<?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-6783161613869090526</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:39:21.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi blog (o el Blog de Chucho)</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamientos ordinarios de una menta complicada</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7037353267623039220</id><published>2009-07-30T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:00:17.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul Tiernan – How To Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No precisamente el tipo de mudanza que me gustaría, pero este blog cambia de aires. Ahora lo podrán encontrar &lt;a href="http://jesuspz.wordpress.com/"&gt;aquí&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El cambio es nada más para poder postear desde el trabajo, ya que paso muchas horas allá y el blogger lo tienen bloqueado. Espero que disfruten el cambio.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto otro tipo de mudanza, aunque primero habrá que definir pronto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7037353267623039220?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7037353267623039220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7037353267623039220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7037353267623039220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7037353267623039220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-mudo.html' title='Me mudo'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-584513960256797095</id><published>2009-07-27T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:23:43.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Campesinos! – Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué parece que la gente se esfuerza en regresarte a mi vida aunque sea en pensamiento? ¿Por qué? Afortunadamente ya no te significas nada para mí y no me molesta que lo hagan, pero si me incómoda un poco.&lt;br /&gt;Y cambiando un poco de tema y regresando a mi poca coherencia, que buenos recuerdos me trae Budapest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-584513960256797095?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/584513960256797095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=584513960256797095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/584513960256797095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/584513960256797095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-sentido.html' title='Sin sentido'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8297247406932143518</id><published>2009-07-23T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:27:13.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>En el tráfico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolfmother – Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía pensado hacer un post para quejarme amargamente de cómo tienen bloqueado blogger en el trabajo y no puedo postear absolutamente nada desde la oficina. Pero en el camino de regreso a casa descubrí que otra vez estaba disfrutando del tráfico. Yo sé que eso suena excesivamente raro que alguien disfrute del tráfico, pero me la paso rebien cantando como si no hubiera mañana o haciendo guitarrita de aire como si de veras supiera tocar guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;Entre las canciones que llegue a poner o que el iPod (se llama Prometeo) puso están:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrés Calamaro – Crímenes Perfectos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los Campesinos! – Sweet Dreams, Sweet Cheeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guns N’ Roses – Sweet Child o' Mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulp – Disco 2000&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Sabbath – Paranoid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Maiden – The Trooper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butthole Surfers – Who Was In My Room Last Night?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Flaming Lips - SpongeBob &amp;amp; Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Cash – The Man Comes Around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya llegué a mi casa con un mejor humor, pero aun así tengo que hacer mi maleta para mañana y tengo mucha flojera de hacer. Además que tengo ganas de hacer una lista para el viaje en carretera, ya tengo algunas ideas pero alguien tiene alguna sugerencia es bienvenida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8297247406932143518?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8297247406932143518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8297247406932143518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8297247406932143518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8297247406932143518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-el-trafico.html' title='En el tráfico'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-11133866027486200</id><published>2009-07-21T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:10:57.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorpresas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Floyd – Shine on Your Crazy Diamond (parts I – V)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me agrada cuando de la nada llega algo que obviamente no esperas y cambia tu día.&lt;br /&gt;Eso me pasó hoy al llegar a mi casa, revisar mi correo y ver que alguien totalmente desconocid@ dejó un mensaje en el blog comentando que le agrada. La verdad es que fue una manera muy buena de acabar el día, gracias YUYUY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-11133866027486200?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/11133866027486200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=11133866027486200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/11133866027486200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/11133866027486200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorpresas.html' title='Sorpresas'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5511087474689470173</id><published>2009-07-19T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:36:30.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenny Rogers &amp;amp; The First Edition - Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo que cuando estaba en la preparatoria por azares del destino llegué a ver en HBO una película llamada “The Big Lebowski”. No sé que tenía la película que me gustó mucho porque la llegué a ver unas 2-3 veces por el mismo medio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El punto es que hace poco recordé que esa película me gustó mucho así que la compré, hoy la volví a ver y otra vez me gustó. Para los que son más metidos en el cine, la película es de los hermanos Coen (eso &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cerocool"&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/a&gt; me lo dijo) que han hecho películas muy buenas como Raising Arizona o The Man Who Wasn't There (diría otras películas pero esas son las únicas que he visto de ellos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto texto sin sentido es para recomendarles la película.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí les dejo el link de la &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118715/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El de &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Lebowski-10th-Anniversary/dp/B001AEF6D6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1248055538&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; por si la quieren comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y un trailer que me encontré en youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_GCRFRcWxA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_GCRFRcWxA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5511087474689470173?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5511087474689470173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5511087474689470173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5511087474689470173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5511087474689470173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-you-eat-bar-and-sometimes.html' title='Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, he eats you'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7791392219016032892</id><published>2009-01-30T20:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:02:09.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apuesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fobia – No soy un buen perdedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No acostumbro apostar. Sin embargo, en este Super Bowl lo hice aun cuando no es mi equipo el que está en el partido. Y es que como dice una frase que escribí hace poco, soy de los que suelen apoyar las causas perdidas o este caso a los desvalidos (underdogs), así que en esta ocasión mi apuesta va para los Cardenales de Arizona... incluso cuando sé que el otro equipo va a ganar.&lt;br /&gt;Más que una apuesta por ganar o perder dinero, es una apuesta del corazón, una apuesta por nosotros. Una apuesta para volver a creer en algo que ya se perdió y que no va a regresar. Yo sé que todo esto está lleno de contradicciones, pero creo que queda claro porque lo hago, en caso de que no sepas por qué, puedes leer el post "Nunca jamás quiere decir tal vez" y además el texto que viene en "About Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... estas fechas me recuerdan tanto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7791392219016032892?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7791392219016032892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7791392219016032892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7791392219016032892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7791392219016032892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/apuesta.html' title='Apuesta'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-3125584256547495260</id><published>2009-01-30T11:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:39:02.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wilco – (was I) In Your Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anoche soñé contigo. Soñé que iba a verte por alguna razón, que salías y te sorprendías al verme. Dentro del coche, te acariciaba la mejilla, te tomaba como cuando te besaba y te decía que te extrañaba mucho. Mientras hacía eso, sólo esperaba el momento en el que con tu brazo quitaras mi mano, pero no fue así entonces me acercaba cada vez más y más, hasta que… preferí despertarme. No quiero soñar contigo, no quiero pensar en ti. Pero ¿qué puedo hacer si por fin veo las cosas que no vi?&lt;br /&gt;Por lo general cuando duermo, no sé si sueño o no, sin embargo, contigo todo es diferente. Contigo por fin recuerdo mis sueños y los recuerdo tan vivamente que prefiero no dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-3125584256547495260?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/3125584256547495260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=3125584256547495260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3125584256547495260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3125584256547495260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-2568170584328587770</id><published>2009-01-28T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:18:13.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca jamás quiere decir tal vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joaquín Sabina – Corre dijo la tortuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nos contradecimos alguna vez en la vida. La contradicción es solamente el reflejo de que podemos pensar, pero más importante es el reflejo de que sentimos. O en pocas palabras, la pugna constante de la mente y el corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-2568170584328587770?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/2568170584328587770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=2568170584328587770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/2568170584328587770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/2568170584328587770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/nunca-jamas-quiere-decir-tal-vez.html' title='Nunca jamás quiere decir tal vez'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6547829513097727173</id><published>2009-01-26T02:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:06:48.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazón en venta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrés Calamaro – Corazón en venta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace unos días estaba devastado por diferentes motivos, hoy sé y me siento mejor. Pero en esa ocasión escribí un pequeño texto que no me quiero dejar fuera por si alguien que llegará a leer esto y está en una condición similar a la que yo estuve sepa que todo va a estar bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Estoy desecho, no puedo sacar mi frustración, decir todo lo que pienso por aquí porque sé que nunca vas a responder y eso es lo que necesito… una respuesta de tu parte, poder hablar. Ya llegué a un punto en el que escribir no es suficiente terapia, pero hoy sé que ya perdí.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso hoy, pongo mi corazón en venta. Informes en este blog&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afortunadamente ya me siento mejor. Gracias a toda la banda texcocana, a Osgual y a Charly que sin saberlo me ayudaron en esos 2 días tan pesados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6547829513097727173?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6547829513097727173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6547829513097727173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6547829513097727173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6547829513097727173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/corazn-en-venta.html' title='Corazón en venta'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-4777350273353763794</id><published>2009-01-23T13:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:24:39.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeff Buckley – Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creo que me buscas para ser más tranquila y creo que yo lo hago para olvidarla. Una combinación destinada al fracaso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-4777350273353763794?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/4777350273353763794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=4777350273353763794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4777350273353763794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4777350273353763794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/strangers-in-night.html' title='Strangers in the Night'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7311308684316005879</id><published>2009-01-23T00:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:21:26.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amediavoz.com/neruda.htm#POEMA%2020...%20PUEDO%20ESCRIBIR%20LOS%20VERSOS%20M%C3%81S%20TRISTES%20ESTA%20NOCHE..."&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pablo Neruda – Poema 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el post pasado puse algo que me acaba de cambiar, pusé “las ganas de enamorarme otra vez”. Durante estos días me he preguntado si alguna vez lo volveré a hacer, si realmente es algo para mi, si habrá alguien que realmente me acepte como soy y punto; honestamente me pregunto si me volveré a enamorar o si sea lo mejor en estos momentos. Tal vez sea por lo actual de la herida, pero ahorita no quiero volver a hacerlo… no quiero volver a salir lastimado, no quiero volver a ilusionarme, no quiero ser esta persona llena de dudas y tan vulnerable aunque sé que no todas las personas son iguales.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sé que no me vas a leer nunca, la canción del post anterior es para ti. La conocí demasiado tarde, pero es para ti. Si bien no me vas a leer no tiene caso que ponga mi interpretación de la canción, pero esto lo hago por mi y no por ti así que aquí va. Para mi la canción habla de una persona que ha hecho demasiadas cosas (recorrer el mundo entre tantas) y que sin saberlo esas cosas las estaba haciendo para alguien más porque era su destino, así de simple. Por eso te dedico esta canción hace 10 meses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.D. Ya te quiero dejar, cada día falta menos… al menos eso quiero pensar porque me dueles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7311308684316005879?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7311308684316005879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7311308684316005879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7311308684316005879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7311308684316005879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/working-title.html' title='Working Title'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5999723731255390114</id><published>2009-01-22T15:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:25:27.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El día de ayer en el blog de &lt;a href="http://leosdice.tumblr.com/"&gt;Leonora&lt;/a&gt;, una de las locutoras del mejor programa de radio en México (Buenos días Santa Fe) vi un post que había puesto en Noviembre y que por alguna razón, que no recuerdo, le había puesto una estrella en mis feeds de google. En él había una canción que jamás había escuchado y que no sé si por la música, la voz, la letra o que pero me encantó. Tal vez nada más son mis ganas de explicar lo que pienso y siento, las ganas de enamorarme otra vez aunque sea nada más de una canción.&lt;br /&gt;Para los que quieras escucharla aquí les dejo el video y además la letra, que honestamente me encantó es hermosísima (putísimo mi comentario, pero me vale madres).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jYr2fDgn64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1jYr2fDgn64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the air I flew&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds I fall&lt;br /&gt;Through the country I've walked&lt;br /&gt;In front of temples I've stood&lt;br /&gt;Before the ocean I pray&lt;br /&gt;And I said your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the air I flew&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds I fall&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I've tried to say&lt;br /&gt;Were never easy to explain&lt;br /&gt;They were always meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the memories that were made&lt;br /&gt;For years and years&lt;br /&gt;I've chased this day&lt;br /&gt;They were always for you&lt;br /&gt;Always for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the air I breath&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds I see&lt;br /&gt;Through the cities I've walk&lt;br /&gt;In the castles I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;On the mountain I climb&lt;br /&gt;When I call your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the air I flew&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds I've fell&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I've tried to change&lt;br /&gt;Were never easy to contain&lt;br /&gt;They were always meant for you&lt;br /&gt;(always for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the memories will never fade&lt;br /&gt;For years and years&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;It was always for you&lt;br /&gt;Always for you&lt;br /&gt;Always for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the pieces that remain&lt;br /&gt;They will build a place for us to stay&lt;br /&gt;They were always meant for you&lt;br /&gt;(always for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the chances that we take&lt;br /&gt;For years and years&lt;br /&gt;We'll have this place&lt;br /&gt;They were always for you&lt;br /&gt;Always for you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5999723731255390114?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5999723731255390114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5999723731255390114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5999723731255390114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5999723731255390114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-for-you.html' title='Always For You'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5059955646045843352</id><published>2009-01-17T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:23:22.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!&lt;br /&gt;The world forgetting, by the world forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!&lt;br /&gt;Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquín Sabina – Contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera sacarte de mi cabeza, si pudiera borrarte de mi memoria… ¿lo haría?&lt;br /&gt;Hasta hace unos días mi respuesta era que sí, que quería sacarte de mi cabeza porque no ya quería sentirme mal por ti incluso si perdía todo lo que había aprendido. Hoy me doy cuenta de que no es así, de que no quiero borrar todos esos momentos especiales que podría contar aquí pero que nunca voy a acabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5059955646045843352?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5059955646045843352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5059955646045843352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5059955646045843352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5059955646045843352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-2681203356648818635</id><published>2009-01-16T00:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:38:44.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Perishers – Trouble Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿Por qué busco cualquier pretexto para llorar? Sabiendo a la perfección el motivo por el cual lo hago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s you&lt;br /&gt;Now and always you”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-2681203356648818635?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/2681203356648818635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=2681203356648818635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/2681203356648818635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/2681203356648818635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5469718813353881166</id><published>2009-01-14T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:07:07.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me cago en el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonino Carotone – Me cago en el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me caga haberme enamorado tanto de ti, me caga haber hecho planes contigo, me caga haberme ilusionado, me caga habérmela creído, me caga no poder dejarte ir, me caga llorar por ti, me caga quererte todavía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5469718813353881166?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5469718813353881166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5469718813353881166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5469718813353881166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5469718813353881166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-cago-en-el-amor.html' title='Me cago en el amor'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6012306681469547881</id><published>2009-01-11T13:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:22:42.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sorprende</title><content type='html'>La cantidad de buenos amigos que tengo, gracias a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6012306681469547881?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6012306681469547881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6012306681469547881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6012306681469547881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6012306681469547881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-sorprende.html' title='Me sorprende'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-905107849923015313</id><published>2009-01-10T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:20:21.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloc Party – This Modern Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Enamoramiento o resistencia al cambio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-905107849923015313?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/905107849923015313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=905107849923015313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/905107849923015313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/905107849923015313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8075065092395622975</id><published>2009-01-09T17:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:19:28.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What it takes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly - Postcards from Catalunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿Por qué me siento débil/cansado? ¿Por qué todo me recuerda a ti? ¿Por qué te sigo buscando aunque sé que no te voy a encontrar y no te quiero encontrar? ¿Por qué estas en todos mis pensamientos? ¿Por qué te apareces en mis sueños? ¿Por qué no te puedo olvidar? ¿Por qué mi corazón late más rápido de lo normal? ¿Por qué me afecta el tan solo ver o escuchar tu nombre o apodo? ¿Por qué estando consciente de que no va a pasar nada te sigo recordando? ¿Por qué cuando por fin te olvido, logras regresar sigilosamente a mis pensamientos? ¿Por qué no te puedo sacar de una vez por todas? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué? ¿¡¿¡Por qué!?!? ¿Qué me quieres decir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8075065092395622975?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8075065092395622975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8075065092395622975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8075065092395622975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8075065092395622975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-it-takes.html' title='What it takes?'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-4995432460835802324</id><published>2009-01-09T10:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:17:31.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side of the Moon</title><content type='html'>Invariablemente la luna me recuerda a ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-4995432460835802324?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/4995432460835802324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=4995432460835802324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4995432460835802324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4995432460835802324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/dark-side-of-moon.html' title='Dark Side of the Moon'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-510593080961132013</id><published>2009-01-06T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:53:38.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Ex-Lover is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bon Iver – Skinny Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante casi todo el año estuve en una relación sentimental la cual termino a mediados de Diciembre. Hoy me encuentro soltero, una vez más. Durante algunas semanas estuve excesivamente triste y en realidad no tenía ganas de nada, hoy en día llego a estar así cuando me acuerdo de ella y simplemente no puedo pensar en otra cosa o no encuentro algo para distraerme. Pero el punto de este post no es contar como me siento o que fue lo que paso en esa relación, eso ya muchas personas lo saben y no tiene caso repetirlo otra vez aquí. En realidad es escribir por el gusto de escribir, distraerme y no pensar en cosas que no quiero pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de terminar una relación relativamente larga o donde quieres mucho a la persona te cuesta trabajo dejar ir como si nada a esa persona y eso es lo que me está pasando. Pero también me doy cuenta que siempre después de terminar una relación es una temporada en donde me pongo a escuchar mucha música y es cuando encuentro las mejores canciones. En esta ocasión he estado escuchando el disco de Bon Iver que se llama For Emma, Forever Ago, este disco me lo recomendó un gran amigo. El nombre del disco simplemente me encanto ya que al no tener una traducción literal al español se le pueden dar varias interpretaciones. Para mí la segunda parte del nombre (Forever Ago) se refiere a alguien que paso hace mucho tiempo o que sabe que ya no hay esperanza de salvar algo y mejor se hace a la idea de que por siempre tendrá que decir hace tiempo o algo similar… probablemente mi interpretación este mal, pero así me siento en estos momentos y ese el significado que tiene para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este disco no solamente es una joya donde la voz (aunque al principio es algo molesta) hace una fusión magnifica con la música, como si fuera un instrumento más. En realidad no sé como describirlo pero deberían escucharlo. Gracias a este disco pude retomar mi “sueño” que mencioné en algún post hace mucho tiempo, es decir escribir una canción. No sé cuánto me tarde en hacerlo, pero lo haré y espero que alguien se llegue a sentir identificado con ella y tal vez marcar la vida de alguien como varias canciones me han marcado. Creo que es algo bueno que me retome cosas que tenía pendientes, cosas que tenía descuidadas, amistades alejadas, gustos olvidados y sobre todo personalidad cambiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-510593080961132013?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/510593080961132013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=510593080961132013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/510593080961132013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/510593080961132013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-ex-lover-is-dead.html' title='Your Ex-Lover is Dead'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6053905667889738984</id><published>2008-03-02T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:26:21.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken by Trees – Sweet Child O’ Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En realidad no fui contigo no porque no haya tenido mucho trabajo, sino porque no quería ir contigo. No me arrepiento no haber ido, incluso puedo decir que me da gusto haber faltado a tal acontecimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Me da gusto haber llegado a Marzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6053905667889738984?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6053905667889738984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6053905667889738984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6053905667889738984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6053905667889738984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/03/confesin.html' title='Confesión'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8134690288528949504</id><published>2008-02-28T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:17:10.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeff Tweedy - Simple Twist Of Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer que nos vimos por unos instantes puedo decir con seguridad que definitivamente ya no hay nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8134690288528949504?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8134690288528949504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8134690288528949504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8134690288528949504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8134690288528949504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/02/vacio.html' title='Vacio'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-1468966087097296018</id><published>2008-02-07T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:27:16.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamadas. digo yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Kennedys – Holiday in Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo general no tengo problemas ni quejas cuando cierran una calle, avenida, etc. para que la arreglen, ya que creo que es para algún bien y que vale la pena el sacrificio temporal de pasar un poco más en el carro. ¡¡PERO no pinchen mamen!! Hace como 2 semanas cerraron un puente que utilizó para ahorrar no pasar por donde están construyendo un distribuidor por mi casa (otro, que no pudieron hacer los muy pendejos al mismo tiempo que el de la salida a Puebla), lo abrieron y todos felices; pero otra pinche vez lo cerraron los muy hijos de su chingada madre (un cognac para el señor embajador) así que en lugar de llegar a las 9 de la noche llegué a las putas 10. Háganme el chingado favor, pero bueno espero que pronto reabran el puente porque el distribuidor se ve que va pa’ largo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-1468966087097296018?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/1468966087097296018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=1468966087097296018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1468966087097296018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1468966087097296018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/02/mamadas-digo-yo.html' title='Mamadas. digo yo'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8592092481906509836</id><published>2008-02-03T23:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:06:32.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Que pinche partidazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Petty &amp;amp; The Heartbreakers – Runnin' Down a Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta cuando me equivoco. Sabía que los Patriots iban a ganar pero quería que los Giants ganaran, afortunadamente ocurrió lo que quería y no lo que sabía. Creo que por eso es mejor seguir los sentimientos (la mayoría de las veces) que analizar a fondo.&lt;br /&gt;Para mí este Super Bowl ha sido el mejor de la historia, no he visto muchos pero de los que he visto puedo asegurar que este ha sido el mejor. Emoción, incertidumbre, euforia, etc. hasta el final. Gracias a este juego hace que me dé cuenta porque siempre me gusta apoyar al “underdog”.&lt;br /&gt;Como datos curiosos, los Giants ganaron 11 juegos seguidos como visitantes. Es la primera vez que dos hermanos ganan el MVP en años consecutivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8592092481906509836?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8592092481906509836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8592092481906509836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8592092481906509836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8592092481906509836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/02/que-pinche-partidazo.html' title='Que pinche partidazo'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5818830744922513548</id><published>2008-01-21T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:10:55.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Weekend – Oxford Comma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Alguien me puede decir quién es el chef Oropeza? o ¿por qué aparece su nombre en los anuncios de quesos LALA y no aparece los nombres de la enfermera, la madre con su hija y otros anuncios de quesos LALA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5818830744922513548?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5818830744922513548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5818830744922513548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5818830744922513548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5818830744922513548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/01/duda.html' title='Duda'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-1884379828790295101</id><published>2008-01-17T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:05:02.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Queja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Maiden – The Trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El día de ayer hice mi recorrido habitual (de martes a viernes) para dirigirme al trabajo. Generalmente en el punto que Observatorio llega a Constituyentes hay una repartidora del famosísimo Publimetro, PERO el día de ayer ya no estaba mi repartidora favorita y en su lugar un wey. Digo que era mi repartidora favorita porque se rifaba para dotarles Publimetros a varios automovilistas y uno que otro peatón que pasa por ahí. Todo lo contrario el nuevo repartidor que es un asno ya que agarra muy pocos Publimetros y se le acaban rápidamente, para que te llegué a dar un ejemplar le tienes que tocar el claxon o hacerle alguna seña de que quieres uno.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad el Publimetro no es una maravilla pero se agradece para pasar el rato en el trabajo, de hecho soy fan de las secciones maniquí Publimetro,  dato del día y por supuesto del horóscopo (que siempre dice cosas sin sentido o que ya sé). Bueno esa es mi queja del día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-1884379828790295101?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/1884379828790295101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=1884379828790295101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1884379828790295101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1884379828790295101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/01/queja.html' title='Queja'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-4919256001792488318</id><published>2008-01-15T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:59:57.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regina Spektor - On the Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qué bonito se siente cuando hablas a tu estación de radio favorita, entra tu llamada al aire y tienes la oportunidad de pedir y presentar una canción. Mi llamada ha salido 3 veces al aire, una para ganarme para unos boletos y las otras dos para pedir una canción. La primera vez que pedí una canción fue emotivo para mí, pero no tan emotivo como la del pasado viernes. En realidad no fue nada diferente una llamada a la otra, pero la canción que pedí la segunda vez la disfruto más.&lt;br /&gt;Como dato la primera canción que pedí fue Teenage Kicks de The Undertonesy la segunda vez pedí la canción de 3 posts abajo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-4919256001792488318?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/4919256001792488318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=4919256001792488318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4919256001792488318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4919256001792488318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/01/radio.html' title='Radio'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-3105169343214533513</id><published>2008-01-10T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:24:42.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shins - We Will Become Silhouettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me agrada que en estos momentos no tenga mucho trabajo porque puedo pendejear agusto, sin presiones (aunque creo que nunca he conocido el estrés, ni el escuatro, etc.), etc. Pero hoy llegue a un grado tal de aburrimiento que decidí comprarme unas playeras de white ninja. Soy fan de las playeras, y aunque en el trabajo tengo prohibido usarlas porque tienen estampados decidí comprármelas para usarlas casi nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Maldito ocio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-3105169343214533513?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/3105169343214533513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=3105169343214533513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3105169343214533513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3105169343214533513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/01/ocio.html' title='Ocio'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5017386254398968357</id><published>2008-01-09T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:22:54.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jonathan Coulton – Still Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que opinen ustedes, pero según yo es muy aburrido ir al baño sin el celular o alguna distracción. No pude jugar sudoku en mi estancia en el trono (finíiiisimo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5017386254398968357?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5017386254398968357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5017386254398968357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5017386254398968357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5017386254398968357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/01/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep thoughts'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6697334674064042982</id><published>2008-01-08T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:06:38.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wilco - Jesus, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo el momento en el que te conocí, no recuerdo la fecha ni la hora exacta pero sí que me despertaste. Tú, entre todas las demás lograste llamar mi atención en mis sueños y desde ese momento supe que eras diferente a las demás.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez que me desperté tuve la convicción de quererte conocer mejor, ya que sabía que eras diferente.  Con el tiempo te fui conociendo y conocí tus dos caras, esas dos caras que aun no puedo decidir cual me gusta más pero que definitivamente las dos son hermosas. Todavía no logro entender bien lo que quieres decir, pero puedo sentir que tus palabras son intimas y personales; y con la que más me identifico son con tus primeras palabras: “Jesus don’t cry”, esa acción que hace mucho no hago y que su título tiene mi nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque la canción salió hace más de 5 años y yo la conocí a mediados del 2007, creo que fue mi canción favorita del 2007 y además paso a ser de mis canciones favoritas de toda la historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBhj73WtiZU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cBhj73WtiZU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6783161613869090526-6697334674064042982?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6697334674064042982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6697334674064042982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6697334674064042982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6697334674064042982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2008/01/jesus-etc.html' title='Jesus, etc.'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-3536429965203833887</id><published>2007-10-12T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:50:12.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leslie Feist - 1234&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que feo se siente cuando tienes ganas de dormir, te puedes dormir y aun así no logras conciliar el sueño. Ahora gracias a eso, son casi las 3 de la tarde y tengo demasiado sueño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-3536429965203833887?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/3536429965203833887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=3536429965203833887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3536429965203833887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3536429965203833887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/10/sueo.html' title='Sueño'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7056383661346130544</id><published>2007-09-02T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:45:55.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nueva vida</title><content type='html'>Tom Waits – I Don't Wanna Grow Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día de hoy fue mi último día como desempleado, a partir de mañana entraré al “mundo laboral”. Después de varios meses de no hacer nada, descansar y estar de flojo todo el día sé que voy a extrañar estos meses en los que estuve así.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad no sé como sentirme hacía este suceso de mi vida, cualquiera estaría feliz pero yo no.  En cambio tengo varios sentimientos encontrados estoy feliz por trabajar, estoy triste por dejar atrás los momentos de flojera, emocionado, nervioso, preocupado… AHHH!!! Tantas cosas, pero bueno me voy a dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7056383661346130544?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7056383661346130544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7056383661346130544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7056383661346130544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7056383661346130544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/09/nueva-vida.html' title='Nueva vida'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6093086856400008746</id><published>2007-08-03T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:09:31.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10-12-2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl Jam – Nothing Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En diciembre del 2005 ocurrieron varios sucesos que posiblemente hagan de ese mes uno de los mejores meses sino es que el mejor de lo que recuerdo en los últimos años. Para empezar todos los diciembres son buenos porque es mi cumpleaños, en ese mes también reprobé Electrónica II (aunque eso no es algo bueno pero fue algo que pasó ese mes), fui a París a visitar a la que pensaba era el amor de mi vida, fue la primera vez que pase el 31 de diciembre sin mi familia, pero creo que a la larga el mejor evento fue el concierto de Pearl Jam al que fui.&lt;br /&gt;El concierto fue el 10 de ese mes y fue al primer concierto al que asistí solo aunque fui con mi primo y un amigo, ellos estuvieron en otra zona lejos de donde yo había comprado mi boleto. Como a los dos conciertos de Pearl Jam que he ido compré mi disco del concierto, y siempre que escucho alguna canción de ese disco me trae muy buenos recuerdo. Siempre que se toca Betterman puedo recordar la forma en la que empezó el concierto, como cantamos (la mayoría de los asistentes) media canción, cuando se me puso la piel chinita al momento que Eddie Vedder entró a cantar, la manera en que me emocioné en cuanto escuché los primeros de Betterman o Nothing Man.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ah! tantas cosas que recordar de ese magnífico concierto, pero no puedo contar el sentimiento que sentí en cada canción porque simplemente no puedo expresar lo bien que me la pasé en ese concierto. Espero que Pearl Jam vengan otra vez a México porque han sido de los mejores conciertos a los que he ido junto con los de Roger Waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6093086856400008746?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6093086856400008746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6093086856400008746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6093086856400008746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6093086856400008746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-12-2005.html' title='10-12-2005'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-4617965731010338261</id><published>2007-07-22T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:33:02.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosiones en el cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explosions in the Sky, All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El nombre de este disco probablemente sea el nombre más bonito que he visto en mucho tiempo. De no haber conocido anteriormente a este grupo seguramente hubiera conseguido el disco nada más por tener ese maravilloso nombre. Y es que, ¿cómo no pensar eso con un título como “All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone”?&lt;br /&gt;Pero este disco no sólo tiene de bueno el nombre, también es un gran disco que apenas me di la oportunidad de escuchar (aunque salió desde Febrero). Al igual que los demás discos de Explosions in the Sky “All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone” es música instrumental (sin voces) que, aunque a primera instancia puede parecer un poco aburrido, conforme avanzan las canciones la intensidad aumenta también. Esto último se puede comprobar en un solo track de 13 minutos, donde la canción empieza un poco calmada y la energía aumenta hasta llegar al éxtasis y después bajar un poco el tono para continuar con la siguiente canción.&lt;br /&gt;Al terminar el año creo que este será uno de mis discos favoritos del 2007. Si pueden conseguir esta grandiosa obra de Explosions in the Sky háganlo, escúchenla, disfruten la hermosura de música y les aseguro que no se arrepentirán.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-4617965731010338261?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/4617965731010338261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=4617965731010338261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4617965731010338261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4617965731010338261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/07/explosiones-en-el-cielo.html' title='Explosiones en el cielo'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7346206201348941774</id><published>2007-06-23T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:14:20.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe Strummer &amp; The Mescaleros – Redemption Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hace unos días me di cuenta que el pasado 21 de mayo por primera vez en 6 años, fue un día común y corriente, un día como los demás, un día en el cual no había motivo por el cual festejar. En realidad tengo más cosas que decir pero mientras escribo esto me cuesta mucho organizar las palabras y mis pensamientos (aunque no es nada nuevo) pero en realidad no sé qué es lo que siento por este no evento.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no sea un post enorme y lleno de sentimientos creo que este el post más personal que he escrito en la historia aleatoria del blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7346206201348941774?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7346206201348941774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7346206201348941774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7346206201348941774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7346206201348941774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensamiento.html' title='Pensamiento'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8808734171464058470</id><published>2007-06-20T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:49:00.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivo</title><content type='html'>Pearl Jam – Nothing Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me encantaría poder escribir una canción que haga estallar los oídos de las personas que la escuchan de tan potente que es, que haga llorar a alguien porque le recuerda a una persona especial en su vida o que la gente la cante como si no hubiera mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que nunca va a pasar eso porque no sé escribir bien de ninguna manera, no soy una persona elocuente, no tengo nada que contar y en caso de tenerlo no sabría contarlo bien; pero simplemente me gustaría hacer lo que mucha gente ha hecho sobre mí, por eso decidí poner esas canciones de los posts anteriores. Son canciones que me pueden recordar un concierto maravilloso, una persona querida, un momento triste, un momento alegre, algo que me gusta creer, una utopía o simplemente me gustan porque tienen algo que las hace irresistibles… en pocas palabras son canciones que han marcado mi vida aunque no sean mis canciones favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;Posiblemente esto no le interese a nadie, pero me dieron ganas de hacer esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8808734171464058470?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8808734171464058470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8808734171464058470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8808734171464058470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8808734171464058470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/motivo.html' title='Motivo'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-898960532792443390</id><published>2007-06-19T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:15:48.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulp - Disco 2000, del disco Different Class</title><content type='html'>Well we were born within an hour of each other&lt;br /&gt;Our mothers said we could be sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Deborah, Deborah&lt;br /&gt;It never suited you&lt;br /&gt;And they said that when we grew up&lt;br /&gt;we'd get married and never split up&lt;br /&gt;Oh we never did it&lt;br /&gt;Although I often thought of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Deborah, do you recall?&lt;br /&gt;Your house was very small, with woodchip on the wall&lt;br /&gt;When I came round to call, you didn't notice me at all&lt;br /&gt;And I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000,&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?&lt;br /&gt;Be there, two o'clock by the fountain down the road."&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that you'd get married&lt;br /&gt;I would be living down here on my own&lt;br /&gt;On that damp and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Thursday years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the first girl at school to get breasts&lt;br /&gt;And Martyn said that you were the best&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the boys all loved you but I was a mess&lt;br /&gt;I had to watch them try and get you undressed&lt;br /&gt;We were friends and that's as far as it went&lt;br /&gt;I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it meant nothing to you, cause you were so, popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah, do you recall?&lt;br /&gt;Your house was very small, with woodchip on the wall&lt;br /&gt;When I came round to call, you didn't notice me at all&lt;br /&gt;And I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000,&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?&lt;br /&gt;Be there, two o'clock by the fountain down the road."&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that you'd get married&lt;br /&gt;I would be living down here on my own&lt;br /&gt;On that damp and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Thursday years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it, Oh yeah, Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all over&lt;br /&gt;You've paid your money and you've taken your choice&lt;br /&gt;And I know we'll never meet again&lt;br /&gt;But Deborah, I just wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;I remember every single thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Deborah, do you recall?&lt;br /&gt;Your house was very small with woodchip on the wall&lt;br /&gt;When I came round to call, you didn't notice me at all&lt;br /&gt;And I said: "Let's all meet up in the year 2000&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?&lt;br /&gt;Be there, two o'clock by the fountain down the road."&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that you'd get married&lt;br /&gt;I would be living down here on my own&lt;br /&gt;On that damp and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Thursday years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what are you doing Sunday baby?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come and meet me maybe?&lt;br /&gt;You can even bring your baby, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing Sunday baby?&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come and meet me maybe?&lt;br /&gt;You can even bring your baby, Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-898960532792443390?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/898960532792443390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=898960532792443390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/898960532792443390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/898960532792443390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/pulp-disco-2000-del-disco-different.html' title='Pulp - Disco 2000, del disco Different Class'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6297989120137676055</id><published>2007-06-18T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:57:55.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weakerthans - Left &amp; Leaving, del disco Left &amp; Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with scars to show. Back with the streets I know. They never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these strangers whose faces I know. We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say " I wanted it this way" and wait for the year to drown. Spring forward, fall back down. I'm trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who's left and who's leaving. Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me: some matches, a blanket, this pain in my chest, the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires, new words for old desires, and every birthday card I threw away. I wait in 4/4 time. Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6297989120137676055?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6297989120137676055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6297989120137676055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6297989120137676055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6297989120137676055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/weakerthans-left-leaving-del-disco-left.html' title='The Weakerthans - Left &amp; Leaving, del disco Left &amp; Leaving'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-4580518694115024793</id><published>2007-06-17T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:33:49.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Better Man, del disco Vitalogy</title><content type='html'>Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop&lt;br /&gt;Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech&lt;br /&gt;As he opens the door, she rolls over...&lt;br /&gt;Pretends to sleep, as he looks her over&lt;br /&gt;She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...&lt;br /&gt;She tells herself, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories back when she was bold and strong&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the world to come along...&lt;br /&gt;Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone&lt;br /&gt;She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way&lt;br /&gt;She needs him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man (can't find a better man)&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man (can't find a better man)&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man (can't find a better man)&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better...man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-4580518694115024793?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/4580518694115024793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=4580518694115024793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4580518694115024793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/4580518694115024793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/pearl-jam-better-man-del-disco-vitalogy.html' title='Pearl Jam - Better Man, del disco Vitalogy'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7705711368136552610</id><published>2007-06-16T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:31:26.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Me! - We Laugh At Danger (And Break All The Rules), del disco Reinventing Axl Rose</title><content type='html'>It was a birthday gift&lt;br /&gt;of a Mexican Telecaster&lt;br /&gt;And from this day on I will play along&lt;br /&gt;to all my young pioneers records&lt;br /&gt;And there will be a poetry spoken silently between me and the stereo&lt;br /&gt;I'll work mornings&lt;br /&gt;and you can work through the night&lt;br /&gt;Mary, there is no hope for us&lt;br /&gt;If this GM van don't make it&lt;br /&gt;across the state line&lt;br /&gt;we might as well lay down and die&lt;br /&gt;Because if Florida takes us&lt;br /&gt;we're taking everyone down with us&lt;br /&gt;Where we're coming from (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;will be the death us&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot help but hold on&lt;br /&gt;to a handful of times&lt;br /&gt;when what was spoken&lt;br /&gt;was a revolution in itself,&lt;br /&gt;and what we were doing&lt;br /&gt;was the only thing that mattered&lt;br /&gt;And how good it felt&lt;br /&gt;to kill the memory of nights spent&lt;br /&gt;holding your shirt for the smell&lt;br /&gt;I heard you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;when you made love to him&lt;br /&gt;but this band will play on&lt;br /&gt;Because all we can do is what we've always done. And on and on and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7705711368136552610?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7705711368136552610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7705711368136552610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7705711368136552610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7705711368136552610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/against-me-we-laugh-at-danger-and-break.html' title='Against Me! - We Laugh At Danger (And Break All The Rules), del disco Reinventing Axl Rose'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-656413326651790486</id><published>2007-06-15T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:59:57.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here, del disco Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>So, so you think you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Blue skiess from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field&lt;br /&gt;From a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they get you to trade&lt;br /&gt;Your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;Did you exchange&lt;br /&gt;A walk on part in the war,&lt;br /&gt;For a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-656413326651790486?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/656413326651790486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=656413326651790486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/656413326651790486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/656413326651790486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here-del-disco.html' title='Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here, del disco Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-1456022479526106962</id><published>2007-06-14T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:38:31.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Undertones - Teenage Kicks, del disco The Undertones</title><content type='html'>Are teenage dreams so hard to beat&lt;br /&gt;Everytime she walks down the street&lt;br /&gt;Another girl in the neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;Wish she was mine, she looks so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;Get teenage kicks right through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call her on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Have her over cos i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I need exitement oh i need it bad&lt;br /&gt;And its the best, i've ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;Get teenage kicks right through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;Get teenage kicks right through the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-1456022479526106962?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/1456022479526106962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=1456022479526106962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1456022479526106962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1456022479526106962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/undertones-teenage-kicks-del-disco.html' title='The Undertones - Teenage Kicks, del disco The Undertones'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-7550812587017535593</id><published>2007-06-13T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:10:24.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roger Waters - Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, del disco In The Flesh</title><content type='html'>Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Ok you take cream and sugar?&lt;br /&gt;In truck stops and hamburger joints&lt;br /&gt;In Cadillac limousines&lt;br /&gt;In the company of has-beens&lt;br /&gt;And bent-backs and sleeping forms&lt;br /&gt;On pavement steps&lt;br /&gt;In libraries and railway stations&lt;br /&gt;In books and banks&lt;br /&gt;In the pages of history&lt;br /&gt;In suicidal cavalry attacks&lt;br /&gt;I recognise...&lt;br /&gt;Myself in every stranger's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in wheelchairs by monuments&lt;br /&gt;Under tube trains and commuter accidents&lt;br /&gt;In council care and county courts&lt;br /&gt;At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts&lt;br /&gt;In drawing rooms and city morgues&lt;br /&gt;In award winning photographs&lt;br /&gt;Of life rafts in the China seas&lt;br /&gt;In transit camps, under arc lamps&lt;br /&gt;On unloading ramps&lt;br /&gt;In faces blurred by rubber stamps&lt;br /&gt;I recognise...&lt;br /&gt;Myself in every stranger's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now from where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon this hill I plundered from the pool&lt;br /&gt;I look around, I search the skies&lt;br /&gt;I shade my eyes, so nearly blind&lt;br /&gt;And I see signs of half remembered days&lt;br /&gt;I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways&lt;br /&gt;I recognise...&lt;br /&gt;The hope you kindle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's oh so easy now&lt;br /&gt;As we lie here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interferes it's obvious&lt;br /&gt;How to beat the tears&lt;br /&gt;That threaten to snuff out&lt;br /&gt;The spark of our love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-7550812587017535593?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/7550812587017535593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=7550812587017535593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7550812587017535593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/7550812587017535593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/roger-waters-pros-and-cons-of-hitch.html' title='Roger Waters - Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, del disco In The Flesh'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-1411482369082277101</id><published>2007-06-12T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:13:52.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereophonics - Dakota, del disco Language. Sex. Violence. Other?</title><content type='html'>Thinking back, thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;Summer time think it was June,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think it was June.&lt;br /&gt;Laying back head on the grass,&lt;br /&gt;Chewing gum, having some laughs,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah having some laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking back drinking for two,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking with you,&lt;br /&gt;When drinking was new.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in the back of my car,&lt;br /&gt;We never went far,&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't need to go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are going now,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are going now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, cold coffee and juice,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering you, what happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll meet again,&lt;br /&gt;And talk about life since then,&lt;br /&gt;And talk about why did it end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel like the one,&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are going now,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are going now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now!&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now!&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now!&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now!&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-1411482369082277101?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/1411482369082277101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=1411482369082277101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1411482369082277101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1411482369082277101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/stereophonics-dakota-del-disco-language.html' title='Stereophonics - Dakota, del disco Language. Sex. Violence. Other?'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-414092909409718402</id><published>2007-06-11T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:37:44.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulp - Bad Cover Version, del disco We Love Life</title><content type='html'>The word's on the street: you've found someone new.&lt;br /&gt;If he looks nothing like me I'm so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church -&lt;br /&gt;she's trying to replace me, but it'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been&lt;br /&gt;And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the bitter taste of saccharine.&lt;br /&gt;A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.&lt;br /&gt;Such great disappointment when you got him home -&lt;br /&gt;the original was so good; the one you no longer own.&lt;br /&gt;And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been&lt;br /&gt;And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to forget me, it's so hard to disconnect&lt;br /&gt;When it's electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's like a later "Tom &amp;amp; Jerry" when the two of them could talk&lt;br /&gt;Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.&lt;br /&gt;Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"&lt;br /&gt;Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he's going to let you down my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-414092909409718402?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/414092909409718402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=414092909409718402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/414092909409718402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/414092909409718402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/pulp-bad-cover-version-del-disco-we.html' title='Pulp - Bad Cover Version, del disco We Love Life'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-557246873849470967</id><published>2007-06-10T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:43:53.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol - Run, del disco Final Straw</title><content type='html'>I'll sing it one last time for you&lt;br /&gt;Then we really have to go&lt;br /&gt;You've been the only thing that's right&lt;br /&gt;In all I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;br /&gt;But every single time I do&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder, louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;br /&gt;And as we say our long goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I nearly do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louder, louder&lt;br /&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slower, slower&lt;br /&gt;We don't have time for that&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;To get out of our little heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have heart my dear&lt;br /&gt;We're bound to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just for a few days&lt;br /&gt;Making up for all this mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up, light up&lt;br /&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-557246873849470967?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/557246873849470967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=557246873849470967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/557246873849470967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/557246873849470967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/snow-patrol-run-del-disco-final-straw.html' title='Snow Patrol - Run, del disco Final Straw'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-958920960542238199</id><published>2007-06-08T19:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:23:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreckless Eric - (I'd Go The) Whole Wide World, del disco Wreckless Eric</title><content type='html'>When I was a young boy&lt;br /&gt;My mama said to me&lt;br /&gt;There's only one girl in the world for you&lt;br /&gt;And she probably lives in Tahiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Just to find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she's in the Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;Where the Carribean sea is blue&lt;br /&gt;Weeping in a tropical moonlit night&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody's told her 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Just to find her&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Find out where they hide her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I hanging around in the rain out here&lt;br /&gt;Trying to pick up a girl&lt;br /&gt;Why are my eyes filling up with these lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;When there're girls all over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the tropical sun&lt;br /&gt;Pining away in a heatwave there&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be lying on that sun-soaked beach with her&lt;br /&gt;Caressing her warm brown skin&lt;br /&gt;And then in a year or maybe not quite&lt;br /&gt;We'll be sharing the same next of kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Just to find her&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd go the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Find out where they hide her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-958920960542238199?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/958920960542238199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=958920960542238199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/958920960542238199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/958920960542238199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/wreckless-eric-id-go-whole-wide-world.html' title='Wreckless Eric - (I&apos;d Go The) Whole Wide World, del disco Wreckless Eric'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6998322419074216083</id><published>2007-06-07T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:16:44.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose, del disco Reinventing Axl Rose</title><content type='html'>We want a band that plays loud and hard every night&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door&lt;br /&gt;That would travel one million miles&lt;br /&gt;and ask for nothing more than a plate of food and a place to rest&lt;br /&gt;They'd strike chords that cut like a knife&lt;br /&gt;It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub&lt;br /&gt;They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world&lt;br /&gt;And this was where they always belonged&lt;br /&gt;We would dance like no one was watching&lt;br /&gt;With one fist in the air&lt;br /&gt;Our arena just basements&lt;br /&gt;and bookstores across an underground America&lt;br /&gt;With this fire we could light&lt;br /&gt;Just gimme a scene where the music is free&lt;br /&gt;And the beer is not the life of the party&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to shit talk or impress&lt;br /&gt;'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon&lt;br /&gt;And every promise that's made and bragged&lt;br /&gt;is meant if not kept&lt;br /&gt;We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a gender, race, and class,&lt;br /&gt;we could find what really holds us back&lt;br /&gt;Let's make everybody sing&lt;br /&gt;That they are the beginning and ending of everything&lt;br /&gt;That we all are stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6998322419074216083?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6998322419074216083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6998322419074216083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6998322419074216083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6998322419074216083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/against-me-reinventing-axl-rose-del.html' title='Against Me! - Reinventing Axl Rose, del disco Reinventing Axl Rose'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-2909604662367001936</id><published>2007-06-06T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:17:29.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Streets - Dry Your Eyes, del disco A Grand Don't Come for Free</title><content type='html'>In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round&lt;br /&gt;I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down&lt;br /&gt;World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown&lt;br /&gt;Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us&lt;br /&gt;I can change and I can grow or we could adjust&lt;br /&gt;The wicked thing about us is we always have trust&lt;br /&gt;We can even have an open relationship, if you must&lt;br /&gt;I look at her she stares almost straight back at me&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin' straight through me&lt;br /&gt;Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity&lt;br /&gt;When they open up she's lookin' down at her feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I move my hand up from down by my side&lt;br /&gt;It's shakin', my life is crashin' before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies&lt;br /&gt;Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me&lt;br /&gt;There's things I can't imagine doin', things I can't imagine seein'&lt;br /&gt;It weren't supposed to be easy, surely&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, I beg you please&lt;br /&gt;She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested&lt;br /&gt;She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with&lt;br /&gt;She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures&lt;br /&gt;By pushin' my hand away to my chest, from hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just standin' there, I can't say a word&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everythin's just gone&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to pull her close out of bare desperation&lt;br /&gt;Put my arms around her tryin' to change what she's sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes to make her listen again&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna fuckin', just fuckin' leave it all now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow&lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna let our things simply crash and fall down&lt;br /&gt;You're well out of order now, this is well out of town&lt;br /&gt;She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist&lt;br /&gt;Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight&lt;br /&gt;Turns around so she's now got her back to my face&lt;br /&gt;Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in the past I've found it hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you things, but not tellin' straight&lt;br /&gt;But the more I pull on your hand and say&lt;br /&gt;The more you pull away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-2909604662367001936?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/2909604662367001936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8262178452213336557</id><published>2007-06-05T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:11:22.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Goes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instituto Mexicano del Sonido – El Micrófono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Debido a que después de 5 años de arduo estudio (sí, claro) me he graduado de Ingeniero en Sistemas Electrónicos y que no quiero trabajar en un tiempo me he decido a retomar (Blogger) / iniciar (MySpace) el blog. En ambos lugares estaré poniendo los mismos posts así que no hay necesidad de estar checando (si es que alguien lo hace) en ambos lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Ahorita la idea que tengo es poner una serie de posts con algunas canciones y sus respectivas letras. Ya después de poner las canciones planeo poner la explicación de porque decidí poner estas canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8262178452213336557?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8262178452213336557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8262178452213336557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8262178452213336557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8262178452213336557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here It Goes Again'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-5127947588630258129</id><published>2007-04-07T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:16:54.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little did he know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wreckless Eric - Whole Wide World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El viernes por fin pude ver “Stranger Than Fiction” y se ha convertido en una de mis películas favoritas. En realidad no soy muy bueno con esto de las “reseñas” pero si les puedo decir que es una gran película y Will Ferrell no hace sus tradicionales personajes de comedia física, sino que es un papel un poco más serio pero con ligero toque comedia. Si tienen la oportunidad de verla aprovéchenla y les puedo asegurar que no se van a arrepentir.&lt;br /&gt;Con este pequeñísimo post rompo la racha que llevaba sin escribir y ya tengo en mente una serie de posts que tal vez no entiendan de manera aislada pero después de esos posts escribiré el motivo de porque los puse, aunque de todas maneras dudo que les llegue a interesar ese tema en específico. Eso es todo y esperen los próximos posts que después de eso no sé hasta cuando vuelva a escribir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-5127947588630258129?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/5127947588630258129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=5127947588630258129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5127947588630258129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/5127947588630258129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-did-he-know.html' title='Little did he know...'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-8526585155912619779</id><published>2006-12-02T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:42:59.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactor 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Machines – Nowhere Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El pasado 18 de noviembre fue la fiesta del segundo aniversario de Reactor 105.7, de alguna u otra manera tuve la suerte de ganarme unos boletos para asistir al concierto. Ahí tuve la oportunidad de ver a tres grupos que nunca había visto y que me agradan, los tres grupos tocaron muy bien aunque desafortunadamente me tuve que ir después de que terminaran los Secret Machines ya que la persona con la que iba se sentía mal.&lt;br /&gt;El grupo principal eran los Secret Machines y me sorprendió la cantidad de ruido que 3 personas pueden  hacer, pero Los Veo Muertos y los de Replica también son muy bueno. Ya para acabar con este post aquí les dejo una foto de cada grupo, aunque no se ven muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/Rg_g-7vTjCI/AAAAAAAAACs/O-fVBzHN5p8/s1600-h/Reactor+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/Rg_g-7vTjCI/AAAAAAAAACs/O-fVBzHN5p8/s320/Reactor+01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048501079098231842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/RXHQvFBAWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zt4e9NOhw2I/s1600-h/Reactor+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/RXHQvFBAWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Zt4e9NOhw2I/s320/Reactor+03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004010168204155586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Los Veo Muertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/RXHQFlBAWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9lJIcdqO82s/s1600-h/Reactor+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/RXHQFlBAWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9lJIcdqO82s/s320/Reactor+11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004009455239584434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Replica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/RXHRO1BAWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j59PFUmJB7Q/s1600-h/Reactor+30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/RXHRO1BAWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j59PFUmJB7Q/s320/Reactor+30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004010713665002194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Secret Machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-8526585155912619779?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/8526585155912619779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=8526585155912619779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8526585155912619779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/8526585155912619779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2006/12/reactor-20.html' title='Reactor 2.0'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/Rg_g-7vTjCI/AAAAAAAAACs/O-fVBzHN5p8/s72-c/Reactor+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-2710481169944436371</id><published>2006-11-02T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:07:06.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He doesn't look a thing like Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Killers – Glamorous Indie Rock &amp; Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Después de semanas sin post me decidí a acabar uno que había empezado hace como dos semanas y que por alguna razón nunca termine. El post es relacionado al más reciente CD de los Killers que próximamente se presentaran en México.&lt;br /&gt;La primera vez que escuche el Sam’s Town de los Killers no me pareció un gran álbum de hecho no me gustó mucho. Pero después de haber vivido con él casi 1 mes puedo decir que es un excelente disco. Aunque en lo particular pienso que este disco es de esos discos que tienes que escuchar varias veces para agarrarle el gusto.&lt;br /&gt;Al principio pensaba que diferencia del Hot Fuss, primer CD de los Killers, el Sam’s Town carecía de grandes canciones pero estaba muy equivocado. Tal vez no estén al nivel de los éxitos del Hot Fuss, pero las canciones de este disco son maravillosas no hay una sola canción que diga “no me gusta”, aunque el track 7 o mejor conocido como Uncle Jonny es el más flojo de todo el disco.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que aún no me queda muy claro es ¿cómo saben los Killers que la persona de When You Were Young no se parece a mí? Pero bueno eso es todo y en caso de que no hayan escuchado nada de este disco aquí les dejo el link a unas cuantas canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/1767572/03_When_You_Were_Young.mp3.html"&gt;The Killers – When You Were Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/1766171/04_Bling__Confession_Of_A_King_.mp3.html"&gt;The Killers – Bling (Confession of a King)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/1767352/05_For_Reason_s_Unknown.mp3.html"&gt;The Killers – For Reasons Unknown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/1767831/11_Why_Do_I_Keep_Counting_.mp3.html"&gt;The Killers – Why Do I Keep Counting?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-2710481169944436371?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/2710481169944436371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=2710481169944436371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/2710481169944436371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/2710481169944436371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-doesnt-look-thing-like-jesus.html' title='He doesn&apos;t look a thing like Jesus'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-3453155502914471563</id><published>2006-10-08T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:51:18.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pearl Jam – Betterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por primera vez en muchos años me encuentro sin una pareja sentimental, por así decirlo, y es bastante raro estar sin alguien sobre todo si compartiste muchos años con esa persona. Sé que muy pocas personas (sino es que ninguna) siguen leyendo esto y deben de saber que no soy de los que dicen mucho sobre su vida pero simplemente tenía ganas de escribir esto.&lt;br /&gt;Yo creo que mi próximo post será mi opinión sobre el nuevo disco de los Killers o de que mal están mis Raiders está temporada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-3453155502914471563?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/3453155502914471563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=3453155502914471563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3453155502914471563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/3453155502914471563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2006/10/personal.html' title='I&apos;m so happy for you'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-1148523879547039576</id><published>2006-09-29T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:41:31.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantallita azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sunshine Underground – Commercial Breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este post ya lo tenía pensado desde hace meses, como por Marzo o algo así. Pero bueno, solamente quería postear la única vez que me ha salido la pantallita azul de Windows XP en alguna de mis computadoras. Nada más quería ponerlo porque mucha gente se queja de que las PCs esto, las PCs aquello y en realidad no es así, simplemente les dan un mal uso o ya están viejitas las computadoras.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno la frase que está actualmente es de Stars de una canción llamada The Calendar Girl, aunque ya tengo más frases en mente. Espero poder actualizar el blog al menos una vez por semana.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh y se me olvidaba, aquí abajo esta la foto del incidente con la computadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/Rg_gkLvTjBI/AAAAAAAAACk/PHjHCpS3JeY/s1600-h/Bluescreen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/Rg_gkLvTjBI/AAAAAAAAACk/PHjHCpS3JeY/s320/Bluescreen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048500619536731154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.io-d.com/bah/bluescreen.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-1148523879547039576?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1148523879547039576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/1148523879547039576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2006/09/pantallita-azul.html' title='Pantallita azul'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/Rg_gkLvTjBI/AAAAAAAAACk/PHjHCpS3JeY/s72-c/Bluescreen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783161613869090526.post-6779857985162809235</id><published>2006-09-22T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:08:21.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pulp - Like a Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En caso de que alguien este viendo esto y ya haya visitado más de una vez el blog se podrá dar cuenta que los demás posts ya no están, esto se debe a que borre el blog para poder usar el Blogger beta.&lt;br /&gt;Pero pasando a otros temas, ya tengo en la menta 2 o 3 posts que espero poder poner en las próximas semanas. Así que espero actualizar el blog un poco más regularmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783161613869090526-6779857985162809235?l=jesuspz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/feeds/6779857985162809235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783161613869090526&amp;postID=6779857985162809235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6779857985162809235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783161613869090526/posts/default/6779857985162809235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesuspz.blogspot.com/2006/09/nuevo-blog.html' title='Nuevo blog'/><author><name>Jesus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13491391029371697485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_875Ihj9LSC0/SX1yeavg5FI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gC0MoiyWjH8/s1600-R/2175652363_40a1a5515f_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
