tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22038204713162615212024-03-07T21:17:02.913-06:00Cuaderno RecicladoSaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-86883925609395826492009-07-07T15:53:00.002-05:002009-07-07T15:57:46.147-05:00LXIIIMe da miedo la muerte de Michael<div>Jackson, porque me da miedo</div><div>la muerte.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me abre los ojos, y justo cuando</div><div>creia que uno puede ser</div><div>inmortal, aunque sea en esencia,</div><div>veo que no.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cuando te mueres, te mueres </div><div>y ya.</div>Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-74218659266537610642009-04-09T00:25:00.002-05:002009-04-09T00:26:49.210-05:00LXIISi todos fueramos inmunes<br />como Sam, al rechazo, miles<br />de guerras se habrian evitado, y<br />miles de reconciliaciones, tambien.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-9793090397618459222009-02-22T19:19:00.003-06:002009-02-22T19:27:36.319-06:00LXIYo lo unico que se<br />es que no quiero<br />ser yo.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-44923291254150334572009-02-08T04:28:00.001-06:002009-02-08T04:30:26.743-06:00LXQue me contestes en vida<br />las preguntas que te hago<br />en mis sueños.<br /><br />Eso es todo lo que pido.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-79250547963587676072009-02-02T13:11:00.002-06:002009-02-02T13:14:49.461-06:00LIXTengo que dejar de reciclar<br />este cuaderno, si sigo asi, voy<br />a dejar a mis nietos una sobrepoblacion<br />de arboles.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-21857977124480025862009-01-29T00:58:00.002-06:002009-01-29T01:01:05.725-06:00LVIIINo se si no estoy hecho para trabajar<br />o estoy hecho para descansar,<br />el caso es que soy mejor para lo segundo que<br />para lo primero... pero sin el primero<br />no existe lo segundo.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-58470557611358671652009-01-23T01:23:00.001-06:002009-01-23T01:24:40.009-06:00LVIICuanto que hacer y no tengo idea<br />de donde comenzar, no se como<br />dividir las tareas o repartirlas... creo que<br />mejor no las hago.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-89654786073587972352009-01-19T03:14:00.003-06:002009-01-19T03:27:30.665-06:00LVICosas que odio:<br /><br />Los baños que huelen a baño. (Asco)<br />La gente que sobrevalora a los medicos. (Pendejos)<br />El cafe descafeinado. (El invento mas estupido)Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-28236879665279250912009-01-15T23:17:00.001-06:002009-01-15T23:18:15.671-06:00LVNo podia ser todo el malas noticias,<br />trajo consigo una television de plasma<br />de 49 pulgadas, ropa y peliculas nuevas.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-43338170205129632632008-12-20T18:26:00.001-06:002008-12-20T18:27:44.393-06:00LIVEs diciembre, parece que<br />el dinero crece en los arboles,<br />aunque mi papa diga lo contrario.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-14449343111181463222008-12-08T01:24:00.003-06:002009-01-02T19:12:45.457-06:00LIIIMe encanto Daniel,<br />quiza, porque se parece<br />a Fernando y el me recuerda<br />mucho, muchisimo, a mi.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-47843533080254620832008-12-02T00:19:00.001-06:002008-12-02T13:45:52.640-06:00LIIY todavia asi, sigo pensando que<br />el vocalista de los Beatles<br />debio ser negro.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-37874326645014110392008-11-29T02:25:00.002-06:002008-11-29T02:25:55.969-06:00LIEres mejor tu<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">__</span>que la tu de ti<br />que yo invente.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-42716431683969687672008-11-22T01:40:00.006-06:002008-11-23T23:31:53.497-06:00LYo ni siquiera se<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">___</span>que no se nada.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-32950829695392658362008-11-08T04:41:00.003-06:002008-11-23T23:31:35.279-06:00XLIXSi me dieran la oportunidad<br />de escoger, de nuevo, que<br />quiero ser en la vida<br />seria un violador de monjas.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-54649467833562849482008-11-06T01:10:00.007-06:002008-11-23T23:31:16.378-06:00XLVIIICada elevador que decia PB<br />soñaba que eras tu<br />y que me contabas una<br />historia totalmente distinta<br />a la que me dijiste.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Cada elevador que decia PB<br />pesadilleaba que eras tu<br />y que me me contabas una </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">historia totalmente igual<br />a la que me dijiste</span>Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-53066420490286816562008-10-29T12:56:00.002-06:002008-11-23T23:30:54.180-06:00XLVIIAnoche te fui infiel:<br />de pensamiento, un poquito<br />de palabra, 100%<br />de obra, cero<br />y de omision, no se que significa eso.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-73440552308294440812008-10-27T00:30:00.006-06:002008-11-23T23:28:05.813-06:00XLVI<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me voy a terminar todo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">______</span>el cafe,<br />porque si no voy a<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">___</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span>pasar la noche entera<br />durmiendo.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-82743719154336742272008-10-23T21:41:00.002-05:002008-10-23T21:44:55.703-05:00XLVPor ese rio<br />esperanza e indocumentados<br />se atraviezanSaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-7869214981087371922008-10-21T13:35:00.000-05:002008-10-21T13:36:11.728-05:00XLIV¿Como puede ser algo malo,<br />si se siente tan bien?Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-34599128008297404342008-10-06T00:46:00.002-05:002008-10-06T00:49:28.691-05:00XLIIISi me tuviera que ir tan<br />lejos, como para que no nos<br />vieramos dos años, construiria un<br />puente transatlantico (de tu casa<br />hasta donde sea que yo este) y te visitaria<br />todas las noches.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-28001541806002263452008-10-02T23:51:00.002-05:002008-10-02T23:54:30.890-05:00XLIIVamos a perdernos de todo<br />el mundo, y luego de ti, y<br />luego de mi.<br /><br />(y luego de mi, y<br />luego de ti.)Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-16393267685576694602008-09-21T01:14:00.000-05:002008-09-21T01:15:28.070-05:00XLIWhen I think about you,<br />all I can think about,<br />its you.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-30522113824814531832008-09-11T19:23:00.000-05:002008-09-11T19:24:06.092-05:00XLEl pene, solo es una cualidad<br />en el hombre, cuando es<br />sustituido por el cerebro.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203820471316261521.post-29251123102711264272008-09-11T00:41:00.001-05:002008-09-11T00:43:13.238-05:00XXXIXYa no puedo seguir viviendo<br />en una ciudad donde las calles<br />estan mas sucias que las consciencias<br />de sus habitantes.Saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342148276338467431noreply@blogger.com2