<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> <?xml-stylesheet title="XSL formatting" type="text/xsl" href="/atom.xsl" ?> <feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="es"> <title>Entre tú y yo...</title> <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/atom.xml"/> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/" /> <subtitle>Entre tú y yo...</subtitle> <updated>2008-07-06T21:24:51+02:00</updated> <rights>All Rights Reserved blogSpirit</rights> <generator uri="http://www.blogspirit.com/" version="5.0">blogSpirit.com</generator> <id>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/</id>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>...</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/07/05/86d71febcd83d5aec401f54a6f1fea59.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-07-05:1588009</id> <updated>2008-07-05T21:17:19+02:00</updated> <published>2008-07-05T21:17:19+02:00</published>   <summary>   
 
   boomp3.com  </summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/adfb550f2983ab18f4a3011a71eeadf0.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-218270&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;bb0bad145b8ff0ad58dea68a6965b0d2.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src=&quot;http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bys6d1azy_7&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://boomp3.com/listen/bys6d1azy_7/bebe&quot;&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>Coherencia</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/06/11/coherencia.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-06-11:1571498</id> <updated>2008-06-11T10:54:28+02:00</updated> <published>2008-06-11T10:50:00+02:00</published>   <category term="Reflexiones" scheme="http://www.blogspirit.com/ns/types#category" />    <summary> En realidad hoy tocaba escribir algo distinto pero la actualidad manda....</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> En realidad hoy tocaba escribir algo distinto pero la actualidad manda. &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/59efb5c14ab957e0ef511700530d2529.gif&quot; id=&quot;media-205567&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;f0f2642a9d046fac1bacb324272600a9.gif&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: right; margin: 0.2em 0 1.4em 0.7em;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Coherencia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
(Del lat. cohaerentĭa).&lt;br /&gt;
(…)&lt;br /&gt;
2. f. Actitud lógica y consecuente con una posición anterior.&lt;br /&gt;
(…)”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Otra cosa es que se juzgue comparando situaciones distintas en origen.&lt;br /&gt;
Otra cosa es que las posiciones anteriores sean las que uno se cree que son.&lt;br /&gt;
Otra cosa es que se pretenda ver el conjunto del bosque cuando se está pegado a un árbol. &lt;br /&gt;
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(A M.: Sé que lo intentas porque te importamos y se agradece pero como leí en alguna parte si el cerebro humano fuera tan sencillo que lo pudiéramos entender entonces seríamos tan estúpidos que tampoco lo entenderíamos. Hablamos.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;80&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/zaSjeAmri7/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/zaSjeAmri7/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imeem.com/people/U2ap8me/music/oYh7V8gz/quique_gonzalez_leyva_averia_y_redencion2mp3/&quot;&gt;quique gonzalez &amp; leyva - averia y redencion(2).mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>CALIBRACIÓN</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/20/calibración.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-05-20:1554824</id> <updated>2008-05-20T21:59:51+02:00</updated> <published>2008-05-20T21:55:00+02:00</published>   <category term="Reflexiones" scheme="http://www.blogspirit.com/ns/types#category" />    <summary>   CALIBRAR  
(RAE) 
&quot;(...) 
5.  tr. Fís. Ajustar, con la mayor exactitud...</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/34ea477f5b6912ff5c6e9b9ab5d189b7.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-193261&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;b4e1b7194519cb0ee32f6f6551ef6628.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALIBRAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(RAE)&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;(...)&lt;br /&gt;
5. &lt;em&gt;tr. Fís. Ajustar, con la mayor exactitud posible, las indicaciones de un instrumento de medida con los valores de la magnitud que ha de medir.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. tr. Apreciar la valía, las cualidades o la importancia de alguien o de algo.&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yo soy el instrumento de medida.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src=&quot;http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bz3rtt5&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://boomp3.com/listen/bz3rtt5/eva-cassidy-time-after-time&quot;&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;&quot; border=0 width=0 height=0 src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTEzMTM1NDU2NTEmcHQ9MTIxMTMxMzU*OTI*NyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg&quot; /&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>ESTADOS (II)</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/17/estados-ii.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-05-17:1552066</id> <updated>2008-05-17T10:56:43+02:00</updated> <published>2008-05-17T10:55:00+02:00</published>   <summary>   
 
 
 
 
 DEIXIS EN FANTASMA  
 
 Aquello.  
No eso.  
Ni...</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/02/00/3f85f02ff1c033f4915b061aff589ede.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-190910&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;c6e55f2d02ee13e73b04ba64ce816eb2.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;DEIXIS EN FANTASMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Aquello. &lt;br /&gt;
No eso. &lt;br /&gt;
Ni &lt;br /&gt;
-mucho menos- esto. &lt;br /&gt;
Aquello. &lt;br /&gt;
Lo que está en el umbral &lt;br /&gt;
de mi fortuna. &lt;br /&gt;
Nunca llamado, nunca &lt;br /&gt;
esperado siquiera; &lt;br /&gt;
sólo presencia que no ocupa espacio, &lt;br /&gt;
sombra o luz fiel al borde de mí mismo &lt;br /&gt;
que ni el viento arrebata, ni la lluvia disuelve, &lt;br /&gt;
ni el sol marchita, ni la noche apaga. &lt;br /&gt;
Tenue cabo de brisa &lt;br /&gt;
que me ataba a la vida dulcemente. &lt;br /&gt;
Aquello &lt;br /&gt;
que quizá hubiese sido &lt;br /&gt;
posible, &lt;br /&gt;
que sería posible todavía &lt;br /&gt;
hoy o mañana si no fuese &lt;br /&gt;
un sueño.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ángel González&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src=&quot;http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=e8661jp&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://boomp3.com/listen/e8661jp/silvia-penie-esafinante-crónica-02-ese-fuera-2-464&quot;&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;&quot; border=0 width=0 height=0 src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTEwMTQwMjgxMzQmcHQ9MTIxMTAxNDIxNjg*NiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg&quot; /&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>ESTADOS</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/05/09/estados.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-05-09:1546796</id> <updated>2008-05-09T13:08:57+02:00</updated> <published>2008-05-09T13:08:57+02:00</published>   <summary>   
 VENTEAR  
1. intr. impers. Soplar el viento o hacer aire fuerte....</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/01/01/e417604360c3d532ef17ada7f11fe7a4.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-186720&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;20659110f42935b5435ae0d3aa0680a3.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;VENTEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1. intr. impers. Soplar el viento o hacer aire fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;AMAINAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Del cat. amainar, y este del gót. *af-maginôn, perder fuerza).&lt;br /&gt;
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3. intr. Dicho del viento: Aflojar, perder su fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src=&quot;http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=d5zey6r&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; href=&quot;http://boomp3.com/listen/d5zey6r/jack-johnson-times-like-these&quot;&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;&quot; border=0 width=0 height=0 src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTAzMzA1MDg4NDMmcHQ9MTIxMDMzMDUxMTg*MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg&quot; /&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>Ese segundo</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/29/ese-segundo.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-04-29:1540819</id> <updated>2008-04-30T16:57:58+02:00</updated> <published>2008-04-29T21:40:00+02:00</published>   <summary>   Soy consciente del significado de este instante porque ya lo he vivido....</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/3d866329e7ad34b1fccc2548b66aaf2e.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-181577&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;4bdb0e9486671e5f760d749ff01f7af1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt; Soy consciente del significado de este instante porque ya lo he vivido. Círculos. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src=&quot;http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=bbrqb17&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; href=&quot;http://boomp3.com/listen/bbrqb17/rebeca-jimenez-me-la-estoy-jugando&quot;&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;&quot; border=0 width=0 height=0 src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMDk*OTc2NTU2MzEmcHQ9MTIwOTQ5NzY2ODM1OSZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;A href=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2007/11/28/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Es, más o menos, este instante.&lt;/A&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>Reflejos</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/22/reflejos.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-04-22:1535336</id> <updated>2008-04-22T01:38:27+02:00</updated> <published>2008-04-22T01:38:27+02:00</published>   <category term="Reflexiones" scheme="http://www.blogspirit.com/ns/types#category" />    <summary>   
 
Reflejos. 
 
   boomp3.com   </summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/daa76eca3c70487c1ed1a7b44e050e10.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-177558&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;052c778bf47282585da4de7eee6d5eaf.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Reflejos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;embed src=&quot;http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?id=70268d2f0dfd&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; href=&quot;http://boomp3.com/m/70268d2f0dfd/variations-in-c-on-a-waltz-by-diabelli&quot;&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;&quot; border=0 width=0 height=0 src=&quot;http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDg4MjEwMTk4MTkmcHQ9MTIwODgyMTA*OTU3MiZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg&quot; /&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>Sin cerrar</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/13/sin-cerrar.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-04-13:1528776</id> <updated>2008-04-13T23:23:28+02:00</updated> <published>2008-04-13T23:20:00+02:00</published>   <category term="Reflexiones" scheme="http://www.blogspirit.com/ns/types#category" />    <summary>   
 
&quot;Las puertas que dejan entrar, también sirven para dejar salir.&quot;...</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/02/02/67a8fdbe9acd6037e453fad7958136dc.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-172845&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;465228d7128816ee19a9d81b96478e59.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Las puertas que dejan entrar, también sirven para dejar salir.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;80&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/ocb-4t219c/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/ocb-4t219c/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>El deseo</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/04/07/el-deseo.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-04-07:1523550</id> <updated>2008-04-07T01:02:56+02:00</updated> <published>2008-04-07T01:02:56+02:00</published>   <summary>  &quot; El deseo trabaja como el viento. Sin esfuerzo aparente. Si encuentra las...</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/01/00/81139ce1d6eb5f937c7b007962ec4e4c.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-168777&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;95423db65d09f07853a98a4a52bf9b6d.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;El deseo trabaja como el viento. Sin esfuerzo aparente. Si encuentra las velas extendidas nos arrastrará a velocidad de vértigo. Si las puertas y contraventanas están cerradas, golpeará durante un rato en busca de las grietas o ranuras que le permitan infiltrarse. El objeto asociado a un objeto de deseo nos condena a él. Pero hay otra forma de deseo abstracta, desconcertante, que nos envuelve como un estado de ánimo. Anuncia que estamos listos para el deseo y sólo nos queda esperar, desplegadas las velas, que sople el viento. Es el deseo de desear&lt;/em&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saber perder. &lt;br /&gt;
David Trueba.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;80&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/4-X_S1W94Y/aus=false/&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://media.imeem.com/m/4-X_S1W94Y/aus=false/&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;110&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; </content> </entry>  <entry> <author> <name>pequena03</name> <uri>http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/about.html</uri> </author> <title>Coladuras</title> <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/03/30/coladuras.html" />  <id>tag:entretuyyo.blogspirit.com,2008-03-30:1518642</id> <updated>2008-03-30T23:53:25+02:00</updated> <published>2008-03-30T23:50:00+02:00</published>   <category term="Reflexiones" scheme="http://www.blogspirit.com/ns/types#category" />    <summary>  Quería querer colarme por la grieta de una pared. 
Es demasiado estrecha...</summary> <content type="html" xml:base="http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/"> &lt;img src=&quot;http://entretuyyo.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/9552aeca96ec554a4c53e2b42a34411b.jpg&quot; id=&quot;media-165042&quot; title=&quot;&quot; alt=&quot;ef6ecb821e5ae222b77a054219b0b411.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 0; float: left; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0;&quot; /&gt;Quería querer colarme por la grieta de una pared.&lt;br /&gt;
Es demasiado estrecha hasta para mí. &lt;br /&gt;
No sé si me importa no caber. &lt;br /&gt;
Si dudo, será que no. </content> </entry>  </feed>