reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we pine away.&lt;br /&gt;before we pine away.&lt;br /&gt;before we pine away.&lt;br /&gt;before we pine away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110680633789777536?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110680633789777536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110680633789777536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110680633789777536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110680633789777536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110670906412536232</id><published>2005-01-25T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:11:04.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edipo o Leon-o</title><content type='html'>¿Si me picara los ojos?&lt;br /&gt;Eso evitaría que viera lo que no quiero ver&lt;br /&gt;pero me evitaría ver lo que si quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando Edipo lo hizo...&lt;br /&gt;¿fue un momento de debilidad?&lt;br /&gt;¿o un momento de fortaleza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Fue decision? ¿o solo estupidez?&lt;br /&gt;Daria toda mi vista&lt;br /&gt;por solo una pizca de intuición..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿...que habrá sido de La Espada del Augurio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;me la implanto permanentemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110670906412536232?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110670906412536232/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110670906412536232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110670906412536232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110670906412536232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/edipo-o-leon-o.html' title='Edipo o Leon-o'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110662766588973584</id><published>2005-01-24T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:34:25.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Lady Of The Flowers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I apologize&lt;br /&gt;he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size&lt;br /&gt;he spends the afternoon, between your thighs&lt;br /&gt;how's that for gratitude, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for hours&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for days&lt;br /&gt;This lady of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;and her hypnotic gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I apologize&lt;br /&gt;she's got vacum cleaner eyes&lt;br /&gt;suck you in&lt;br /&gt;she's got magazines, filled with pear pies&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for hours&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for days&lt;br /&gt;This lady of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;and her hypnotic gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears her tears on her blouse&lt;br /&gt;confused and racked with self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;she stole the keys to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she locked herself out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I apologize&lt;br /&gt;he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size&lt;br /&gt;he spends the afternoon, between your thighs&lt;br /&gt;how's that for gratitude, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for hours&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to last for days&lt;br /&gt;This lady of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;her electronic haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears her tears on her blouse&lt;br /&gt;confused and racked with self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;she stole the keys to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she locked herself out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole the keys to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she locked herself out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lays me down&lt;br /&gt;she lays me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110662766588973584?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110662766588973584/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110662766588973584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110662766588973584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110662766588973584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/placebo.html' title='Placebo'/><author><name>Sludgeman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01338657886629917579</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/blogger/7161/581/1600/Pinhead_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832433.post-110651180285004071</id><published>2005-01-23T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:23:22.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acto de desaparición</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Los Dinosaurios&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Charly García&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;los cantores de radio pueden desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Los que están en los diarios pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la persona que amas puede desaparecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los que están en el aire&lt;br /&gt;pueden desaparecer en el aire.&lt;br /&gt;Los que están en la calle&lt;br /&gt;pueden desaparecer en la calle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los amigos del barrio pueden desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;pero los dinosaurios van a desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy tranquilo, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;hoy es sábado a la noche un amigo está en cana.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mi amor, desaparece el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si los pesados, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;llevan todo ese montón&lt;br /&gt;de equipaje en la mano.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mi amor, yo quiero estar liviano.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el mundo tira para abajo&lt;br /&gt;es mejor no estar atado a nada,&lt;br /&gt;imaginen a los dinosaurios&lt;br /&gt;en la cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando el pesimismo es realismo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110651180285004071?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110651180285004071/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110651180285004071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110651180285004071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110651180285004071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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arranque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por un martillazo en la intuición...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9832433-110627850814268256?l=grit0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/feeds/110627850814268256/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9832433&amp;postID=110627850814268256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110627850814268256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9832433/posts/default/110627850814268256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grit0.blogspot.com/2005/01/sin-sentido.html' title='Sin 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