<?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-3618292913052879563</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 8 15 16 23 42</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-3522729621565769849</id><published>2008-10-04T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:04:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macarena Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SOf2KvgFHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yxvql2R4hoU/s1600-h/!_059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253438154761116930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SOf2KvgFHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yxvql2R4hoU/s320/!_059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hay memoria donde no aparezcas ni hay recuerdos en los que no estés y en los días tristes y felices fue con vos que reí y lloré. Si estoy lejos te siento muy cerca, nunca nadie nos va a separar. Ella guarda todos mis secretos, un &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tesoro&lt;/span&gt; es nuestra amistad. &lt;em&gt;Amiga,&lt;/em&gt; partecita de mi vida, junto a vos inventé un mundo de caricias compartidas, amiga &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la mejor que soñé&lt;/span&gt;. Amiga, regalito de la vida, con vos aprendí que juntas jamás seremos vencidas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;amigas para siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618292913052879563-3522729621565769849?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/3522729621565769849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=3522729621565769849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/3522729621565769849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/3522729621565769849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/10/macarena-paz.html' title='Macarena Paz'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SOf2KvgFHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/Yxvql2R4hoU/s72-c/!_059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-962125141085068235</id><published>2008-09-18T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:01:15.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNLOyeR9rwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4H2aENSyqiU/s1600-h/Foto-0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apareciste sin que te buscara nadie, no esperaba encontrarte ahí... Tal vez tu risa no tenía sombras, no tenía cara, fue todo lo que ví... Me prestaste un beso, me prestaste calma, &lt;em&gt;me prestaste todo lo que me faltaba... &lt;/em&gt;Tenés la receta &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;justa&lt;/span&gt; para hacerme sonreir y todo el tiempo sabés lo que me asusta;&lt;em&gt; sabés lo que me gusta estar con vos&lt;/em&gt;... Me robaste el cuerpo, me robaste el alma, ya es tuya la voz con la que antes cantaba; me quitás el sueño, me quitás el habla...pero si estoy con &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;no necesito nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618292913052879563-962125141085068235?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/962125141085068235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=962125141085068235' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/962125141085068235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/962125141085068235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-6319567568616290877</id><published>2008-09-17T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:05:40.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNGaszbGoBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iQ76iU3gXR8/s1600-h/108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247145135372148754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNGaszbGoBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iQ76iU3gXR8/s400/108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En lo de Flor con las chicas y Mauri. Quéee linda fiesta esa&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618292913052879563-6319567568616290877?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/6319567568616290877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=6319567568616290877' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/6319567568616290877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/6319567568616290877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/09/en-lo-de-flor-con-las-chicas-y-mauri.html' title=''/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNGaszbGoBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iQ76iU3gXR8/s72-c/108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-2555075000102819562</id><published>2008-09-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:38:23.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNG6AOV4YCI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wku8nml5gAI/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247179553875976226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNG6AOV4YCI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wku8nml5gAI/s200/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels the way&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about you now.... and all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that light the way are blinding, there are many things that i would like to say to you, but&lt;em&gt; i don't know how&lt;/em&gt;... because maybe, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'re gonna be &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that saves me... and after all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you're my wonderwall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618292913052879563-2555075000102819562?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/2555075000102819562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=2555075000102819562' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/2555075000102819562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/2555075000102819562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-believe-that-anybody-feels-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNG6AOV4YCI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wku8nml5gAI/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-7873813000613186207</id><published>2008-09-16T12:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:07:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNAfqeqsiwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qtuqBFMYmUU/s1600-h/sfdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246728380533738242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNAfqeqsiwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qtuqBFMYmUU/s320/sfdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This guilt trip that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; put me on won't mess me up &lt;strong&gt;I've done no wrong&lt;/strong&gt;, any thoughts of you and me &lt;em&gt;have gone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618292913052879563-7873813000613186207?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/7873813000613186207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=7873813000613186207' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/7873813000613186207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/7873813000613186207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-guilt-trip-that-you-put-me-on-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNAfqeqsiwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qtuqBFMYmUU/s72-c/sfdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-7464519117435428334</id><published>2008-09-16T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:01:38.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can make mE smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;s so contagious&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I cannot get it out of my mind&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;It&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;s so outrageous&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; you make me feel so high... &lt;em&gt;All the time.&lt;/em&gt; They all say that you're not good for me&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;but I'm too close to turn around; I'll show them &lt;strong&gt;they don't know anything&lt;/strong&gt;, I think I've got you figured out; So&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; I walk out in silence &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;that's when I start to realize what you bring to my life&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; Damn&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; this guy can make me smile&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNAei_wPB3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cHD0phKxKO0/s1600-h/Untitled+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246727152464758642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNAei_wPB3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cHD0phKxKO0/s320/Untitled+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; I'll treat you right, if you just give me a chance&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;I can prove &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm right.&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/3618292913052879563-7464519117435428334?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/7464519117435428334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=7464519117435428334' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/7464519117435428334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/7464519117435428334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-can-make-me-smile.html' title='you can make mE smile'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aoXPUbSaLFQ/SNAei_wPB3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cHD0phKxKO0/s72-c/Untitled+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618292913052879563.post-5083367933694757731</id><published>2008-09-16T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:42:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerrando puertas</title><content type='html'>Podés pasarte mucho tiempo de tu presente &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;revolcándote&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;en los por qué, en devolver el cassette y tratar de entender por qué sucedió&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;tal o cual hecho.  El desgaste va a ser infinito, porque en la vida todos estamos encaminados hacia ir cerrando capítulos, ir dando vuelta a la hoja, a terminar con etapas, o con momentos de la vida y &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seguir adelante&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podemos estar en el presente añorando el pasado.  Ni siquiera preguntándonos porqué.  Lo que sucedió, sucedió, y hay que soltarlo, hay que desprenderse.  No podemos ser niños eternos, ni adolescentes tardíos, ni empleados de empresas inexistentes, ni tener vínculos con quien no quiere estar vinculado a nosotros. &lt;strong&gt; ¡&lt;/strong&gt;Los hechos pasan y hay que dejarlos ir&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;   Por eso, a veces es tan importante &lt;em&gt;destruir recuerdos&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los cambios externos pueden simbolizar procesos interiores de superación.  &lt;strong&gt;Dejar ir&lt;/strong&gt;, soltar, desprenderse.  En la vida nadie juega con las cartas marcadas, y &lt;em&gt;hay que aprender a perder y a ganar.&lt;/em&gt;  Hay que dejar ir, hay que dar vuelta a la hoja, hay que vivir sólo lo que tenemos en el presente.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pasado&lt;em&gt; ya pasó&lt;/em&gt;.  No esperes que te lo devuelvan, no esperes que te reconozcan, no esperes que alguna vez se den cuenta de quién sos.  Soltá el resentimiento.  El prender &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;tu televisor personal&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; para darle y darle al asunto, lo único que consigue es dañarte mentalmente, envenenarte, y amargarte.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida está para adelante, nunca para atrás.  Si andás por la vida dejando &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;puertas abiertas&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;, por si acaso, nunca podrás desprenderte ni vivir lo de hoy con satisfacción. Cerrá capítulos. Decite a vos mismo que no, que no vuelven.  Pero no por orgullo ni soberbia, sino, porque &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;vos&lt;/span&gt; ya no encajás en ese lugar, en ese corazón, en esa habitación, en esa casa, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no sos el mismo que fuiste hace dos días, hace tres meses, hace un año.  Por lo tanto, no hay &lt;strong&gt;nada&lt;/strong&gt; a qué volver.  Cierra la puerta, da vuelta a la hoja, cierra el círculo.  Ni vos serás el mismo, ni el entorno al que regresas será igual, porque &lt;em&gt;en la vida nada se queda quieto&lt;/em&gt;, nada es estático.  Es salud mental, amor por ti mismo, &lt;strong&gt;desprender lo que ya no está en tu vida.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada ni nadie es indispensable.&lt;/em&gt;  Ni una persona, ni un lugar, ni un trabajo.  Nada es vital para vivir porque cuando viniste a este mundo, llegaste sin ese adhesivo.  Por lo tanto, es costumbre vivir pegado a él, y es un &lt;strong&gt;trabajo personal&lt;/strong&gt; aprender a vivir sin él, sin el adhesivo humano o físico que hoy te duele dejar ir.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un proceso de aprender a desprenderse y, humanamente se puede lograr, porque, de nuevo: nada ni nadie nos es indispensable.  Sólo es costumbre, apego, necesidad.  Pero cierra, clausura, limpia, tira, oxigena, desprendete, sacudite, soltate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esa es la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618292913052879563-5083367933694757731?l=unwanted-1963.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/feeds/5083367933694757731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618292913052879563&amp;postID=5083367933694757731' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/5083367933694757731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618292913052879563/posts/default/5083367933694757731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwanted-1963.blogspot.com/2008/09/cerrando-puertas.html' title='Cerrando puertas'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774161457353083912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
