<?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-3277107754441197188</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:29:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-_.·´¯`·-&gt;ℓσяєиα&lt;-·´¯`·._-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lorena Lema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12461669748599938199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SVVfZwhPSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fpZj5e_rT_w/S220/Daii-Yo-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-8232448962956242456</id><published>2008-08-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:51:11.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Minogue- In My Arms(Es Mis Brazos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DJ’s spinning up my favorite song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hurry up and get a grove on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Light fantastic and it wont be long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don’t let the moment slip away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause you and I could find a pleasure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no one else has ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feels like it is now or never, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don’t want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do you describe a feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How does it feel in my arms? (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you want it? Do you need it? Can you feel it? Tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How does it feel in my arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I’ve only ever dreamt of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got a feeling this is something strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All I wanna do is move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No more wondering where I belong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So never go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause you and I are guilty pleasure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;no one else has ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feels like it is now or never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don’t want to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do-do-do-do-do (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do-do-do-do-do (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I’m listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How does it feel in my arms? (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah, Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you want it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you need it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can you feel it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How does it feel in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Traducción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;El dj sta poniendo mi canción favorita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apúrense y métanse en la onda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Luce fantástico y no tomará mucho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No dejen que el momento se escurra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Porque tú y yo podemos hallar el placer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nadie más lo puede saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se siente como si tuviera que ser ahora o nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No quiero estar sola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo describes el sentimiento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos? (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lo quieres? Lo necesitas?Puedes sentirlo? Dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nunca he soñado con esyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Siento que esto es algo fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todo lo que quiero hacer es moverme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sin preguntarme más a dónde pertenezco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Así que nunca te vayas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Porque tú y yo somos culpables del placer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nadie mas lo debe saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Se siente como si tuviera que ser ahora o nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No quiero estar sola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo describes el sentimiento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos? (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lo quieres? Lo necesitas?Puedes sentirlo? Dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do-Do-Do-Do-D (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do-Do-Do-Do-Do (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Estoy escuchando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos? (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yeah yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lo quieres? Lo necesitas?Puedes sentirlo? Dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cómo se siente estar en mis brazos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-8232448962956242456?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/8232448962956242456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=8232448962956242456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/8232448962956242456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/8232448962956242456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/2008/08/kylie-minogue-in-my-armses-mis-brazos.html' title='Kylie Minogue- In My Arms(Es Mis Brazos)'/><author><name>Lorena Lema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12461669748599938199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SVVfZwhPSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fpZj5e_rT_w/S220/Daii-Yo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-6307011209473482314</id><published>2008-06-07T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:04:36.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamorada ( Miranda ! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SEsrASgSelI/AAAAAAAAADA/2nTC3s4w23o/s1600-h/miranda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209304677951371858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SEsrASgSelI/AAAAAAAAADA/2nTC3s4w23o/s200/miranda.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enamorada ( Miranda ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Al momento de ser realista&lt;br /&gt;nunca me considere un especialista &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SEsrBWJ3WYI/AAAAAAAAADI/4fUMyVjMH-s/s1600-h/tomadosdlamano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209304696110930306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SEsrBWJ3WYI/AAAAAAAAADI/4fUMyVjMH-s/s200/tomadosdlamano.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo algo en mi cambió&lt;br /&gt;se exactamente como sucedió&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón palpitaba&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que ese hombre se me acercaba&lt;br /&gt;y con el tiempo me empezó a gustar&lt;br /&gt;debo decir que no me fue tan mal&lt;br /&gt;ESTRIBILLO&lt;br /&gt;como de repente todo se ha ordenado&lt;br /&gt;desde que ha llegado&lt;br /&gt;mi vida cambió&lt;br /&gt;ya no soy la misma que tu conociste&lt;br /&gt;entonces, ahora estoy mucho mejor,&lt;br /&gt;porque me dí cuenta que tubo sentido&lt;br /&gt;haber recorrido lo que recorrí&lt;br /&gt;si al final de cuentas el era mi recompensa&lt;br /&gt;que suerte que nunca me fui&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca fui muy afortunada&lt;br /&gt;mis anteriores novios no me cuidaban&lt;br /&gt;me maltrataban y me hacian llorar&lt;br /&gt;y nadie me venia a consolar&lt;br /&gt;ahora estoy como loca&lt;br /&gt;pensando que voy a comerle la boca&lt;br /&gt;quiero besarlo hasta sentir dolor&lt;br /&gt;y someterlo al mas hermoso amor&lt;br /&gt;Estribillo (bis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-6307011209473482314?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/6307011209473482314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=6307011209473482314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/6307011209473482314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/6307011209473482314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/2008/06/enamorada-miranda.html' title='Enamorada ( Miranda ! )'/><author><name>Lorena Lema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12461669748599938199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SVVfZwhPSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fpZj5e_rT_w/S220/Daii-Yo-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SEsrASgSelI/AAAAAAAAADA/2nTC3s4w23o/s72-c/miranda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-6080915069854430267</id><published>2008-04-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:04:36.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SBUp3oK-RtI/AAAAAAAAACY/fttiKlTswzo/s1600-h/daftpunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194103780894721746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SBUp3oK-RtI/AAAAAAAAACY/fttiKlTswzo/s320/daftpunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night i had a dream about you&lt;br /&gt;in this dream i'm dancing right beside you&lt;br /&gt;and it looked like evryone was having fun&lt;br /&gt;the kind of feeling i've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;don't stop, come a little closeras we dance, the reason get's stronger&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with having a little fun&lt;br /&gt;we were dancing all night longthe time is right to put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;you're feeling right; you put your arms around too&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i feel the shining sunbefore i know, the dream is all gone&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i don't know what to doabout this dream and you&lt;br /&gt;i wish these dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i don't know what to do about these dreams and you&lt;br /&gt;we'll make these dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Ayer a la noche tube un sueño contigo&lt;br /&gt;en este sueño estaba bailando a tu derecha&lt;br /&gt;y veia como cada uno nos divertiamos&lt;br /&gt;la clase de sensacion que tanto estaba esperando&lt;br /&gt;no paraba,ire acercandome&lt;br /&gt;como bailabamos,la razon me hizo mas fuerte&lt;br /&gt;no esta nada mal tener un poco de diversion&lt;br /&gt;bailamos toda la larga noche&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo perfecto con mis brazos alrededor de ti&lt;br /&gt;te sientes bien,y tu tambien con tus brazos sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;repentinamente,sentia brillar el sol&lt;br /&gt;antes de q lo sepa,todo el sueño terminara&lt;br /&gt;ooh,no se que hacer&lt;br /&gt;sobre este sueño y tu&lt;br /&gt;desearia que este sueño se volviera real&lt;br /&gt;ooh,no se que hacer&lt;br /&gt;sobre este sueño y tu&lt;br /&gt;quisiera hacer que este sueño se volviera real&lt;br /&gt;por que no juegas un juego?&lt;br /&gt;por que no juegas un juego?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-6080915069854430267?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/6080915069854430267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=6080915069854430267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/6080915069854430267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/6080915069854430267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-night-i-had-dream-about-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorena Lema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12461669748599938199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SVVfZwhPSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fpZj5e_rT_w/S220/Daii-Yo-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SBUp3oK-RtI/AAAAAAAAACY/fttiKlTswzo/s72-c/daftpunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-1018790877618519357</id><published>2008-03-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:04:37.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belanova-Niño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R9QVhyBvd6I/AAAAAAAAACE/8aHAV_xYIBc/s1600-h/1204851730_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175785541864486818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" height="260" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R9QVhyBvd6I/AAAAAAAAACE/8aHAV_xYIBc/s320/1204851730_f.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R9QVNyBvd5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HNYEDjo7KRk/s1600-h/1_2535_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175785198267103122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R9QVNyBvd5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HNYEDjo7KRk/s320/1_2535_38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Niño es hora de partir&lt;br /&gt;La vida me invito&lt;br /&gt;Hacia otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Ves&lt;br /&gt;También me duele&lt;br /&gt;Es, lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Déjame irme,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame partir&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;Amor, sabes que es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Amor, entiéndeme&lt;br /&gt;Amor, sabes que es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Esperare que tu lo entiendas&lt;br /&gt;Piensa, que todo pasara&lt;br /&gt;No tienes que llorar&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas son así&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Ves&lt;br /&gt;También me duele&lt;br /&gt;Coro&lt;br /&gt;Amor, sabes que es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Amor, entiéndeme&lt;br /&gt;Amor, sabes que es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Esperare que tu lo entiendas&lt;br /&gt;La vida tiene algo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Me duele no ser yo&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento niño&lt;br /&gt;Debo de partir&lt;br /&gt;Entiéndeme&lt;br /&gt;Entiéndeme&lt;br /&gt;Amor oh oh .....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh oh.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.d.: Esto es para vs Carlitos.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sin rencores..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pero ya fue lo nuestro  :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lorena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-1018790877618519357?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SVVfZwhPSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fpZj5e_rT_w/S220/Daii-Yo-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R9QVhyBvd6I/AAAAAAAAACE/8aHAV_xYIBc/s72-c/1204851730_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-1769472892760806290</id><published>2008-02-28T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:04:37.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence (Inocencia)-Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R8cJQPHb0ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ft9TKBfygwc/s1600-h/3_520_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172112871598576018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R8cJQPHb0ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ft9TKBfygwc/s320/3_520_36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Waking up I see that everything is ok&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so great&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed&lt;br /&gt;I think about the little things that make life great&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;I found a place so safe, not a single tear&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;br /&gt;Feel calm I belong, I'm so happy here&lt;br /&gt;It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;This is the best feeling&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's the happiness inside that you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, it makes you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliance, please don't go away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay&lt;br /&gt;This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TRADUCCIÓN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Levantandome veo que todo esta bien&lt;br /&gt;La primera vez en mi vida y ahora todo esta muy bien&lt;br /&gt;Despacio miro a mi alrededor y estoy tan sorprendida&lt;br /&gt;Pienso acerca de las cosas pequeñas que hacen grande a la vida&lt;br /&gt;No podría cambiar nada de esto&lt;br /&gt;Este es el mejor sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Esta Inocencia es brillante,espero que esto permanezca&lt;br /&gt;Este Momento es perfecto, por favor no te vayas lejos, te necesito ahora&lt;br /&gt;Y me aferraré a esto, no dejes que se pase&lt;br /&gt;Encontré un lugar tan seguro, no es un solo rasgón&lt;br /&gt;La primera vez en mi vida y ahora todo esta tan claro&lt;br /&gt;Siento calma y que pertenezco, estoy tan feliz aquí&lt;br /&gt;Esto es tan fuerte y ahora me dejé ser sincera&lt;br /&gt;No podría cambiar nada de esto&lt;br /&gt;Este es el mejor sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Esta Inocencia es brillante,espero que esto permanezca&lt;br /&gt;Este Momento es perfecto, por favor no te vallas, te necesito ahora&lt;br /&gt;Y me aferraré a esto, no dejes que se pase&lt;br /&gt;Esto es el estado de la dicha que piensas que estas en un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Esto es la felicidad que estas sintiendo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Esto es tan bonito esto hace que quieras llorar&lt;br /&gt;Esto es el estado de la dicha que piensas que estas en un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Esto es la felicidad que estas sintiendo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Esto es tan bonito esto hace que quieras llorar&lt;br /&gt;Esto es tan bonito esto hace que quieras llorar&lt;br /&gt;Esta Inocencia es brillante, esto te hace querer llorar&lt;br /&gt;Esta Inocencia es brillante, por favor no te vallas, porque te necesito ahora&lt;br /&gt;Y me aferraré a esto, no dejes que se pase&lt;br /&gt;Esta Inocencia es brillante,espero que esto permanezca&lt;br /&gt;Este Momento es perfecto, por favor no te vallas, te necesito ahora&lt;br /&gt;Y me aferraré a esto, no dejes que se pase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-1769472892760806290?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/1769472892760806290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=1769472892760806290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-2463962216023671520</id><published>2008-02-15T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:04:37.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tu Lado-Infiero 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7X5xPHb0XI/AAAAAAAAABk/dqqhN_A-bVw/s1600-h/infierno18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167310771744133490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7X5xPHb0XI/AAAAAAAAABk/dqqhN_A-bVw/s200/infierno18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoy me siento solo sin ganas de levantarme,&lt;br /&gt;me siento vacio creo qe algo me falta,&lt;br /&gt;intento y no puedo sacarte de mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;y pensar en el momento en que nos encontremos los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recuerdo el momento en qe nos conocimos,&lt;br /&gt;¿ quien hubiese dicho qe todo terminaria asi ?&lt;br /&gt;y estando juntos sabemos que la pasamos bien.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa en lo bueno y nuevo que puede suceder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No me digas que te explique,&lt;br /&gt;no pretendo que me entiendas.&lt;br /&gt;No me digas que te explique,&lt;br /&gt;no pretendo que me entiendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(coro)&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico que quiero es estar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;y dormir contigo para que soñemos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;si te llamo es porque me interesas mas que nadie&lt;br /&gt;Y eres tu el angel que el corazon me ha robado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lo unico que quiero es estar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;y dormir contigo para que soñemos juntos,&lt;br /&gt;si te llamo es porque me interesas mas que nadie&lt;br /&gt;Y eres tu el angel que el corazon me ha robado.&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-2463962216023671520?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/2463962216023671520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=2463962216023671520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/2463962216023671520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/2463962216023671520'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7I-MPHb0WI/AAAAAAAAABc/3AD1XM1N-Js/s1600-h/yo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166260102484447586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7I-MPHb0WI/AAAAAAAAABc/3AD1XM1N-Js/s200/yo3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Busco un amor,del otro lado del bosque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;un amor real,q no este en venta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No importa cuan fatigados esten mis ojos,nunca lo encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pero solo quiero un amor real,q no este en venta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Escucha lo que t digo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aun asi el mundo este lleno de pecados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca soltare la mano q me sostiene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca perdere la fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ahora por fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lo alcance y lo agarre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y nunca lo soltare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;siempre lo abrazare felizmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;La fe real esta lejos de ser falsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Paso tan rapido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que lentamente me marchitare hasta pudrirme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sin tan solo pudiese encontrarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;el mundo entero se llenaria de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nunca t he mostrado esta tristeza q me invade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;¿Donde podras estar?,¿Donde estaras?,en mi corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Escucha lo que t digo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aun asi el mundo este lleno de pecados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca soltare la mano q me sostiene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca perdere la fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Incluso suponiendo,q tu sientes lo mismo,es mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ese resplandor nunca se ira de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todo ese resplandor sera siempre mi fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-5228273174881811410?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/5228273174881811410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=5228273174881811410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/5228273174881811410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277107754441197188/posts/default/5228273174881811410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/2008/02/busco-un-amordel-otro-lado-del-bosqueun.html' title='Buscandote'/><author><name>Lorena Lema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12461669748599938199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/SVVfZwhPSHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fpZj5e_rT_w/S220/Daii-Yo-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7I-MPHb0WI/AAAAAAAAABc/3AD1XM1N-Js/s72-c/yo3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277107754441197188.post-8924409258926493314</id><published>2008-02-12T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:04:38.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Strenght</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7I8-vHb0UI/AAAAAAAAABI/r0ykkKKrwYA/s1600-h/hilaryduff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166258771044585794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__RorIRxHP-4/R7I8-vHb0UI/AAAAAAAAABI/r0ykkKKrwYA/s200/hilaryduff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gotta find your inner strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if you can't then just throw life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gotta learn to rely on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beauty, strength, and wisdom, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you're beautiful inside and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lead a great life without a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't need a man to make things fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'cuz more than likely he won't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;listen girl, gotta know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in the end all you've got is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277107754441197188-8924409258926493314?l=lorenalema1991.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenalema1991.blogspot.com/feeds/8924409258926493314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277107754441197188&amp;postID=8924409258926493314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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