<?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-4056110</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:38:43.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el soundtrack de mi vida</title><subtitle type='html'>emociones y experiencias envueltas en su contexto musical....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-115075747793985974</id><published>2006-06-19T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:51:18.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend babble...</title><summary type='text'>Funny little frogWe Are the pipettesLike you crazytraigo ahorita una cura de escuchar este tipo de cosas en el trabajo, me mantienen al tiro, pipeetes y belle and s., yo se que tengo un post muy cercano a mi de belle and sebastian pero esta rolita de funny little frog de plano.... esta corriendo en mi cabeza, unas 15 o 20 tocadas mas ya para que se vaya... pronto y quien sabe cuanto dure  esta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/115075747793985974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/115075747793985974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115075747793985974' title='weekend babble...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-114914068144279712</id><published>2006-05-31T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:45:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kind of house...</title><summary type='text'>No me gusta el house ya... pero viene el verano y ritmos balnearios romanticones... se meten solitos... he aqui un post mas romanticon con dos rolitas de fondo... bajenlas..    Fleetwood Mac - Dreams Of Stevie (Josh Patrick Mission Club Mix)          Thunder only happens when it's raining     No se por donde empezar la verdad con este track no se si es la excelente voz de stevie nicks... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/114914068144279712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/114914068144279712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114914068144279712' title='My kind of house...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-114799770056509371</id><published>2006-05-18T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:15:00.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back.... O pamela</title><summary type='text'>hmmm hace mucho que no hacie un post... entonces... quiero hacerlo especial, ahora les voy a poner las canciones para que las bajen... si las quieren...  pero igual es como que para que la escuchen y tripear el feeling que me dan..  no quiero ser un mp3blog... pero bueno igual por ahi va la cosa... mas subjetivo  Esta version de O Pamela de The wake (Aqui en foto) interpretada por nouvelle vague,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/114799770056509371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/114799770056509371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114799770056509371' title='Welcome back.... O pamela'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-114014382262524847</id><published>2006-02-16T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:37:02.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle and Sebastian - Another sunny day</title><summary type='text'>Hoy me desperte con una cancion en mi cabeza, una canción que todavía no existía, hablaba de la melancolía y de las cosas que no nos podemos explicar, hoy le urgi a mi amigo que me enseñara a hacer música y prometí comenzar este fin de semana, tengo necesidad de producir notas, con mis dedos...Hacer Bailar con mis propios ritmos, cantar mis propias canciones, canalizar mis ansias, belle &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/114014382262524847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/114014382262524847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#114014382262524847' title='Belle and Sebastian - Another sunny day'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-113987916156799018</id><published>2006-02-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:06:01.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery jets - Pioneers (bloc party cover)</title><summary type='text'>If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be splitIt's all under controlIf it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turnedAll you need is timeWe promised the world we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregardWe will not be the first, we won'tYou said you were going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113987916156799018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113987916156799018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113987916156799018' title='mystery jets - Pioneers (bloc party cover)'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-113954259405260895</id><published>2006-02-09T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:36:34.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i still have a lot to say... please stay... don't go away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113954259405260895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113954259405260895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113954259405260895' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-113954184229682920</id><published>2006-02-09T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:24:02.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>animal collective - did you see the words tonight?</title><summary type='text'>Disfruto demasiado esta rolita...Un rato ausente por aqui, de vuelta bien chido... con nuevos bríos y con muchas ganas de seguir brillando...Basta de malinterpretaciones y doble sentido, basta de insinceridades y confusiones, i've made mistakes, that doesn't mean I am a mistake...He dejado muchas cosas atrás, por opción, el cigarro, la manía de comerme las uñas, a veces tambien creo que deje mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113954184229682920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113954184229682920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113954184229682920' title='animal collective - did you see the words tonight?'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-113343191875951611</id><published>2005-12-01T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:11:58.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clap your hands say yeah - the skin of my yellow country teeth</title><summary type='text'>No te salgas de mis sueños                      porque entonces si valemos madreRemote control operated left feet,  forgotten about the way it used to be...tengan cuidado con el borde de la cama muchachos... por ahi se caen las ideas, hay que dormir boca arriba y respirando por las n arices... pa que se queden adentro las buenas ideasno quiero decir nada realmente solo quiero seguir escribiendo..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113343191875951611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113343191875951611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113343191875951611' title='clap your hands say yeah - the skin of my yellow country teeth'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-113343134443331218</id><published>2005-12-01T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:02:24.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>matias aguayo - drums and feathers</title><summary type='text'>hay que darnos la mano...       nomas para ver que se siente... voy a robarme esa cuadra que tiene 300 palomas montadas en cable ahi por donde esta el mecanico electrico a una cuadra del ife del rio...hay que tapizar las esquinas de esta ciudad... hay que hacerla mas bonita... le hace falta color... y ver a la gente sonreir mas...si de por si estan re feos... la mayoria... no ustedes lectores... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113343134443331218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113343134443331218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113343134443331218' title='matias aguayo - drums and feathers'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-113343040091546892</id><published>2005-12-01T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T01:46:40.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>escuchando a: matias aguayo - are you really that lost?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;  - - - - - me encanta la portada de matias... excelente disco...y bien ahora... al postes de mi sincera y profunda opinion... de que... NOBODY                               BELONGS HERE...                                                 ANYMOREso please leave before they slam the door in our faces...por su atencion... gracias</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113343040091546892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/113343040091546892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113343040091546892' title='escuchando a: matias aguayo - are you really that lost?'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112962531053978259</id><published>2005-10-18T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:48:30.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unravel -  bjork</title><summary type='text'>  our love in a ball of yarn he'll never return itso when you come back...we'll have to make new love..    unravel rocks... bjork rifa. en una noche con lluvia la escucho evoca todo tipo de sentimientos. i need to get them out... admiro su ternura, me quita el sueño... taba leyendo a herman hesse:" para renacer... hay que destruir un mundo..."  en esas andamos constantemente...tiempo de soñar en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112962531053978259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112962531053978259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112962531053978259' title='unravel -  bjork'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112889135048735822</id><published>2005-10-09T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T13:58:14.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wild ones - suede</title><summary type='text'>Navego mis dias con un constante sentimiento de ingenuidad ante mis propias emociones y las repercusiones que podrian tener en mi interior, pensar... esto le pasara a todos?... ocupará tanto de su espacio mental, o será que necesito mas cosas para llenar mi pensamiento, por decirlo de alguna manera...Ahora... en vez de hablar callo, y todo lo proceso yo, antes lo hablaba, lo que probablemente me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112889135048735822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112889135048735822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112889135048735822' title='the wild ones - suede'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112737099693867749</id><published>2005-09-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:36:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the verve - one day</title><summary type='text'>buscando unos nuevos ojos para ver mi vida...Otra vuelta mas al solOtro año mas...26 ahoradicen que a medida que uno se hace mas viejo la vida le va quitando cosas y de eso se trata envejecer o madurar, aprender a lidiar con eso"u gotta tie urself to the mast my friend and the storm will end"dice la rolita de the verve...ahora me encuentro sin muchas palabras, mas callado después de haber dicho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112737099693867749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112737099693867749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112737099693867749' title='the verve - one day'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112297211795533180</id><published>2005-08-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:41:57.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme some truth....</title><summary type='text'>I’m sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I’ve had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth  No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of hope Money for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112297211795533180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112297211795533180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112297211795533180' title='gimme some truth....'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112159636566437062</id><published>2005-07-17T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:47:49.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half day closing - portishead</title><summary type='text'>preocupadisimo por una reciente noticia...portishead ayuda muchoyo creo en las segundas oportunidades... y las terceras y cuartas y quintas...i believe in people...creo en la justicia y en el amor...creo en el poder sanador de la musicacreo que y ojala y esto sea un mero llamado de atencion de mi vida...y solo eso un llamado de atencionno una cuestion permanente...espero  y creoy rezo a Dios que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112159636566437062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112159636566437062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112159636566437062' title='half day closing - portishead'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112154120725786352</id><published>2005-07-16T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:13:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S NOT NUTS, HE'S CRAZY!!!</title><summary type='text'>asi es sras. y sres. ahora estaba viendo Indiana Jonás y el templo de la perdición en la mañana, tsss que nice... super rolado y desvelado la pasaron en la tele... tiene muchisimos "one-liners" por decirlo asi...y pues un poco de aventura nunca le hizo daño a nadie, defintivamente es la máxima en su genero, Indy es super smooth con la chava no?, movimientos sutiles levantando el gorrito sonriendo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112154120725786352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112154120725786352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112154120725786352' title='HE&apos;S NOT NUTS, HE&apos;S CRAZY!!!'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112145049503249743</id><published>2005-07-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:01:35.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sabiduria pop</title><summary type='text'>Jack Handey de los DEEP THOUGHTS alguna vez escribió:I            hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it.- - 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whispers</title><summary type='text'>You`re waking in the morning   Spent the night trying to bond with the moon   She never loved you   Just a whole wild, two scene, chopped up, splitscreen, dream machine   An alibi for lonesome dreams   I hear a lot of rumours  I hear a lot of stone cold rumours  I hear a lot of whispers  I hear a lot of easy talking, given whispers  About you - - - - - - - - - -muy bien Ian Brown otra vez le </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112122772538558767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112122772538558767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112122772538558767' title='ian brown  - whispers'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-112086031710859777</id><published>2005-07-08T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:05:17.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suede - animal nitrate</title><summary type='text'>Suede va a proporcionar el soundtrack de esta nueva vuelta...curioso como las cosas cambian alrededor, las cosas se van acomodando, se aproxima libertad emocional y financiera despues de un buen rato de estar perreandola...porque escoger a suede y a los charlatans como soundtrack... rolitas como animal nitrate o metal mickey  , stay together,wer'e so pretty ... the only one i know  me hacen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112086031710859777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/112086031710859777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112086031710859777' title='suede - animal nitrate'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111986425826483001</id><published>2005-06-27T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:24:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad cover version - pulp</title><summary type='text'>buena rola...me encanta las letras de jarvis cocker... particularmente esta parte sobre malas imitaciones... que nunca seran tan buenas como la originalAah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrongIt's like a later "Tom &amp; Jerry" when the two of them could talkLike the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111986425826483001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111986425826483001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111986425826483001' title='bad cover version - pulp'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111986367412671203</id><published>2005-06-27T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T02:26:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>space oddity - david bowie</title><summary type='text'>this city is too small for two...domingo en el parque, sali a tripear, a calmarme las ansias y reencontrar nuevos sentimientos y pensamientos, prototipico de un parque en domingo, niños jugando y gente contenta... una niña peinada de colitas mal hechas, morenita un poco sucia y desarreglada de su camisa amarilla color sol [si asi es...la figura viviente de lo "cute"] en su trip se acerca y me da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111986367412671203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111986367412671203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111986367412671203' title='space oddity - david bowie'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111946494900033560</id><published>2005-06-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:58:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elliot smith - let's get lost</title><summary type='text'>hmmm... ahora si estoy BIEEEN CANSADO... i really need a job, me pone muy de malas y depre andar sin jale y sin solvencia económica en la bolsa... (a quien no?) pero hmmm ya llevo rato asi, aunque sería muy facil atribuirle mis problemas personales a mi situación económica... no haré lo contrario...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111946494900033560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111946494900033560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111946494900033560' title='elliot smith - let&apos;s get lost'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111645080101333088</id><published>2005-05-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:13:21.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post super nerdo obligatorio</title><summary type='text'>ahora veremos el episodio 3 y cerrar un fragmento de la historia que quedaba vacio... good times... si tengo el hype y que...soy un media bastard...o como me diria el pino " target audience " bien cabronanticipacion y emoción, me comentó alguien hace rato ya que como me podía emocionar por decir si va a salir un disco nuevo de bjork o una peli o cosas asi... no se digo no me emociono ni me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111645080101333088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111645080101333088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111645080101333088' title='post super nerdo obligatorio'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111645021149440649</id><published>2005-05-18T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:03:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the postal service - sleeping in</title><summary type='text'>estaba escuchando un disco de abba muy malo y el control freak adentro de mi le quizo cambiar al iPod de mi amigo y dije ya hay que quitar a abba (no soy particularmente anti ABBA pero/// en ese momento no tenia ganas de escuchar super trooper ni madres asi)me dice tranquilo guero... tranquilo"no todo es the postal service..."a lo cual yo respondí riendome...bienbien... se me quedo grabada esa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111645021149440649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111645021149440649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111645021149440649' title='the postal service - sleeping in'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111636408237137335</id><published>2005-05-17T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:08:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>agarrense de sus pantalones</title><summary type='text'>tengo toda la intencion de rockearte...si estas ahi... no creo que haya nada que puedas hacer al respectosera como una ola expansiva... hay que ir preparados(as)bien bien</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111636408237137335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111636408237137335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111636408237137335' title='agarrense de sus pantalones'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111601380889818157</id><published>2005-05-13T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:58:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PORQUE ODIO EL NEGOCIO DEL DISEÑO MUSICALIZADO POR IAN BROWN</title><summary type='text'>muy bien solo quiero empezar por decir que Ian Brown  esta re cabron y su musica cargada de emocion solo va a servir para nutrir de feeling este post de porque odio el negocio del diseño1 porque los clientes (no todos, algunos)... son unos pendejos, es la ironia mas grande de Dios es poner el dinero en manos de pendejos, no sucede muy a menudo pero rara es la  vez que he estado platicando entre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111601380889818157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111601380889818157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111601380889818157' title='PORQUE ODIO EL NEGOCIO DEL DISEÑO MUSICALIZADO POR IAN BROWN'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111568769832824165</id><published>2005-05-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:14:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gorillaz - tomorrow comes today</title><summary type='text'>peleando contra la melancolia a espadazos...uno se deja y le gana la cabrona me cae...pero bueno, el estado actual de las cosas me tiene un poco bajo, aunque uno si se anda poniendo las pilas para salir adelante, eso es lo importante, no me falla la energia mas que por ahi de las 3 de la tarde cuando tengo que tomarme una siesta forzosa... ejeje...comienza el ejercicio comienza estable...mente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111568769832824165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111568769832824165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111568769832824165' title='gorillaz - tomorrow comes today'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111459319155403571</id><published>2005-04-27T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T02:13:11.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS</title><summary type='text'>Abro los ojos y trato de enfocar  la mirada, mas trato... mas me duelen los ojos...cierro los ojos y parapadeo multiples veces... hasta que los blancos se recorren a sus respectivos lugares, los azules y los rojos dejan de estirarse... los colores se acomodan...tomo aire.. lentamente, en constante busca de emoción, haciendo un esfuerzo por no ser consumido por la rutina, asi si siento que me hago</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111459319155403571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111459319155403571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111459319155403571' title='FOCUS'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111217400046274756</id><published>2005-03-30T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:13:20.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pulp "the trees"  no creo que haga falta decir mucho mas... ahora... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111217400046274756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111217400046274756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111217400046274756' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111148399453202841</id><published>2005-03-22T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:33:14.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old habits die hard</title><summary type='text'>ansiando sinceridad... conectarme contigo... poder hablar y que me entiendas... buscar en tu mirada comprension y la mas pura de la mas amabilidadessoy egoista... y queno espero nada de nadie... ni de mi mismo...pero no estoy vacio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111148399453202841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111148399453202841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111148399453202841' title='old habits die hard'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111113634661464973</id><published>2005-03-18T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T00:59:06.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeff buckley - lover you should have come over</title><summary type='text'>el problema con ser de tal o cual manera...el problema que uno tiene al pensar que es entendido es pensar que un pequeño indicio de comprensión, resuelve ESE problema de la soledad...but it doesn't does it?intentos desesperados por encontrarse en los demás... o en el trabajo, o en las acciones y consecuencias de uno, solo me llevan al principio otra vez...y vuelvo a empezary siempre es muy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111113634661464973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111113634661464973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111113634661464973' title='jeff buckley - lover you should have come over'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-111101009898687600</id><published>2005-03-16T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:54:59.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time we lost our way - thievery corporation</title><summary type='text'>i left ur shadow in my dreamsesta rolita de tempo relajado, me recuerda a un momento donde el lounge reinaba...y las cosas eran mucho mas sencillas, ese sentimiento de bandas como thievery, st. germain, gotan.. pero cuando estaban saliendo, ahora ya solo son parte del repertorio, era otro sentido al enamoramiento musical, recuerdo mi transformación por el toque electrónico.Me transporta también a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111101009898687600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/111101009898687600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111101009898687600' title='the time we lost our way - thievery corporation'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110947413218480364</id><published>2005-02-26T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:31:54.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el jamon, el meditarreno y la nieve... [narcoleptic -  placebo]</title><summary type='text'>aqui... en la tierra del jamon y la caña, me voy de aqui, me llevo... nuevas esperanzas, memorias...sonrisas... amistades, experiencias, musica, vidapor un mes de jamon y cañas... un mes de amistad y sonrisas, debe de ser mas que suficiente para romper con la monotonia definitivamente, y mas que estar aqui mas que ver las cosas y la perspectiva... y cosas asimas que todo, el volver a empezar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110947413218480364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110947413218480364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110947413218480364' title='el jamon, el meditarreno y la nieve... [narcoleptic -  placebo]'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110888398766355319</id><published>2005-02-19T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:19:47.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>por usted</title><summary type='text'>no es para menos decir, que el dia de hoy, vi el sol de diferente color y me senti mucho mejor de lo que me he venido sintiendo...creo que ya voy a volver...y bueno... me senti mejor por la maniana...ojala y asi se queden las cosas...veremos... que sucede ahorita...todo va bien la noche estuvo increible, los amigos el viaje todo ha estado pero si de ensuenio la verdad...no puedo pedir mas, en el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110888398766355319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110888398766355319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110888398766355319' title='por usted'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110644995723602616</id><published>2005-01-22T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T19:12:37.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>que paso... con... "si no tienes nada bueno que decir... mejor no digas nada.."me la enseniaron en la casa... se vale?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110644995723602616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110644995723602616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110644995723602616' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110543863203943404</id><published>2005-01-11T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T02:17:12.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>supergrass - moving</title><summary type='text'>moving just keep moving.... ahora venía desde mi carro hacia mi casa, volteo hacia arriba noto que la lluvia era controlada por el viento, (todo esto lo vi a contraluz de un farol), y si en efecto, la lluvia no tenia un camino regular y a esto me refiero con que pues por lo general, la lluvia cae de los cielos hacia el piso y fin de la historia, no hay mucha inflexion en esa trayectoria...not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110543863203943404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110543863203943404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110543863203943404' title='supergrass - moving'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110516481944977565</id><published>2005-01-07T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:13:39.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elias and Mr. Lettuce, good times... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110516481944977565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110516481944977565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110516481944977565' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110516478162189158</id><published>2005-01-07T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:13:01.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy chicken, the place of chicken dreams... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110516478162189158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110516478162189158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110516478162189158' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110489940960554678</id><published>2005-01-04T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:30:09.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Año nuevo 2005 casa rafita </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110489940960554678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110489940960554678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110489940960554678' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110489941868892777</id><published>2005-01-04T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:30:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah si!!! feliz año!! a todos!!! good times with good friends lots' o' dancing and happy faces...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110489941868892777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110489941868892777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110489941868892777' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110489786834193661</id><published>2005-01-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:04:28.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people are mean... por eso no tengo tag</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110489786834193661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110489786834193661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110489786834193661' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110377061040697989</id><published>2004-12-22T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:56:50.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>primal scream - autobahn 66</title><summary type='text'>buenas tardes...leer mi pasado en blog es un super trip la neta... es la transformación el cambio una bitacora emocional, de un o mismo... esta cabron, pero ya ya voy a cumpli r dos anios con el... ha cambiado mucho, he cambiado mucho, quiero pensar que para bien...vivo con mas ansiasayer recorde una foto de tino me gusto la ultima vez que te viesa es mi ultima foto de tiquiero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110377061040697989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110377061040697989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110377061040697989' title='primal scream - autobahn 66'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110365876847849836</id><published>2004-12-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:52:48.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>primal scream - some velvet morning</title><summary type='text'>CHRISTMAS GHOSTSHmmm borrar posts no es borrar la memoria... solo es callar una emocionhoy me siento mejor...mucho mejorsun is shining againeverything is okEsperando un dia sin mayor consecuencias, las fiestas navideñas es un momento particularmente muy malo para estar asi hmmm, de alguna manera asi han sido mis ultimas 4 fiestas navideñas, i don't like chrsitmas that much , los ultimos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110365876847849836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110365876847849836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110365876847849836' title='primal scream - some velvet morning'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110327555388590934</id><published>2004-12-17T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:25:53.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gustavo cerati - tu locura</title><summary type='text'>acercate a mi... imprime en mi tu aliento, da lo que queda... lo que tienes... da lo que es tuyo, dime quien eres... quiero saberlo, confundeme... avientame contra la pared, cuestioname, llename, matame y despues construyeme de nuevo,dentro de ti estan mis ojos, no podre volver ya, no podre volver...si eres tu, ERES... yo SERE...damelo, quitamelo, arrebatalo, subelo, DESPEDAZALO  PERO...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110327555388590934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110327555388590934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110327555388590934' title='gustavo cerati - tu locura'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110178631481317195</id><published>2004-11-29T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:45:14.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daft punk - somthieng about us</title><summary type='text'>no puedo evitar muchas cosas... por mas que quisiera uno hay que cosas que pues... no... simplemente no se pueden evitar... ni para que tratar evitarlas, yo creo seria ir contra la naturaleza de las cosas, ni esconderlas, ni cosas asi, ni tratar de sentirse de otra manera ni nada... simplemente asi es y te chingas, que estupida reflexion pero por lo regular asi funciona mi cerebro, exteriorizar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110178631481317195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110178631481317195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110178631481317195' title='daft punk - somthieng about us'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-110065644447794076</id><published>2004-11-16T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T17:54:04.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un mes de retraso</title><summary type='text'>Ha sido un mes desde mi último post, se reviven ansias en mi interior por volver a despertar por aki, cuando se deja de cambiar?, estoy queriendo llegar a un punto, que hmmm... no se cuando voy a llegar, como decir... como se que llegue ahi?, (no te preocupes... lo sabrás) tener confianza en la propia conciencia de uno, no es muy reconfortante, se ha equivocado en el pasado, creo que en el cambio</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110065644447794076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/110065644447794076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110065644447794076' title='un mes de retraso'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109786742183428100</id><published>2004-10-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:10:21.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herbert - I miss You</title><summary type='text'>Desde el día que te fuiste, no hay Día que no me acuerde de ti, y que no me saques una lágrimita al día</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109786742183428100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109786742183428100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109786742183428100' title='Herbert - I miss You'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109786726302310530</id><published>2004-10-15T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:14:08.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bjork - Vökuró</title><summary type='text'>Reconozco la contradicción en mi, pero no reconozco, la mentira... ni la insinceridad.Reconozco la necesidad en mi más no la dependencia...Reconozco la inactividad en dias..., mas no la indiferencia...Reconozco mi fragilidad... mas no mi debilidad o bien la falta de fuerzaEstoy cansado de Reconocer... es hora de ver exactamente donde sucedió todo... el lugar de los hechos... reconstruir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109786726302310530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109786726302310530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109786726302310530' title='Bjork - Vökuró'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109773042700185460</id><published>2004-10-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:07:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Respirando aire contaminado... Trate de ubicarme... jaja, no pude hacerlo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109773042700185460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109773042700185460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109773042700185460' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109752089706356263</id><published>2004-10-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:54:57.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REM - EBOW THE LETTER</title><summary type='text'>Escucho la vocecita de patti smith en la rolita de REM, me encanta...Y pienso en tu mirada, que me da paz, tu sonrisa y tu abrazo que me dan mas vida...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109752089706356263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109752089706356263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109752089706356263' title='REM - EBOW THE LETTER'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109709619854236242</id><published>2004-10-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T13:56:38.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustavo Cerati - Beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Hay VERDAD pero si eres resbalosa y escurridiza.Como es que uno... en el estado de desempleado, como que de alguna manera tiende a ver la vida, con otra perspectiva, Desempleado (no significa que no tengo nada que hacer... notese) no.. senioras y seniores... tengo mucho trabajo, pero  no  soy empleado, por decirlo asi, por ejemplo, de alguna manera me siento mas dueño de mi tiempo, al sentirse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109709619854236242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109709619854236242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109709619854236242' title='Gustavo Cerati - Beautiful'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109541256521879592</id><published>2004-09-17T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T02:23:05.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mi amiga.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109541256521879592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109541256521879592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109541256521879592' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109532394756500583</id><published>2004-09-16T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T01:39:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>portishead - biscuit</title><summary type='text'>no estoy listo todavia... para escribir sobre ti.te quiero.(este post fue borrado 30 veces antes de terminar en esto...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109532394756500583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109532394756500583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109532394756500583' title='portishead - biscuit'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109416427919903756</id><published>2004-09-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:32:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who is it - bjork - medulla (2004)</title><summary type='text'> BJORK MEDULLAHmm si hay una buena excusa para volver a bloggear como Dios manda es un disco de Bjork asi que comenzemos con la reseña de su mas reciente material discográfico... (jeje bien aca no?) MEDULLA.... nota: soy fan de bjork, mucho muy... pero trate de mantener este review lo mas objetivo posible... asi que... read on.      Igual como que, el disco me causa varias impresiones</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109416427919903756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109416427919903756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109416427919903756' title='who is it - bjork - medulla (2004)'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109129799282688189</id><published>2004-07-31T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T11:26:29.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 SONGS... FOR A SAD DAY</title><summary type='text'>   &lt;&gt;Air - All I Need&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Pixies - Monkey Gone to Heaven&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Pixies - Wave of Mutilation&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Oasis - Gas Panic&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Placebo - Passive Aggressive&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;The Beatles - Let It Be&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;My Morning Jacket - Weeks go by like days&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Soda Stereo - Efecto Doppler&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Portishead - Numb&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing  (Featuring David Bowie) &lt;/&gt;   &lt;&gt;Radiohead - Bullet Proof</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109129799282688189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109129799282688189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109129799282688189' title='50 SONGS... FOR A SAD DAY'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109121931374034005</id><published>2004-07-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T13:28:33.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kings of convenience - misread</title><summary type='text'>a ciegas escribiendo, a penas y puedo ver las teclas, todo es borroso, una condicion que no sabia que tenia... puede que se debala cansancio  o/y  las desveladas.... hasta que me alcanzaron a conrar el cheque de mis consecuencias en mi salud... hay que arreglar las coasas ya no quiero comoeter mas errores.... sera esta edad la adecuada para seguirlos cometiendo or a m i just stupid?ojala y en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109121931374034005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109121931374034005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109121931374034005' title='kings of convenience - misread'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-109030906071734551</id><published>2004-07-20T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:37:40.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the shins - saint simon</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109030906071734551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/109030906071734551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109030906071734551' title='the shins - saint simon'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108880015113958038</id><published>2004-07-02T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:29:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shadows of Ourselves - Thievery corporation - The Mirror conspiracy</title><summary type='text'>al final del caminola unica respuesta...era el amor.lo mismo que creia q' me consumía...era lo único que me podía alivianar.la reflexion de que el amor... es una droga...funciona en varios niveles.(y llega a ser chistoso de hecho jeje)jaja yo decia que nadie muere de amor... i was wrong.. varios se han muerto de sobredosis de amor.asi como ha varios... el amor los ha salvado,de una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108880015113958038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108880015113958038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108880015113958038' title='shadows of Ourselves - Thievery corporation - The Mirror conspiracy'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108818937566101235</id><published>2004-06-25T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T11:49:35.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que mueran los perritos...</title><summary type='text'>comparto ampliamente la opinion de este señor... y si ya lo esta diciendo.. probablemente lo diga mejor que yo asi que......gimme dead dogs on film!by Indiana SevI realize I’m not the only one who is bothered by this, but it’s seriously gotten to the point where it makes me sick to my stomach seeing a pet (usually a dirty mutt) survive in a Hollywood movie, predominantly in horror, action or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108818937566101235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108818937566101235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108818937566101235' title='que mueran los perritos...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108815092723471114</id><published>2004-06-25T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T01:08:47.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the gospel according to bowie (david of course)</title><summary type='text'>David Bowie - Rock &amp; Roll SuicideZiggy Stardust &amp; the spiders from marsgracias.. bowie... neta... neta.... gracias... neta...la decepción y la tristeza tienen compañía... la parte del final en que david grita GIMME YOUR HANDS... es particularmente muy buena...excelent excellent song...Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouthYou pull on your finger, then another finger, then your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108815092723471114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108815092723471114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108815092723471114' title='the gospel according to bowie (david of course)'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108812775897098198</id><published>2004-06-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:42:38.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lust for life - iggy pop</title><summary type='text'>definitivamente soy:Which Trainspotting Character Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108812775897098198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108812775897098198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108812775897098198' title='lust for life - iggy pop'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108806886670606870</id><published>2004-06-24T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:34:59.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>algo cambió..</title><summary type='text'>  pulp - something changed... pulp es un grupo que me gusta desde que tengo aprox. 16 años, y esta canción es definitivamente de mis favoritas... el disco different class uno de los mejores de la onda new brittania y un clasico en mi coleccion, de esos que se te pierden y vuelves a comprar... esos son los buenos... escuchar esta cancion me llena de melancolia de mi pasado y me trae un extraño </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108806886670606870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108806886670606870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108806886670606870' title='algo cambió..'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108759107514994788</id><published>2004-06-18T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:37:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wild horses</title><summary type='text'>wild horses... sundays vs. stones DING DING DING!!! en esta esquina los rolling stones, leyendas vivientes del rock 60'ero, imagen representativa del rockstar borracho y acabado... y en esta otra los sundays, indie rockers, voz suave y melodica, musica eterea y soniadora y romantica... comienza la disputa, por la versión clásica de la canción de los stones... wild horses, ahora bien, claro que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108759107514994788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108759107514994788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108759107514994788' title='wild horses'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108637552543158808</id><published>2004-06-04T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:58:45.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road movie - Yonderboi</title><summary type='text'>y ultimadamente que... si tomo malas decisiones viene siendo mi PUTO PROBLEMA NO?, si guey.... aja...seguramente...como nos gusta hacernos los comoditos dentro de nuestro propio espectro emocional y justificarnos aunque sea con cuestiones negativas... como la afirmación contenida aqui arriba...  pero es que he venido a pensar que yo me pertenezco. peroenelfondosequeno... Todo es prestado. nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108637552543158808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108637552543158808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108637552543158808' title='Road movie - Yonderboi'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108565222709102161</id><published>2004-05-27T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T03:03:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outkast [andre 3000 ] - prototype - the love below</title><summary type='text'>ah... a beautiful feeling... this... to be in love, fui a ver a madonna ahora... y pues que nos podemos esperar de un boleto de 100 dlls. pues mas que un show de 100 dlls! aunque yo me hubiera dado un encore...no puedo decir que no quede satisfecho, atravesando hits suyos como vogue, material girl, papa dont preach, express yourself y crazy for you... madonna me hizo melancolizar de cuando era </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108565222709102161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108565222709102161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108565222709102161' title='outkast [andre 3000 ] - prototype - the love below'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108559257684034549</id><published>2004-05-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:29:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la perfeccion y majestuosidad de 2001 una odisea en el espacio siempre me deja boquiabierto.eso es todo, gracias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108559257684034549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108559257684034549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108559257684034549' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108516343612513170</id><published>2004-05-21T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:17:16.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last beat - herbert - around the house</title><summary type='text'>no les pasa a veces que la vida se sincroniza extraniamente con la música que estan oyendo en el carro y todo parece de alguna forma tener un ritmo y sentido?... eso me sucedio esta maniana mientras venia al trabajo escuchando esta misma cancion en la glorieta del cecut frente a la pantalla... los visuales de la cancion... era la pantalla del cecut con sus multiples disfuncionalidades...nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108516343612513170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108516343612513170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108516343612513170' title='the last beat - herbert - around the house'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108491071415653268</id><published>2004-05-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T13:09:25.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interpol - remix...</title><summary type='text'>nada como una buena remezcla de una buena rolita... interpol, me gusta.parece que vienen a los angeles con the cure, the rapture y hem mogwai... y muse y unos que otros por ahi. seria interesante ver eso... y tmb el lollapalooza por ahi de junio en el coors que cuenta con la presencia de morrisey y pj harvey, y los sonic youths... jejeen fineso en cuestion noticiosa de musica... cambiando un</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108491071415653268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108491071415653268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108491071415653268' title='interpol - remix...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108447376587874990</id><published>2004-05-13T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:42:45.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>human condition - richard ashcroft </title><summary type='text'>ah pues voy en el carro... muy campante yo, jeje, DE LA NADA!!! ME PITAN Y ME EMPIEZAN A MENTAR LA MADRE!!! pinche morro pendejo!!! no estas viendo que la chingada!!! imbecil y no se cuantos mas insultos me dijo el señor que no termine de escuchar (y muy para su coraje yo creo) debido a que le subi a mi ventana... y le subi a mi ipod (eases the pain), el caso es que le tocó en seguida de mi en el</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108447376587874990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108447376587874990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108447376587874990' title='human condition - richard ashcroft '/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108395638436121697</id><published>2004-05-07T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T12:04:04.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tu cicatriz en mi - gustavo cerati - siempre es  hoy</title><summary type='text'>he tenido  una semana cansada, con todo y fin de semana paasado... no he parado desde antes de irme a coachella. me desvele viernes..., sabado... domingo ni se diga (por cierto the cure y basement jaxx rifan con grandeza), curioso, mis unicas preocupaciones reales han sido de indole amorosa... DIGO no me estoy quejando, que conste... pero bueno, asi suele suceder me imagino, no les pasa?, que a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108395638436121697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108395638436121697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108395638436121697' title='tu cicatriz en mi - gustavo cerati - siempre es  hoy'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108314039161170656</id><published>2004-04-28T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T01:24:00.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooombre ca...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108314039161170656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108314039161170656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108314039161170656' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108314035601011883</id><published>2004-04-28T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T01:23:24.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no habia caido en cuenta lo exigente que puede ser la vida...que hueva me da a veces...atado y amordazado...i will free myself sooner or later... dont worry...it will happen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108314035601011883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108314035601011883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108314035601011883' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108267851999525711</id><published>2004-04-22T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T17:06:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       	  like someone in love...      Bjork - Debut                     		QUE RICO 	 NO?(CLARO QUE SI... A MI NO ME ENGAÑAN, NO SE HAGAN LOS MUY COOL)            Lately . . .    I find myself out gazin' at stars,       Hearing guitars,        Like someone in love . . .        Sometimes . . . The things I do astound me,        Mostly . . .           Whenever you're around me . . . Lately . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108267851999525711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108267851999525711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108267851999525711' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108257512928437817</id><published>2004-04-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T12:22:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abrir</title><summary type='text'>y entonces sucede.. el momento en la conversación donde el joven sentado con manos sudorosas y uñas cortas tiene que hablar... abre la boca y dice lo mas incorrecto e incomodo posible, solo sonrie, y los mira a todos a su alrededor, con cara de pregunta... y vuelve a abrir la boca y dice: "claro, todo con la mejor de las intenciones" la gente sigue estupefacta... el solo se para y se va.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108257512928437817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108257512928437817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108257512928437817' title='abrir'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108249743100318811</id><published>2004-04-20T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T14:47:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>siempre hay algo que decir... siempre... SIEMPRE! nunca hay un asunto cerrado... siempre hay algo mas por decir... siempre...es algo malo?hmm?si?nono se...en fin...prosigamos....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108249743100318811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108249743100318811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108249743100318811' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108248650236232816</id><published>2004-04-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T11:45:40.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el juego del coraje</title><summary type='text'>En base a un analisis de mi interior y de mis actitudes que me han venido sucediendo, me encuentro a mi mismo haciendome más y más enojón día con día, me estare haciendo viejo?, es por este proceso de constante enojamiento por el que pasan TODOS los adultos y terminamos todos como esa seniora que te pita desde su carro incontrolablemente en la calle a pesar de que tu carroo esta pracitamente a 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108248650236232816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108248650236232816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108248650236232816' title='el juego del coraje'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-108150375625167623</id><published>2004-04-09T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:46:19.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MALAS PALABRAS...ya no se puede decir te amo...ya no se puede...cuando terminó siendo como, la peor grosería del mundo te amono entiendo...ya no se puede... no es permisibleal contrario... es reprimibleno se puede...es lo peor que podemos decir, cada uno de ntros. a esta edad...TE AMOcomo en algun cuento de orwell es como una mala palabra...EL VERBO AMAR... es una grosería y de las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108150375625167623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/108150375625167623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108150375625167623' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107994408687453159</id><published>2004-03-22T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:53:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bajo Fondo Tango Club 06.-Perfume Luciano Supervielle Fet. Adriana Varela Remixed by Campo /font&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind       Quien no ha tenido un amorío dificil o una pelea muy dura con su otra mitad que de plano... lo haya puesto a uno en un estado pues... mal... no? o incluso en un estado donde dice uno, ya ya basta, adelante, a borrarlo, de una vez por todas... esta peli </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107994408687453159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107994408687453159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107994408687453159' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107950809466842285</id><published>2004-03-16T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:24:47.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strudel Strut Aromadozeski Therapy Rae &amp; Christian Another Late NightNunca se vuelve a empezar realmente... siempre nomas regresas al punto donde lo dejaste yo creo... y simplemente vuelve a fluir como alguna vez lo hizo, y se siente tan confortante saber que hay una parte de ti que no ha muerto entre todo lo sucedido...esto es un llamado a la valentía, esto es volver a empezar, esto es hacerle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107950809466842285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107950809466842285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107950809466842285' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107947113404721482</id><published>2004-03-16T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:08:46.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vuelvo lentamente con amor en mi corazon, no andaba desaparecido ni nada solo no habia mucho que decir...pero volveras soundtrack... volveras... sin miedos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107947113404721482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107947113404721482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107947113404721482' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107649419023150560</id><published>2004-02-11T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:12:17.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la otra cara</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107649419023150560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107649419023150560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107649419023150560' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107428492266050222</id><published>2004-01-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:30:35.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>esta historia se acabo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107428492266050222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107428492266050222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107428492266050222' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107389147052745288</id><published>2004-01-11T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T23:19:29.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la otra parte de  mi vida</title><summary type='text'>Prefuse 73 - One Word Extinguisher - 9.- One Word Extinguisher mi otra vida es totalmente diferente... me veo con otra persona... trabajando... quizas un poco mas estable.. no se... quizas con no tanto conociemiento ... un poco dopado por las consecuencias... intranquilo... mi otra vida... es otra vida distinta... mi otra vida se parece mas a un cuento de hadas que a cualqueir otra cosa mi otra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107389147052745288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107389147052745288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107389147052745288' title='la otra parte de  mi vida'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107378740863736086</id><published>2004-01-10T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:20:36.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cambian las reglas... todo cambia...</title><summary type='text'>Prefuse 73 - One Word Extinguisher - 7.- Detchibe   No son propositos de año nuevo son mas bien cosas que he aprendido y ya me tienen hasta la verga... cosas que van a cambiar de mi, de ahora en adelante... (da la puta casualidad que es principio de 2004, aunque me debería de haberme dado cuenta antes...Las reglas de ahora en adelante son:Me resisto a caer en el sucio juego de la desconfianza y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107378740863736086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107378740863736086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107378740863736086' title='cambian las reglas... todo cambia...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107326769123351804</id><published>2004-01-04T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T17:56:28.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>voy a durar un buen rato en el banio desnudo con agua hirviendo cayendo sobre mi cuello... a ver que pasa...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107326769123351804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107326769123351804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107326769123351804' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107272362417481161</id><published>2003-12-29T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T10:48:33.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a un año de...</title><summary type='text'>a un año de haber empezado mi blog, lo volví a leer todo y revisar su valor terapeutico o juarever, me doy cuenta que funciona como un buen indicador emocional de como me fue enel año, muy altibajo, depresiones, y felicidades... muy marcadas... y de plano temporadas indiferentes... de cualquier manera sirver ver tu vida a través de el microscopio y analizar tus sentimientos y saber ver donde te </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107272362417481161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107272362417481161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107272362417481161' title='a un año de...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107246977947579762</id><published>2003-12-26T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T12:17:44.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de vuelta...</title><summary type='text'>la navidad se sintio bien vacia y sin mayor consecuencia que un consumismo desmesurado... fue muyyy diferente esta navidad... hay que regresar a las raices... pensando bien... ya no quiero postear tanto... vamos a experimentar con otras cosas... en lugar de estar ejercitando vamos a esciribr cuando realmente haya algo que decir... ya no quiero escriir sobre mis sentimientos hacia el amor... o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107246977947579762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107246977947579762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107246977947579762' title='de vuelta...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107139356738696808</id><published>2003-12-14T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:20:36.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>en mazatlan, que pedo con el guey del tag... viendo la insinceridad de los ´pseudo rockstars¨pero bueno, que pedo con ruben del tag.. si fueras valiente hubieras dejado tu mail, no ajeres... si no te gusta.. no digas nada... pero bueno, que pedo con eso, que cagapalos, la neta, el tag no es para eso, el es mas cobarde... por andarse escondiendo y bueno, que puede pasar, me vale madre, ya que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107139356738696808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107139356738696808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107139356738696808' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107079714038415517</id><published>2003-12-07T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T03:39:59.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mutek - some guy</title><summary type='text'>me brindasd la tranquilidad que necesito para mantenerme despiertogracias</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107079714038415517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107079714038415517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107079714038415517' title='mutek - some guy'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107069667243906603</id><published>2003-12-05T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:45:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTIVAL MUTEK - DEADBEAT</title><summary type='text'>JEJEJE un live post... tenia que aprovechar la ocasion para postear algo en un toquin... que engrane no?pero si...aqui esta ella en seguida de mi viendo al deadbeat... creo que le gusta ;)nos vemosse ve muy bien todo....se siente bien todo..afortunado una vez mas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107069667243906603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107069667243906603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107069667243906603' title='FESTIVAL MUTEK - DEADBEAT'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107065080905764959</id><published>2003-12-05T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T11:01:06.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bjork - All is full of love - homogenic</title><summary type='text'>mira mami!!! (le dice la ninia extraterrestre a su madre extraterrestre mientras las dos miran en el monitor un canal que nos tienen a los  humanos vigilados como experimento las 24 horas en este momento oservan a unos  bailando y tomando)Mira como Bailan los changuitos...La madre contesta: sii mijita tambien mira como toman y se meten substancias para aparearse...Niña: Y porque hacen eso mami</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107065080905764959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107065080905764959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107065080905764959' title='Bjork - All is full of love - homogenic'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107061402740978265</id><published>2003-12-05T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:48:04.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'> Verve Remixed 2 - 14 - Nina Simone - Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair - Jaffa Remix</title><summary type='text'>Llega a casa y prende la luz, sonriendo se sienta a leer un album de fotos de su infanciava recordando viejos tiemposfotos de la playa, de disneylandiade sus tiosde sus abuelos...cierra el album y se da cuenta que a los 10 anios dejo de tener fotos de ela medida que mas avanza en su vida... menos fotos hay de elmemorias son la foto mas fiel o hasta eso de desintegra...un registro visual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107061402740978265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107061402740978265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107061402740978265' title=' Verve Remixed 2 - 14 - Nina Simone - Black Is The Colour Of My True Love&apos;s Hair - Jaffa Remix'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107044535436520016</id><published>2003-12-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T01:57:20.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>luomo esta bien nice...ayuda a ventilar muchos corajes.. mucho coraje.. mucha frustracion</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107044535436520016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107044535436520016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107044535436520016' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107044495915084509</id><published>2003-12-03T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T01:56:33.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   ONE OF THOSE DAYS...Luomo - 02.-Talk in danger - The Present Lover  8:00 de la mañana... muchacho se levanta de su cama, amodorrado, todavía con sueño y flemas en su garganta, ve poco  y se pega con el mueble... piensa bueno no he dormido bien evidentemente... dormire un poco mas... 8:40 muchacho se percata... que ha dormido de mas... que la alarma no ha sonado, (bueno mas bien si ha sonado...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107044495915084509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107044495915084509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107044495915084509' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107035936067377347</id><published>2003-12-02T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T02:03:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vikter Duplaix - International Affairs - Morena</title><summary type='text'>Buenas noches... el soundtrack va a cambiar...quiero ver como va a ir cambiando el soundtrack, igual lo desafano un rato... igual y no, me vale madre...no voy a dejar de escribir pero el soundtrack tiene que cambiarbien cabrondecisiones...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107035936067377347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107035936067377347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107035936067377347' title='Vikter Duplaix - International Affairs - Morena'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107030325096867018</id><published>2003-12-01T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:28:23.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything But the Girl - Good Cop Bad Cop -  walking wounded</title><summary type='text'>ya va tomando forma el soundtrack sin querer no?...yo creo...esta bonito... me gusta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107030325096867018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107030325096867018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030325096867018' title='Everything But the Girl - Good Cop Bad Cop -  walking wounded'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107027497745309645</id><published>2003-12-01T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T02:37:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vikter Duplaix - International Affairs - 1.-Departure</title><summary type='text'>Es hora de... Bailar!!!jeje bueno no es hora de bailar... pero me gustaria que fuera hora de bailar, porque estos ritmitos... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107027497745309645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107027497745309645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107027497745309645' title='Vikter Duplaix - International Affairs - 1.-Departure'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107024283569164859</id><published>2003-11-30T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:41:27.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>el volantinDido -  7.-Who makes u feel - Life For RentCatalizador de emociones, mira que todo el dia he estado queriendo escribir, ejercitar mis emociones por asi decirlo, la música se ha convertido en un excelente medio para soltar mis palabras... pero descubri que no nomas cualquier musica, sino hay accidentes como por ejemplo esta rolita de Dido (que por cierto esta muy buena), uno se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107024283569164859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107024283569164859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107024283569164859' title=''/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4056110.post-107004397025532297</id><published>2003-11-28T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T10:26:58.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Difference _ everything but the girl_ Temperamental</title><summary type='text'>Post en el trabajoWe always Fuck the things that make us happier"it don't make no difference to me..." (dice everything but the girl...) y pues todo cool, mostrarse indiferente ante las cosas, pero si a huevo, tratando de nomas conllevar la vida de uno de la forma mas tranquila y todo bajo control... no se proeupen todo esta bajo control...Borderline chaotic if u ask me...TODO BAJO CONTROL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107004397025532297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4056110/posts/default/107004397025532297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guero.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107004397025532297' title='No Difference _ everything but the girl_ Temperamental'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05914606662583843425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
