<?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-9625982</id><updated>2011-11-11T13:25:43.452+01:00</updated><category term='pero_esto_no_lo_habia_posteado_yo_antes?'/><category term='pseudo_stolen_plagio'/><category term='epicaricacy'/><category term='blog_crap'/><category term='just_joking'/><category term='conten_que_un_conte'/><category term='a_doodle_i_do_doodle_you_too_you_do_doodle_too'/><category term='dictionary_days'/><category term='puzzle'/><category term='goodbyes'/><category term='razones_reasons_raisons'/><category term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category term='slanging_away'/><category term='modified'/><category term='stolen'/><category term='anonadada_me_hallo'/><category term='i_punt'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='vol_ser_un_relat'/><category term='boycott_on_labels'/><category term='shake_that_paranoia'/><category term='anotaciones_marginales'/><category term='violence_is_not_a_laughing_matter'/><category term='nerdiness'/><category term='just_because'/><category term='life_universe_and_everything_else_there_is_to_learn_about'/><category term='no_rest_for_the_wicked'/><category term='fuckyoualready_will_ya'/><category term='sci_fi_baby'/><category term='random_thoughts'/><category term='life_the_universe_and_everything_musical'/><category term='salida_de_pata_de_banco'/><category term='quirky_is_as_quirky_does'/><category term='dont_U_let_them_pull_U_down'/><category term='me_hago_vieja'/><category term='promises_are_made_to_be_broken'/><category term='passive-aggressiveness'/><category term='life_imitates_art'/><category term='pseudo-self-esteem'/><category term='promises_don&apos;t_get_broken'/><category term='pimping'/><category term='trocets_de_res'/><category term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category term='fictitious_bites'/><category term='overlabeling_much'/><category term='crap'/><category term='ximpleries_pseudo-poètiques'/><category term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><category term='sweet_dreams_are_made_of_this'/><category term='dunno_where_i_was_going_with_this'/><title type='text'>Somos un Gran Vacío</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>693</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5647199378826655469</id><published>2011-11-11T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:25:43.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><title type='text'>calvin and hobbes (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had resolved to be less offended by human nature, but I think I blew it already."&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success... ...Flat stretches of boring routine... ...And valleys of frustration and failure."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?"&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's more to this world than just people, you know."&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girls are like slugs - they probably serve some purpose, but it's hard to imagine what."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If people could put rainbows in zoos, they'd do it."&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, great altar of passive entertainment... Bestow upon me thy discordant images at such speed as to render linear thought impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no problem so awful that you can't add some guilt to it and make it even worse!"&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The secret to happiness is short-term, stupid self-interest!"&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the pace of life I mind. It's the sudden stop at the end."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best presents don't come in boxes."&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I'm concerned, if something is so complicated that you can't explain it in 10 seconds, then it's probably not worth knowing anyway."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's only work if somebody makes you do it."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, there are times when it's a source of personal pride to not be human."&lt;br /&gt;-Hobbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know how Einstein got bad grades as a kid? Well, mine are even worse!"&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A day can really slip by when you're deliberately avoiding what you're supposed to do."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M SIGNIFICANT!...screamed the dust speck."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being a parent is wanting to hug and strangle your kid at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;-Calvin's Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5647199378826655469?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5647199378826655469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5647199378826655469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5647199378826655469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5647199378826655469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/calvin-and-hobbes-ii.html' title='calvin and hobbes (II)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-2431377085124099556</id><published>2011-10-06T19:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:14:04.897+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always thought there were people who leave an indelible mark on your soul. An imprint that can never be erased. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Broyles, Fringe 4x02 One Night in October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Siempre he pensado que hay gente que deja una marca indeleble en el alma. Una huella que no puede borrarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;J'ai toujours pensé que certaines personnes laissent une marque indélébile dans votre esprit. Une empreinte que vous ne pourrez jamais effacer.&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/9625982-2431377085124099556?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2431377085124099556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=2431377085124099556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2431377085124099556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2431377085124099556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-always-thought-there-were-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-2902031537168691100</id><published>2011-04-12T23:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:29:50.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises_are_made_to_be_broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epicaricacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overlabeling_much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'>lâche</title><content type='html'>adj.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;B. −&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ccrochet" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[En parlant d'une pers.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ccrochet" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdefinition" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Qui manque de courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_csynonime" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Synon. &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;couard, craintif, peureux, froussard &lt;/i&gt;(fam.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;La guerre se déchaîne quand un peuple dégénère et s'avilit, mais elle dévore les derniers justes, les derniers courageux, et sauve les plus lâches&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Giraudoux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Électre,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1937&lt;/span&gt;, I, 3, p. 41). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Un chef a quelquefois le devoir d'être lâche. Mais à condition qu'il éprouve sa fermeté, à l'occasion &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Justes,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1950&lt;/span&gt;, III, p. 349).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_paraputir" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;− &lt;span class="tlf_cemploi" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Emploi subst.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;L'existentialiste, lorsqu'il décrit un lâche, dit que ce lâche est responsable de sa lâcheté &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Sartre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;,&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Existent.,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1946&lt;/span&gt;, p. 59).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/9625982-2902031537168691100?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2902031537168691100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=2902031537168691100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2902031537168691100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2902031537168691100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/04/lache.html' title='lâche'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5204524416186198403</id><published>2011-04-12T16:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:16:37.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear parentals, sibling and preggy aunt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know we all agreed on a kiss and a cry this morning, but I couldn't do it. I wouldn't have made it out the door and I wouldn't 've been able to say what I wanted to say, which is this, that and the other thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First the this. Thank you for putting up with my shameful ass this past year. I sucked and you rolled and your patience has been super appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, the that. I love you. I don't say that nearly as much as I want to or as much as you, you, you and you deserve to hear it. You are the best people in Kansas and I suspect the whole world. Though I'll make my final report after I've seen more of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last, the other thing. A word to my soon-to-be niece. I am sorry I won't be there to see you tear open your mom's junk but I promise to be back before you can walk. In the meantime, tell Marshall to dump Lionel, your mom to say yes the next time you dad asks, and you uncle and aunt not to worry about me. I'm finally using my powers for good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Osaka kara sukibaru shigeru yo! Roughly translated, I will e-mail you from Osaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your daughter, sister, niece and favorite cousin, Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;United States of Tara 3x03 The Full Fuck You Finger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5204524416186198403?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5204524416186198403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5204524416186198403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5204524416186198403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5204524416186198403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-parentals-sibling-and-preggy-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6762581995447165625</id><published>2011-04-03T21:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:36:36.618+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Girlfriend in a coma - Douglas Coupland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Goals -that word sounds like I'm crew chief at McDonald's or something. But you know, every second of our life we're reaching goals of some sort. Every single second of our lives we're crossing a finish line of some sort, with heaven's roaring cheers surronuding us as we win our way forward. Our smallest acts -crossing a street, peeling an apple, giving Miss January the one-hand salute- are as though we are ripping an Olympic ribbon to thunderous applause. The universe wants us to win. The universe makes sure we're winning even when we lose. I wish that I could have run naked through the streets every moment of my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"She sweeps around the patio, her dress twirling and her eyes flashing because she is in love with the world. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6762581995447165625?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6762581995447165625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6762581995447165625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6762581995447165625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6762581995447165625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/04/girlfriend-in-coma-douglas-coupland.html' title='Girlfriend in a coma - Douglas Coupland'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3068466367373146527</id><published>2011-03-19T19:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:55:40.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressiveness'/><title type='text'>« La goutte d'eau qui fait déborder le vase »</title><content type='html'>Signification&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Le petit détail supplémentaire qui rend une situation intolérable ou insupportable et qui provoque parfois une réaction violente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Origine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Sous cette forme, cette expression apparaît chez Stendhal, au début du XIXe siècle, mais Madame de Sévigné, au XVIIe, en utilisait une variante de même sens avec un verre au lieu d'un vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a tous observé ces récipients remplis un peu au delà de leur bord, la limite bombée du liquide 'accrochée' au bord du récipient, avec le trop-plein prêt à s'écouler à l'extérieur au moindre choc ou dès qu'on y rajoute une goutte.&lt;br /&gt;L'expression fait bien le parallèle entre la tension ou l'énervement qui monte (le vase qui se remplit jusqu'à être bien plein) et l'explosion qui suit (le vase qui finit par déborder dès que la petite goutte de trop y a été versée).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;-- source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expressio.fr/"&gt;Expressio.fr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3068466367373146527?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3068466367373146527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3068466367373146527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3068466367373146527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3068466367373146527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-goutte-deau-qui-fait-deborder-le.html' title='« La goutte d&apos;eau qui fait déborder le vase »'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1090495711899064705</id><published>2011-03-06T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:49:50.903+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>The Romantics (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAURA:&lt;/em&gt; You know, on the other hand, I mean... Look, ten years of a loving friendship and sporadic, incredible sex scattered with nights so fun, they explain the evolutionary purpose of talking. You know, not to mention the time that we've clocked together. Listening to music. You know, driving with no destination. I guess this, this beautiful mess is best ended without notification. Probably better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOM:&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;LAURA:&lt;/em&gt; Don't be. It was a gift. An act of cowardice so complete, disqualifies a person from consideration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;em&gt;LAURA:&lt;/em&gt; D'un autre côté... Dix ans d'amitié amoureuse et de sexe incroyable, sporadique pimentés de nuits si géniales qu'elles expliquent l'intérêt du dialogue pour l'évolution. Sans parler du temps qu'on a passé ensemble. À écouter de la musique, à conduire sans destination. Je suppose que ce bazar magnifique doit être interrompu sans avertissement. C'est sans doute mieux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;em&gt;TOM:&lt;/em&gt; Je suis désolé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;em&gt;LAURA:&lt;/em&gt; Ne le sois pas. C'était un cadeau. Un acte de lâcheté aussi énorme disqualifie une personne de toute considération.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1090495711899064705?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1090495711899064705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1090495711899064705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1090495711899064705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1090495711899064705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/03/romantics-2010.html' title='The Romantics (2010)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-314418682771650920</id><published>2011-02-18T22:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:03:49.904+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'>cacophonie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;(subst. fém.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A.−&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdefinition" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Mélange de bruits, de sons discordants qui produisent un effet désagréable à l'oreille. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;La cacophonie des sifflets et des hurlements&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Chateaubriand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Mémoires d'Outre-Tombe,&lt;/i&gt; t. 1, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1848&lt;/span&gt;, p. 375); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;les musiques contrariées, qui faisaient des cacophonies&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Aragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Les Beaux quartiers,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; 1936&lt;/span&gt;, p. 164) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_tabulation" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 12px; margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://www.cnrtl.fr/images/portail/bclf_bullet.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 2px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1. Nous ne suivrons pas Malherbe dans tout ce qu'il a dit contre les inversions dures et forcées, les&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;cacophonies&lt;/b&gt;, les consonances de l'hémistiche avec la fin du vers et de la fin d'un vers avec l'hémistiche du précédent ou du suivant, etc., etc... Ces conseils fort judicieux et fort utiles n'ont d'inconvénient qu'autant qu'on les érige en règles générales et obligatoires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Sainte-Beuve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Poésies,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; 1829&lt;/span&gt;, p. 156.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parah" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cplan" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;B.−&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cemploi" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;P. anal.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdefinition" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Mélange confus de choses diverses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;[&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Dans le bouquet final des fromages&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;C'était une cacophonie de souffles infects&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Zola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Le Ventre de Paris,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; 1873&lt;/span&gt;, p. 832) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_tabulation" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 12px; margin-top: 4px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://www.cnrtl.fr/images/portail/bclf_bullet.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 2px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cexemple" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;2. ... turbulence, tohu-bohu de styles et de couleurs, &lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;cacophonie&lt;/b&gt; de tons, trivialités énormes, prosaïsme de gestes et d'attitudes, noblesse de convention, poncifs de toutes sortes, et tout cela visible et clair, non seulement dans les tableaux juxtaposés, mais encore dans le même tableau : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cauteur" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Baudelaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_ctitre" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Salon,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tlf_cdate" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; 1846&lt;/span&gt;, p. 192.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parothers" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Prononc. :&lt;/b&gt; [kakɔfɔni]. &lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Étymol. et Hist. 1.&lt;/b&gt; 1587 « consonance qui blesse l'oreille » (&lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Ronsard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Œuvres,&lt;/i&gt; I, 353, éd. J. Galland et C. Binet, Paris, 1587); &lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; 1732 chant et mus. &lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;(Trév.).&lt;/i&gt; Empr. au gr.κακοφωνία « voix ou son désagréable » (Démétrius de Phalère dans &lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Liddell-Scott&lt;/span&gt;), dér. de κακόφωνος « qui a une voix ou un son désagréable », composé de κακός « mauvais » et φωνή « voix ». &lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Fréq. abs. littér. :&lt;/b&gt; 33.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tlf_parothers" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;BBG. −&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="tlf_smallcaps" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 0.9em; "&gt;Goug.&lt;/span&gt; Lang. pop. 1929, p. 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-314418682771650920?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/314418682771650920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=314418682771650920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/314418682771650920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/314418682771650920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/02/cacophonie.html' title='cacophonie'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7278876820591715194</id><published>2011-01-11T20:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:54:25.994+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epicaricacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me_hago_vieja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razones_reasons_raisons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog_crap'/><title type='text'>[1] Casa / Home / La maison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos los sitios en los que has vivido y cada una de las personas en las que has encontrado un hogar. Cuando vuelvas a ellos, aunque sea de visita, siempre habrá una parte de ti que se sienta como en casa. Es por ese trocito tuyo que dejaste, y sin el que estás algo menos entero y un poco más lleno. Esa cálida sensación de seguridad permanecerá en ellos esperándote para cuando quieras volver. Por un rato. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y esa es la primera. Tener una casa a la que volver. O mil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7278876820591715194?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7278876820591715194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7278876820591715194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7278876820591715194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7278876820591715194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-casa-home-la-maison.html' title='[1] Casa / Home / La maison'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8802994363283841386</id><published>2010-12-27T16:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:59:03.181+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They make it look so easy, connecting with another human being. It's like no-one told them it's the hardest thing in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Dexter 4x12 Through a Glass Darkly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ils donnent l'impression que c'est si facile, se lier à un autre être humain. C'est comme si personne ne leur avait dit que c'est la chose la plus difficile au monde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lo hacen parecer tan fácil, conectar con otro ser humano. Es como si nadie les hubiera dicho que es la cosa más difícil del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/9625982-8802994363283841386?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8802994363283841386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8802994363283841386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8802994363283841386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8802994363283841386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2010/12/they-make-it-look-so-easy-connecting.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-2595118078584969827</id><published>2010-12-10T20:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:38:20.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anotaciones_marginales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>missing little "love interest" notes, longing looks and being wanted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-2595118078584969827?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2595118078584969827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=2595118078584969827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2595118078584969827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2595118078584969827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-little-love-interest-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1167838422300352229</id><published>2010-06-11T15:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:15:05.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>déjà vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OLIVIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Wow, I'm having deja vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PETER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;: Yeah, I read that déjà vu is fate's way of telling you that you're exactly where you're supposed to be. That's why you feel like you've been there before. You are right in line with you're own destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-- Fringe 2x18 "White Tulip"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;OLIVIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;: J'ai un sentiment de déjà vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;PETER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;: J'ai lu qu'on a des sentiments de déjà vu car nous sommes là où nous sommes sensés être. C'est pour ça que tu ressens comme si t'y avais déjà été. Tu es en accord parfait avec ta destinée.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;OLIVIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;: Wow, estoy teniendo un déjà vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;PETER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;: Si, leí que los déjà vu son la forma que el destino tiene de decirte que estás exactamente donde se supone que tienes que estar. Por eso sientes que has estado ahí antes. Estás completamente alineado con tu propio destino.&lt;/span&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/9625982-1167838422300352229?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1167838422300352229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1167838422300352229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1167838422300352229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1167838422300352229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2010/06/deja-vu.html' title='déjà vu'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7001602753683355250</id><published>2010-04-14T20:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:05:32.856+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Ordeno y mando - Amélie Nothomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me senté pensando que ya era demasiado tarde para huir. Ya no teníamos elección. Aquella última frase me tranquilizó. Siempre que creo que existe una posibilidad de salvación, me pongo nervioso, me angustio. Cuando comprendo que no existe, me vuelvo zen y encantador. Ya que nos dirigíamos hacia una catástrofe, mejor disfrutar de la vida.&lt;/span&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/9625982-7001602753683355250?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7001602753683355250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7001602753683355250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7001602753683355250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7001602753683355250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2010/04/ordeno-y-mando-amelie-nothomb.html' title='Ordeno y mando - Amélie Nothomb'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7975700508139498659</id><published>2010-04-01T22:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:39:17.183+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont_U_let_them_pull_U_down'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Guess when it comes down to it, we're all just Jeff Sweeney taking a fastball to the plums.” — Phil on his disappointing birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Modern Family 1x19 Game Changer&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/9625982-7975700508139498659?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7975700508139498659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7975700508139498659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7975700508139498659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7975700508139498659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-when-it-comes-down-to-it-were-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4516510806687389446</id><published>2010-03-27T18:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:21:01.597+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet_dreams_are_made_of_this'/><title type='text'>You better not cry - Augusten Burroughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It had been only a couple of hours. But I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have known the &lt;em&gt;facts&lt;/em&gt; of him; I couldn't have told you his favorite color, his birthday, or how he liked his coffee. I couldn't have said if he was a Republican or a Democrat or whether he was allergic to cats; but I knew the &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also knew that one didn't have a second date with this man and then a third, each time getting to know him a little bit better or seeing another "side" of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George was &lt;em&gt;vertical&lt;/em&gt;, not horizontal. All of him was right there from the first moment. He didn't have "sides"; he had fathoms. If you didn't know him after one date, you &lt;em&gt;couldn't&lt;/em&gt; know him. In this way, he was a treasure perfectly hidden right before my eyes. He was the wreck of &lt;em&gt;Sussex&lt;/em&gt; in my backyard swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only be truly crazy if I walked away from such a find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled in my apartment that night, his phone number in my hand. I knew that if I called him, that would be it -my life would change. I had never felt such an irrational thing about a person I'd only just met. But I knew it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;attraction&lt;/em&gt; is our most ancient drive, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; why we &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;. Attraction is the very point of gravity; timespace itself bends to allow it. It is attraction in its pure form that holds the galaxy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction is our glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this: there was only one of him in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour with him was denser than all the years spent with everybody else I had ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instincts were not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instincts had been with me as I crawled from the swamp; my brain only showed up later. It was my instinct I would trust. Even if it defied logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if it defied common sense. I wanted nothing to do with common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But extremely rare and precious specialty items often carry an extraordinary price. I knew this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reckless and insane to feel this way about a person I didn't even know. My mind was hurling itself against the walls of my skull in protest. But beneath my sternum that night, I felt a kind of wisdom. I very nearly heard advice: &lt;em&gt;Acceptance, when it comes, arrives in waves: Listen with your chest. You will feel a pendulum swing within you, favoring one direction or another. And that is your answer. The answer is always inside your chest. The right choice weighs more. That's how you know. It causes you to lean in its direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, &lt;em&gt;I don't know who he is, but I know he is mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people who had so much strength that you could borrow some, just by being in the same room with them.&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/9625982-4516510806687389446?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4516510806687389446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4516510806687389446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4516510806687389446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4516510806687389446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-better-not-cry-augusten-burroughs.html' title='You better not cry - Augusten Burroughs'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7405682601698489446</id><published>2009-12-07T11:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:06:18.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Princesas (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLANCA:&lt;/span&gt; ¿Sabes qué es lo único que me da un poco de pena? Que no me haya conocido antes, cuando estaba entera. Porque yo estaba muy buena, tía. Muy buena. Y, mira, pues eso se lo ha perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAYE:&lt;/span&gt; Bueno... La culpa es suya. Que hubiera llegao antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLANCA:&lt;/span&gt; Chachi. El gilipollas... ¡Que hubiera llegao antes! Se lo voy a decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7405682601698489446?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7405682601698489446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7405682601698489446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7405682601698489446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7405682601698489446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/12/princesas-2005.html' title='Princesas (2005)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4912897445527417011</id><published>2009-11-27T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:20:21.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>esos pelus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3F0olPsB5o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/_3F0olPsB5o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-4912897445527417011?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4912897445527417011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4912897445527417011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4912897445527417011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4912897445527417011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/esos-pelus.html' title='esos pelus'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8022760660402858392</id><published>2009-11-22T16:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:10:32.167+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>El secreto de sus ojos (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Irene: Mi vida entera fue mirar para adelante, atrás no es mi jurisdicción. Me declaro incompetente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espósito: Usted no sabe qué es el amor de este tipo. Cómo mueve. Es como si la muerte de la mujer lo hubiese dejado ahí detenido para siempre, eterno. ¿Me entiende? Tenés que ver lo que son los ojos de él, Pablo. Están en estado de amor puro. ¿Usted se imagina lo que puede ser un amor así? Sin el desgaste de lo cotidiano, de lo obligatorio.&lt;br /&gt;Irene: Lo dirá por usted, porque a mí no me pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espósito: ¿Ves? No quiero dejar pasar todo de nuevo. ¿Cómo puede ser? ¿Cómo puede ser que no haga nada? Hace veinticinco años que me pregunto, y hace veinticinco años que me contesto lo mismo. Dejá, fue otra vida. Ya pasó, ya está, no preguntes. No pienses. No fue otra vida. Fue ésta. Es ésta. Ahora quiero entender todo. ¿Cómo se hace para vivir una vida vacía? ¿Cómo se hace para vivir una vida llena de nada? ¿Cómo se hace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morales: ¿A usted que le importa, si es mi vida y no la suya?&lt;br /&gt;Espósito: No, Morales, no. Es mi vida, también. Su amor por esa mujer, nunca más volví a ver, en nadie. En nadie. Nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espósito: No sé. Le doy vueltas y vueltas, y ya no sé qué pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Morales: Elija bien. Lo único que nos queda son recuerdos. Al menos que sean lindos, ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morales: No le de más vueltas. Va a empezar con que si hubiera estado, si no hubiera estado... Va a tener mil pasados y ningún futuro. No piense más, hágame caso. Se va a quedar solo con recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espósito: Tengo que hablar con vos.&lt;br /&gt;Irene: Va a ser complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Espósito: No me importa.&lt;br /&gt;Irene: Cerrá la puerta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8022760660402858392?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8022760660402858392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8022760660402858392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8022760660402858392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8022760660402858392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-secreto-de-sus-ojos-2009.html' title='El secreto de sus ojos (2009)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3187476385105090043</id><published>2009-11-19T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:54:37.104+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>crispación</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Acción y efecto de crispar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3187476385105090043?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3187476385105090043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3187476385105090043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3187476385105090043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3187476385105090043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/crispacion.html' title='crispación'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8855631594514793694</id><published>2009-11-19T14:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:54:55.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>crispar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="eEtimo"&gt;(&lt;a&gt;Del&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="latín, latino o latina"&gt;lat.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;crispāre&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="verbo transitivo"&gt;tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Causar contracción repentina y pasajera en el tejido muscular o en cualquier otro de naturaleza contráctil. &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado también como pronominal"&gt;U. t. c. prnl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado también como pronominal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="verbo transitivo"&gt;tr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="coloquial"&gt;coloq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Irritar, exasperar. &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado también como pronominal"&gt;U. t. c. prnl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8855631594514793694?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8855631594514793694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8855631594514793694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8855631594514793694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8855631594514793694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/crispar.html' title='crispar'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1127042607390179122</id><published>2009-11-19T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:53:51.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_the_universe_and_everything_musical'/><title type='text'>loathing, unadulterated loathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_f_6w_bVKM4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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/_f_6w_bVKM4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1127042607390179122?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1127042607390179122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1127042607390179122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1127042607390179122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1127042607390179122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/loathing-unadulterated-loathing.html' title='loathing, unadulterated loathing'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-703379405872311250</id><published>2009-11-14T16:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:48:37.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quirky_is_as_quirky_does'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Paper Heart (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NICK&lt;/span&gt;: So you say you don't believe in love now, but have you always felt that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHARLYNE&lt;/span&gt;: I believed in it when I was a kid, but again, all my ideas about love kind of came from movies and faiy tales. And as I grew up I realized that life is nothing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NICK&lt;/span&gt;: Was that 'cause you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHARLYNE&lt;/span&gt;: No. I've only ever had one boyfriend. I thought I really liked him. I thought he was all dark and mysterious and he had shadows under his eyes. But then I realized that was only because he was on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHARLYNE&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I think everyone means something to someone. And we're all a bit skeptical, but I don't want to end up a lonely old spinster. I don't think anyone wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHARLYNE&lt;/span&gt;: The captain yelled through his megaphone, threatening to shoot, but I didn't care. And I told them that too. I told them, "I don't care! Life is too short to be wondering what if! Sometimes you just gotta live and see what happens, even if you get hurt. Sometimes you can only feel something if you take a risk. And I, Charlyne Yi, am taking that risk. Arghh-hh-hh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-703379405872311250?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/703379405872311250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=703379405872311250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/703379405872311250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/703379405872311250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/paper-heart-2009.html' title='Paper Heart (2009)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1934958927832058227</id><published>2009-11-09T19:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:49:33.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Báilame el agua (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;Voy contigo. Estamos juntos, ¿no? Tú me bailas el agua a mí, y yo te la bailo a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;Tú no sabes lo que quieres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Tienes razón. No sé lo que quiero. Tengo miedo de sufrir, tengo miedo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;Tienes miedo de crecer.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA &lt;/span&gt;se va]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Tengo miedo a que te vayas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Hacía tiempo que no me besabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;Tú siempre esperas gestos. Yo palabras. Vivimos en mundos distintos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;¿Sabes lo que más me gusta de ti? Tu libertad, tu forma de ver la vida, tu manera de vivir los momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;¿Ya está?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Mis sentimientos... mis sentimientos han cambiado, pero siguen siendo mi verdad. Y esa verdad eres tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;El corazón me resbala por las tuberías de este cuarto y ya no hay forma de sacarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Tenía tantas ganas como miedo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARÍA: &lt;/span&gt;Y yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAVID: &lt;/span&gt;Bailame el agua. Úntame de amor y otras fragancias de tu jardín secreto. Sácame de quicio. Hazme sufrir. Ponme a secar como un trapo mojado. Lléname de vida. Líbrame de mi estigma. Llámame tonto. Olvida todo lo que haya podido decirte hasta ahora. No me arrastres, no me asustes. Vete lejos, pero no sueltes mi mano. Empecemos de nuevo. Toca mis ojos. Nota la textura del calor. ¿Por cuánto te vendes? Píllate los dedos. Deja que te invite a un café, caliente, claro. Y sin azúcar... sin aliento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1934958927832058227?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1934958927832058227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1934958927832058227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1934958927832058227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1934958927832058227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/bailame-el-agua-2000.html' title='Báilame el agua (2000)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3933618983768577740</id><published>2009-11-08T00:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:12:23.476+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>(500) Days of Summer (2009)</title><content type='html'>Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: What happens when you fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Summer: You believe in that?&lt;br /&gt;Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Hansen: Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vance: [reading a card that Tom has written] Roses are red, violets are blue... Fuck you, whore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3933618983768577740?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3933618983768577740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3933618983768577740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3933618983768577740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3933618983768577740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/500-days-of-summer-2009.html' title='(500) Days of Summer (2009)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6453290463937687158</id><published>2009-11-07T12:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:29:10.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>co-dependent weaklings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/SvVZq-jovwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WPGXS2IHxVc/s1600-h/2009-11-07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/SvVZq-jovwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WPGXS2IHxVc/s400/2009-11-07.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401321922982625026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6453290463937687158?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6453290463937687158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6453290463937687158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6453290463937687158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6453290463937687158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/co-dependent-weaklings.html' title='co-dependent weaklings'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/SvVZq-jovwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WPGXS2IHxVc/s72-c/2009-11-07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5380785044717650353</id><published>2009-11-04T11:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:17:35.698+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises_are_made_to_be_broken'/><title type='text'>chickenshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hw"&gt;chick·en·shit&lt;/span&gt;   (&lt;span style="color: blue;" class="pointer" onclick="pw = window.open('http://content.answers.com/main/content/pronkey-answers.html', 'PronunciationKey', 'height=650,width=520,resizable,scrollbars');if(pw){pw.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;chĭk&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;ən-shĭt'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" onmouseover="status='Click to hear pronunciation';return true;" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onclick="playIt('http://content.answers.com/main/content/ahd4/pron_new/f/0/C0287600.wav')"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Vulgar Slang&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Contemptibly petty, insignificant nonsense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A coward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;!-- __ADSHERE --&gt; &lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Contemptibly unimportant; petty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cowardly; afraid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5380785044717650353?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5380785044717650353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5380785044717650353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5380785044717650353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5380785044717650353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/11/chickenshit.html' title='chickenshit'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-270962284931319247</id><published>2009-10-30T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:52:37.545+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>easy peasey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MARSHALL&lt;/span&gt;: Being in a couple is hard. And committing, making sacrifices, it's hard. But if it's the right person, then it's easy. Looking at that girl and knowing she's all you really want out of life, that should be the easiest thing in the world, and if it's not like that, then she's not the one. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TED&lt;/span&gt;: I'm single. Maybe that's just who I am. And you know what? I like being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BARNEY&lt;/span&gt;: Being single's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TED&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, stay out as late as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BARNEY&lt;/span&gt;: Answer to no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TED&lt;/span&gt;: The whole world full of endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BARNEY&lt;/span&gt;: Never having to go to a farmer's market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- How I Met Your Mother 1x12 The Wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-270962284931319247?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/270962284931319247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=270962284931319247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/270962284931319247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/270962284931319247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/easy-peasey.html' title='easy peasey'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7423478593036584303</id><published>2009-10-27T22:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:46:10.768+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>After Sex (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LESLIE&lt;/span&gt;: Love is not negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHRIS&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, baby, everything's negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LESLIE&lt;/span&gt;: No, not love. Not love. Love is... a guessing game. And that's the beauty of it. There's no guarantees. It's like... diving into a pool of water without knowing if it's shallow or deep. And sure, yeah, if it's shallow, you end up hurt and paralyzed from the neck down. But if it's deep... you know... It's a leap of faith. It's like throwing yourself out there without any guarantees, dude, and that's what life's about. Okay, you know those carnival games, right? And you know how some of them are really hard to win and some of them are super easy and everyone wins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHRIS&lt;/span&gt;: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LESLIE&lt;/span&gt;: Well, it's just that that's the difference between love and sex. Sex is the game where everyone wins a little prize, and no one goes home a loser. And... love is the game that's really hard to win. But if you do, and you get to take home that life-sized stuffed rhinoceros, it feels a whole lot better than taking home that shitty little plastic key chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NIKKI&lt;/span&gt;: You don't have to hide the fact that you're gay. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KAT&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NIKKI&lt;/span&gt;: Look, you can do whatever you want. I just don't want you falling in love with me, that's all. I don't have patience for that type of of bullshit, man or woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7423478593036584303?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7423478593036584303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7423478593036584303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7423478593036584303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7423478593036584303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-sex-2007.html' title='After Sex (2007)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3148414932971319567</id><published>2009-10-25T14:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:30:10.501+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>DAVID: I have only ever lived for peace. I lift my eyes to you. And I know I'll find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Kings 1x12 The New King (Part 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3148414932971319567?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3148414932971319567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3148414932971319567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3148414932971319567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3148414932971319567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4263659351894371587</id><published>2009-10-24T17:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:59:41.187+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Whatever works (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BORIS: I happen to hate New Year's celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don't kid yourself, it's by no means all up to your own human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck than you'd like to admit. Christ, you know the odds of your father's one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you? Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1178663/"&gt;Whatever Works&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-4263659351894371587?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4263659351894371587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4263659351894371587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4263659351894371587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4263659351894371587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/whatever-works-2009.html' title='Whatever works (2009)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5260200823787638117</id><published>2009-10-16T21:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:56:17.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>glee fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w-FkSKia-lw&amp;amp;hl=es&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/w-FkSKia-lw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/you-keep-me-hangin-on-lyrics-the-supremes.html"&gt;You Keep Me Hanging On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5260200823787638117?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5260200823787638117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5260200823787638117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5260200823787638117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5260200823787638117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/glee-fever.html' title='glee fever'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7664409517827248125</id><published>2009-10-15T22:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:30:31.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Worthless nonsense; drivel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="shw"&gt;blahs&lt;/span&gt;  A general feeling of discomfort, dissatisfaction, or depression: &lt;i&gt;"Monday morning Oscar woke up with the blahs"&lt;/i&gt; (New Yorker).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;!-- __ADSHERE --&gt; &lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Dull and uninteresting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Low in spirit or health; down: &lt;i&gt;sat around all day feeling blah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7664409517827248125?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7664409517827248125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7664409517827248125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7664409517827248125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7664409517827248125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5954108362065871353</id><published>2009-10-15T22:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:29:59.446+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ximpleries_pseudo-poètiques'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>El silencio insulta</title><content type='html'>El silencio insulta, la ausencia de la razón turba&lt;br /&gt;Puede lo que quedó sobre la piel a la mirada que traspasó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el recuerdo quiere ganar al sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de no querer querer y resistirse a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;A veces no queda más que hacer que borrar&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de cubrir el desaguisado con una nueva capa&lt;br /&gt;Me lo tomo con calma&lt;br /&gt;Con más miedo que nunca y menos esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;Deshago el trabajo de la mañana cada tarde&lt;br /&gt;Penélope necia y desganada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el recuerdo sigue queriendo ganar al sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio del ruido de fondo de una frecuencia vacía,&lt;br /&gt;Me llega un mensaje, claro y más que razonable&lt;br /&gt;Deja de escuchar a la nada, atrévete a volver a soñar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5954108362065871353?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5954108362065871353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5954108362065871353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5954108362065871353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5954108362065871353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-silencio-insulta.html' title='El silencio insulta'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3085183975439832463</id><published>2009-10-13T21:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:04:35.022+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epicaricacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Normas e imposiciones para mi fuerza de voluntad</title><content type='html'>1. Cuando sientas el impulso irrefrenable de volver, de echar mano, de recordar y recontar, desvíalo a ese algo constructivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Si eres débil -y lo serás, no te engañes-, con objeto de minimizar el impacto de ésta tu debilidad, permítete volver un máximo de una vez diaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Recordar está prohibido después de las siete, al igual que los carbohidratos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ya que debes saltarte alguna norma, olvida la estupidez de los carbohidratos y consume todos los que te pida el cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Vuelve a ser tú misma lo más rápido que puedas. Eso incluye los buenos hábitos y el saludable nivel de autoestima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cuida tu caligrafía. "Despacito y con buena letra" tiene su razón de ser, y te hará sentir mejor contigo misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Intenta desarrollar un complejo de superioridad. Nunca vienen mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3085183975439832463?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3085183975439832463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3085183975439832463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3085183975439832463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3085183975439832463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/normas-e-imposiciones-para-mi-fuerza-de.html' title='Normas e imposiciones para mi fuerza de voluntad'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8446373860884340452</id><published>2009-10-13T20:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:47:27.437+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>imbécil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="eEtimo"&gt; (&lt;a&gt;Del&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="latín, latino o latina"&gt;lat.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;imbecillis&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="adjetivo"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Alelado, escaso de razón. &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado, usada o usadas también como sustantivo"&gt;U. t. c. s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="adjetivo"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="poco usado o usada, poco usados o usadas"&gt;p. us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Flaco, débil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8446373860884340452?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8446373860884340452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8446373860884340452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8446373860884340452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8446373860884340452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/imbecil.html' title='imbécil'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6853249420507120440</id><published>2009-10-11T18:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:17:15.585+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>useless stuff</title><content type='html'>TED: It's funny. When you date someone, it's like you're taking one long course in who that person is and then, when you break up, all that stuff becomes useless. It's the emotional equivalent of an English degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- How I Met Your Mother 5x03 Robin 101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6853249420507120440?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6853249420507120440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6853249420507120440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6853249420507120440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6853249420507120440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/useless-stuff.html' title='useless stuff'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-454304409744945674</id><published>2009-10-05T22:37:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:25:13.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Before Sunset (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;CELINE&lt;/span&gt;: And, how can you say that? Because... I mean, I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like... this! You know? People just have an affaire, or even entire relationships. They break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed a brand of cereals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I was never able to forget anyone I've been with. Because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me, I never fully recover. That's why I'm very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much. Even getting laid! I actually don't do that. I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I'm obsessed with little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm crazy, but when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road, or the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk... Little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each other, that moved me, and that I miss, and will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: Why didn't we do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: Because we were young and stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: You think we still are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life you only realize it only happens a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: Well, all these couples expected after a few years of living together for the passion, that consuming desire, to be the same as in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: It's impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: No, I know, I know that. I mean, God, otherwise we would end up with aneurism if we were in that constant state of excitement, right? We would end up doing nothing at all with our lives. Do you think you would have finished your book, if... if you were fucking somebody every 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: I might have welcomed the challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: I was thinking. For me it's better I don't romanticize things as much anymore. I was suffering so much all the time. I still have lots of dreams, but they're not in regard to my love life. It doesn't make me sad, it's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: Is that why you're in a relationship with somebody who's never around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: Yes, obviously, I can't deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves and I miss him, but at least I'm not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I'm like suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: No, wait, you just said that you need to love and be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE:Yeah, but when I do, it quickly makes me nauseous! It's a disaster. I mean, I'm really happy only when I'm on my own. Even being alone... it's better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It's not so easy for me to be a romantic. You start off that way, and, after you've been screwed over a few times, you... You forget about all your delusional ideas, and you just take what comes into your life. That's not even true, I haven't been screwed over, I've just had too many bla relationship. They weren't mean, they cared for me, but they were no real connection, or excitement. At least, not from my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: God, I'm sorry, is it... Is it really that bad? It's not, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: You know? It's not even that, I was... I was fine. Until I read your fucking book! It stirred shit out from you, it reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things and now it's like I don't believe in anything that relates to love, I don't feel things for people anymore. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night and I was never able to feel all this again. Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you and you took them with you! It made me feel cold, like if love wasn't for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: I... I don't believe that. I don't believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE: You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE; But it's my fault, I know that it's my fault, because I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd, the idea that we can only be complete with another person is... EVIL! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: Can I talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE; You know, I guess I've been heart broken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, form the starts, I make no effort. Because I know exactly what hap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: You can't do that. You can't do that, you can't live your life trying to avoid pain, at the expense of en...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE; Ok, you know what? Lose our words! I've gotta... I've gotta get away from you. Stop the car, I want to get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESSE: You know, that I ca... that I can't keep living like this, that there's gotta be something more to love than commitment. But then I think that I might have given up on the whole idea of romantic love. That I... I might have put it to bed, that day when you weren't there. You know, I think I might have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9625982-454304409744945674?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/454304409744945674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=454304409744945674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/454304409744945674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/454304409744945674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-sunset-2004.html' title='Before Sunset (2004)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1744428605328137994</id><published>2009-10-02T23:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:21:20.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shake_that_paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>it's all rubbish, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;JEFF&lt;/em&gt;: It's all rubbish, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JANE&lt;/em&gt;: Rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JEFF&lt;/em&gt;: They're not exploring their feelings, they're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JANE&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah, yeah. 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Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROSS&lt;/span&gt;: Hey. Oh, oh, how'd it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PHOEBE&lt;/span&gt;: Um, not so good. He walked me to the subway and said 'We should do this again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;: Ohh. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RACHEL&lt;/span&gt;: What? He said 'we should do it again', that's good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MONICA&lt;/span&gt;: Uh, no. Loosely translated 'We should do this again' means 'You will never see me naked'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RACHEL&lt;/span&gt;: Since when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;: Since always. It's like dating language. Y'know, like 'It's not you' means 'It is you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANDLER&lt;/span&gt;: Or 'You're such a nice guy' means 'I'm gonna be dating leather-wearing alcoholics and complaining about them to you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PHOEBE&lt;/span&gt;: Or, or, y'know, um, 'I think we should see other people' means 'Ha, ha, I already am'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Friends 1x03 The One with the Thumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-4053388907984368882?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4053388907984368882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4053388907984368882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4053388907984368882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4053388907984368882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-cushion-blow.html' title='(don&apos;t) cushion the blow'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-9025910773602337096</id><published>2009-09-29T11:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:36:23.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_the_universe_and_everything_musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>Se'm moren les plantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2KXiPVcAxQ&amp;amp;hl=es&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/p2KXiPVcAxQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alegria-de-la-huerta.blogspot.com/2007/06/sem-moren-les-plantes-mazoni.html"&gt;més/más&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-9025910773602337096?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/9025910773602337096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=9025910773602337096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9025910773602337096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9025910773602337096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-moren-les-plantes.html' title='Se&apos;m moren les plantes'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6287408361838261012</id><published>2009-09-28T10:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:25:38.427+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epicaricacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i_punt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressiveness'/><title type='text'>flaky</title><content type='html'>also  &lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span class="kw"&gt;-i·er&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="kw"&gt;-i·est&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Made of or resembling flakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Forming or tending to form flakes or thin, crisp fragments: &lt;i&gt;flaky pastry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slang&lt;/i&gt;.  Somewhat eccentric; odd: &lt;i&gt;"that slightly flakey quality, in joy as well as in grief, that prepares us subtly for the mad scenes to come"&lt;/i&gt; (Village Voice).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="shw"&gt;flakily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;flak&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;i·ly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;adv.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shw"&gt;flakiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;flak&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;i·ness&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div id="h_ads1" class="hidden;"&gt; &lt;table style="width: 580px;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/library/Hacker%20Slang-cid-30230" class="tabTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="tabTitle" title="The Jargon File © 2007"&gt;Hacker Slang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="hw"&gt;flaky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="linkToTop" onclick="scroll(0,0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(var sp. &lt;span class="firstterm"&gt;flakey&lt;/span&gt;) Subject to frequent &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/lossage-computer-jargon" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;&lt;i class="glossterm"&gt;lossage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This use is of course related to the common slang use of the word to describe a person as eccentric, crazy, or just unreliable. A system that is flaky is working, sort of — enough that you are tempted to try to use it — but fails frequently enough that the odds in favor of finishing what you start are low. Commonwealth hackish prefers &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/dodgy" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;&lt;i class="glossterm"&gt;dodgy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/wonky" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;&lt;i class="glossterm"&gt;wonky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6287408361838261012?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6287408361838261012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6287408361838261012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6287408361838261012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6287408361838261012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/flaky.html' title='flaky'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3872553990150310720</id><published>2009-09-24T01:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:25:09.274+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonadada_me_hallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>Imogen Heap - Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLv9Q5hQ_Dk&amp;amp;hl=es&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/QLv9Q5hQ_Dk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kovideo.net/lyrics/i/Imogen-Heap/Whatever.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3872553990150310720?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3872553990150310720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3872553990150310720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3872553990150310720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3872553990150310720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/imogen-heap-whatever.html' title='Imogen Heap - Whatever'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4546097705598623388</id><published>2009-09-24T00:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:01:11.060+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;neglected&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;neglected&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/definition/unattended"&gt;unattended&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" width="42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;lacking a caretaker; "a neglected child"; "many casualties were lying unattended"  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/definition/ignored"&gt;ignored&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;neglected&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wordreference.com/definition/unheeded"&gt;unheeded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" width="42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="33"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;disregarded; "his cries were unheeded"; "Shaw's neglected one-act comedy, `A Village Wooing'"; "her ignored advice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="infl-inline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/high" title="high"&gt;high&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/maintenance" title="maintenance"&gt;maintenance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary"&gt;comparative&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="form-of comparative-form-of"&gt;&lt;b&gt;more high-maintenance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Appendix:Glossary#comparable" title="Appendix:Glossary"&gt;superlative&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="form-of superlative-form-of"&gt;&lt;b&gt;most high-maintenance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Describes a system which requires a high degree of &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/maintenance" title="maintenance"&gt;maintenance&lt;/a&gt; to ensure proper functioning and without which it is likely to break down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="ib-brac"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-brac"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ib-content"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-content"&gt;figuratively&lt;span class="ib-comma"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-comma"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ib-brac"&gt;&lt;span class="qualifier-brac"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Who requires a lot of attention. &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has this incredibly &lt;b&gt;high-maintenance&lt;/b&gt; girlfriend; if he doesn't tell her that he loves her every five minutes, she tends to break down into hysterical depressive weepy fits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-4546097705598623388?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4546097705598623388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4546097705598623388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4546097705598623388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4546097705598623388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/neglected-adjective-1-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7480125312247768347</id><published>2009-09-20T16:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:08:28.087+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>The Ones That I Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are living among(st) two dutiful daughters&lt;br /&gt;Of a man who possesses two beautiful daughters&lt;br /&gt;The most glorious beings in creation;&lt;br /&gt;They'd be the pride and joy of any nation.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot know, nor (yet) try to guess,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet soothingness of their caress&lt;br /&gt;The outstanding genius of this pair&lt;br /&gt;Is understood by few, they are so rare.&lt;br /&gt;Compared with these two, every man is a fool.&lt;br /&gt;The world is most honoured that they should deign to rule,&lt;br /&gt;And above us these Goddesses reign on high.&lt;br /&gt;I worship the power of these lovely two&lt;br /&gt;With that adoring love known to so few.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis indeed a miracle, one must feel,&lt;br /&gt;That two such heavenly creatures are real.&lt;br /&gt;Both sets of eyes, though different far, hold many mysteries strange.&lt;br /&gt;Impassively they watch the race of man decay and change.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred burning bright in the brown eyes, with enemies for fuel,&lt;br /&gt;Icy scorn glitters in the grey eyes, contemptuous and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Why are men such fools they will not realize&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom that is hidden behind those strange eyes?&lt;br /&gt;And these wonderful people are you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pauline Yvonne Parker, 1953. (back of diary) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7480125312247768347?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7480125312247768347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7480125312247768347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7480125312247768347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7480125312247768347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/ones-that-i-worship.html' title='The Ones That I Worship'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4966459335314996183</id><published>2009-09-19T19:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:52:07.948+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shake_that_paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REBADOW&lt;/em&gt;: You know, you try to prepare for a death, but always secretly you believe there's a chance that the doctors were wrong, that they'll find a cure, and that as long as he's alive there's time. So, while you think you're stealing yourself, all you're really doing is waiting on the miracle, which is why, when death comes, it's so horrible, because you realize... you weren't prepared at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUSMALIS&lt;/em&gt;: But you knew last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;REBADOW&lt;/em&gt;: On some level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Oz 5x08 Impotence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-4966459335314996183?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4966459335314996183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4966459335314996183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont_U_let_them_pull_U_down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet_dreams_are_made_of_this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog_crap'/><title type='text'>Life can be nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;¿O no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GwQuPAq6qMQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/GwQuPAq6qMQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" 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title='Life can be nice'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-9161151410994139563</id><published>2009-09-17T21:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:24:35.581+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><title type='text'>Vulnerable and sensitive core</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SWEETS&lt;/span&gt;: Now, I think you and I both know that Dr. Brennan's hyper rationality is really just a cover for a very vulnerable and sensitive core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOOTH&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, so we're talking about Bones' brain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SWEETS&lt;/span&gt;: So, if you breach those defenses, and it turns out you don't really love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Bones 5x01 Harbingers in the Fountain&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/9625982-9161151410994139563?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/9161151410994139563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=9161151410994139563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9161151410994139563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I know things deep in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- 10 Things I Hate About you 1x10 I Want You To Want Me&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/9625982-8049478920250128792?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8049478920250128792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8049478920250128792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8049478920250128792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8049478920250128792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/deep.html' title='Deep'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5264731621805817986</id><published>2009-09-05T18:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:47:50.201+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¡Qué &lt;em&gt;difísil&lt;/em&gt; es ser &lt;em&gt;sho&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5264731621805817986?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5264731621805817986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5264731621805817986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5264731621805817986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5264731621805817986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-difisil-es-ser-sho.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7395246385962092162</id><published>2009-09-05T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:57:39.053+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Siempre ha sido así</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decidí prepararme el discurso con antelación. "Lo cierto es que no se me da muy bien hablar en absoluto. Soy muy retraído y me pongo en tensión. Me lo guardo todo y lo convierto en palabras en el papel. Seguro que se llevará una decepción conmigo, pero así ha sido siempre".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Charles Bukowski, "Consecuencias de una larga nota de rechazo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7395246385962092162?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7395246385962092162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7395246385962092162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7395246385962092162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7395246385962092162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/09/siempre-ha-sido-asi.html' title='Siempre ha sido así'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-2339538763965945937</id><published>2009-08-23T15:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:07:37.477+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>vacación</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="eEtimo"&gt; (&lt;a&gt;Del&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="latín, latino o latina"&gt;lat.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;vacatĭo, -ōnis&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Descanso temporal de una actividad habitual, principalmente del trabajo remunerado o de los estudios. &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado o usada más en plural"&gt;U. m. en pl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Tiempo que dura la cesación del trabajo. &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Usado o usada más en plural"&gt;U. m. en pl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="poco usado o usada, poco usados o usadas"&gt;p. us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Acción de &lt;a href="http://buscon.rae.es/draeI/SrvltObtenerHtml?origen=RAE&amp;amp;LEMA=vacar&amp;amp;SUPIND=0&amp;amp;CAREXT=10000&amp;amp;NEDIC=No#0_2"&gt;&lt;span class="eReferencia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vacar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      (&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em;"&gt;‖ &lt;/span&gt;quedar un empleo o cargo sin persona que lo desempeñe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="poco usado o usada, poco usados o usadas"&gt;p. us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Cargo o dignidad que está vacante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-2339538763965945937?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2339538763965945937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=2339538763965945937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2339538763965945937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2339538763965945937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacacion.html' title='vacación'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-438622060261240574</id><published>2009-08-23T15:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:06:57.917+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pero_esto_no_lo_habia_posteado_yo_antes?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can take a hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-438622060261240574?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/438622060261240574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=438622060261240574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/438622060261240574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/438622060261240574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-take-hint.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8171491477316389289</id><published>2009-08-22T16:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:13:41.825+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me_hago_vieja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet_dreams_are_made_of_this'/><title type='text'>Wide open, dicen - qué cachondos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_5o4b9aC4w&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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title="latín, latino o latina"&gt;lat.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;patientĭa&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Capacidad de padecer o soportar algo sin alterarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Capacidad para hacer cosas pesadas o minuciosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Facultad de saber esperar cuando algo se desea mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Lentitud para hacer algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Resalte inferior del asiento de una silla de coro, de modo que, levantado aquel, pueda servir de apoyo a quien está de pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Bollo redondo y muy pequeño hecho con harina, huevo, almendra y azúcar y cocido en el horno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="0_7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre femenino"&gt;f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Tolerancia o consentimiento en mengua del honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1896247451597198442?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1896247451597198442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1896247451597198442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1896247451597198442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1896247451597198442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/paciencia.html' title='paciencia'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-9106600561575701432</id><published>2009-08-21T12:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:23:58.269+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Cuaderno de bitácora del a ud. quién le ha dado vela en este entierro</title><content type='html'>Entrada nº1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/So6Dd4XvY-I/AAAAAAAAANA/8Lxca9Kkrd8/s1600-h/l4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/So6Dd4XvY-I/AAAAAAAAANA/8Lxca9Kkrd8/s400/l4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372375954870985698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al parecer, soy demasiado &lt;em&gt;sencillina&lt;/em&gt;. Me han dicho/ordenado que debería "probar" un día a pintarme un "poquitín", recogerme el pelo y ponerme un vestido. Como si nunca en la vida hubiera hecho cosa semejante (en lo del vestido están en lo cierto, pero antes de los tres años sí llevaba, así que no del todo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-9106600561575701432?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/9106600561575701432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=9106600561575701432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9106600561575701432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9106600561575701432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuaderno-de-bitacora-del-ud-quien-le-ha.html' title='Cuaderno de bitácora del a ud. quién le ha dado vela en este entierro'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/So6Dd4XvY-I/AAAAAAAAANA/8Lxca9Kkrd8/s72-c/l4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7353763133328108744</id><published>2009-08-21T00:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:12:12.161+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>roller coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; A steep, sharply curving elevated railway with small open passenger cars that is operated at high speeds as a ride, especially in an amusement park.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; An action, event, or experience marked by abrupt, extreme changes in circumstance, quality, or behavior: &lt;i&gt;“the demographic roller coaster caused by the baby boom”&lt;/i&gt; (American Demographics).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7353763133328108744?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7353763133328108744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7353763133328108744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7353763133328108744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7353763133328108744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-coaster.html' title='roller coaster'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-853292356909265199</id><published>2009-08-19T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:08:02.101+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>detriment</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Damage, harm, or loss: &lt;i&gt;took a long leave of absence without detriment to her career.&lt;/i&gt; See synonyms at &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/disadvantage" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;&lt;span class="kw"&gt;disadvantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Something that causes damage, harm, or loss: &lt;i&gt;Smoking is now considered a detriment to good health.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="ety"&gt;[Middle English, from Old French, from Latin &lt;span class="emon"&gt;dētrīmentum&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span class="emon"&gt;dētrītus&lt;/span&gt;, past participle of &lt;i&gt;dēterere&lt;/i&gt;, to lessen, wear down : &lt;span class="emon"&gt;dē-&lt;/span&gt;, de- + &lt;span class="emon"&gt;terere&lt;/span&gt;, to rub.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-853292356909265199?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/853292356909265199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=853292356909265199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/853292356909265199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/853292356909265199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/detriment.html' title='detriment'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-867452633096742951</id><published>2009-08-19T12:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:05:49.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonadada_me_hallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salida_de_pata_de_banco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'>Toddlers &amp; Tiaras: the very definition of creepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Repulsive. Living vicariously through your kids and sexualizing them since age three in the process. Wow, BIG parenting FAIL, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has recovered form the shock enough to put two coherent words together about it writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you aren’t familiar with the show, I’ll share what I have gathered from watching about two minutes of the show on the internet.  I wasn’t comfortable watching any more than that because I’m pretty sure my IP or MAC address would have been logged in the FBI’s pedophile database if I had.  But I digress.  As far as I can tell, this is the show: a bunch of maniacal, sicko parents with serious mental issues paint up their daughters, whose ages range from about three or four to ten or so, like little hookers and enter them in beauty pageants, and the show documents various families as they prepare for the big pageant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the entry here: &lt;a href="http://www.delsquacho.com/blog/2009/03/25/im-pretty-sure-weve-hit-a-new-low/"&gt;TLC's latest abomination is a show pedophiles will love. Everyone else will just be creeped out..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally intend to infantilize mine until they decide to join a convent. For reals. Well, obviously won't be doing that either. But it would be preferrable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not including any kind of video content or links for obvious reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-867452633096742951?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/867452633096742951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=867452633096742951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/867452633096742951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/867452633096742951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/toddlers-tiaras-very-definition-of.html' title='Toddlers &amp; Tiaras: the very definition of creepy'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7921463833600377337</id><published>2009-08-16T03:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T03:51:31.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si tomás, no manejés ni el coco, ni el pan de coco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7921463833600377337?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7921463833600377337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7921463833600377337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7921463833600377337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7921463833600377337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-tomas-no-manejes-ni-el-coco-ni-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-3177956903539932568</id><published>2009-08-14T11:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:37:32.523+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>in awe, i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfoQOenh9Cw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfoQOenh9Cw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-3177956903539932568?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3177956903539932568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=3177956903539932568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3177956903539932568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/3177956903539932568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-awe-i-am.html' title='in awe, i am'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6769101303900678086</id><published>2009-08-14T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:55:08.057+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><title type='text'>anticlimax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hw"&gt;an·ti·cli·max&lt;/span&gt;   (&lt;span style="color: blue;" class="pointer" onclick="pw = window.open('http://content.answers.com/main/content/pronkey-answers.html', 'PronunciationKey', 'height=650,width=520,resizable,scrollbars');if(pw){pw.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ăn&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;tē-klī&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;măks&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, ăn&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;tī-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" onmouseover="status='Click to hear pronunciation';return true;" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onclick="playIt('http://content.answers.com/main/content/ahd4/pron/A0336800.wav')"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- took out dontStickTabs="true"--&gt; &lt;span id="sPron" style="position: absolute;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- function playIt(sUrl) {  document.getElementById('sPron').innerHTML='&lt;embed src="' + sUrl + '" hidden="true" autostart="true" loop="false" type="audio/mpeg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;'; } // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; A decline viewed in disappointing contrast with a previous rise: &lt;i&gt;the anticlimax of a brilliant career.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Something trivial or commonplace that concludes a series of significant events: &lt;i&gt;After a week of dramatic negotiations, all that followed was anticlimax.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A sudden descent in speaking or writing from the impressive or significant to the ludicrous or inconsequential, or an instance of it: &lt;i&gt;“Waggish non-Yale men never seem weary of calling ‘for God, for Country and for Yale’ the outstanding single anticlimax in the English language”&lt;/i&gt; (Time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="shw"&gt;anticlimactic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;an&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;ti·cli·mac&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;tic&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span style="color: blue;" class="pointer" onclick="pw = window.open('http://content.answers.com/main/content/pronkey-answers.html', 'PronunciationKey', 'height=650,width=520,resizable,scrollbars');if(pw){pw.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;-klī-măk&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;tĭk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shw"&gt;anticlimactically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;an&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;ti·cli·mac&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;ti·cal·ly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;adv.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6769101303900678086?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6769101303900678086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6769101303900678086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6769101303900678086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6769101303900678086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/anticlimax.html' title='anticlimax'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-111151518589912713</id><published>2009-08-13T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:30:59.433+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salida_de_pata_de_banco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_universe_and_everything_else_there_is_to_learn_about'/><title type='text'>Frases célebres</title><content type='html'>"640k should be enough for everyone"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-111151518589912713?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/111151518589912713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=111151518589912713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/111151518589912713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/111151518589912713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/frases-celebres.html' title='Frases célebres'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-484213115497938185</id><published>2009-08-12T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:02:07.920+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>The seventeen stages of Whatever</title><content type='html'>1. Skepticism&lt;br /&gt;2. Gladness&lt;br /&gt;3. (Maybe?) Hopefulness&lt;br /&gt;4. Unadulterated joy&lt;br /&gt;5. Impatience&lt;br /&gt;6. Doubt&lt;br /&gt;7. Self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;8. Self-deprication&lt;br /&gt;9. Anorexia&lt;br /&gt;10. Bargaining&lt;br /&gt;11. Self-delusion&lt;br /&gt;12. Self-convincing&lt;br /&gt;13. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;14. Relief&lt;br /&gt;15. Irritability &amp; general bitchiness&lt;br /&gt;16. Anger&lt;br /&gt;17. Zen&lt;br /&gt;Bonus. Jump back to any stage from 3 to 5 with higher emphasis on the "self" stages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-484213115497938185?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/484213115497938185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=484213115497938185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/484213115497938185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/484213115497938185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/seventeen-stages-of-whatever.html' title='The seventeen stages of Whatever'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6227373730361739216</id><published>2009-08-12T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:00:27.399+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm losing my mime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6227373730361739216?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6227373730361739216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6227373730361739216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6227373730361739216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6227373730361739216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-losing-my-mime.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8660912515733364483</id><published>2009-08-11T16:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:19:13.184+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;SOOKIE: &lt;/em&gt;He's your maker, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ERIC:       &lt;/em&gt;Don't use words you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOOKIE: &lt;/em&gt;You have a lot of love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; ERIC:       &lt;/em&gt;Don't use words I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- True Blood 2x08 Timebomb&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/9625982-8660912515733364483?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8660912515733364483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8660912515733364483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8660912515733364483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8660912515733364483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1934347950504051298</id><published>2009-07-08T20:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:33:34.029+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me_hago_vieja'/><title type='text'>The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky</title><content type='html'>Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment, I swear we were infinite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment will just be another story someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing "unity".&lt;br /&gt;It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1934347950504051298?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1934347950504051298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1934347950504051298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1934347950504051298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1934347950504051298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/07/perks-of-being-wallflower.html' title='The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1379062114197426474</id><published>2009-07-08T13:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:27:21.292+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's about the gayest thing I've ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1379062114197426474?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1379062114197426474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1379062114197426474' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1379062114197426474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1379062114197426474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-about-gayest-thing-ive-ever-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5617520545078618638</id><published>2009-07-07T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:37:07.737+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocets_de_res'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>Your demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I tried it. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my monster. What would it look like? Big, I decided. Bigger than me. Dark, definitely dark. Masked, one with the shadows. Trim enough to sneak up on you, and yet stout, corpulent enough that he could clearly overpower you anytime. Not necessarily male but decidedly masculine, aggressive. Slits for eyes, of a really clear or bright color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I concentrated on the opposite image. A skinny, stringy, glowing-in-the-dark, sexless, big-eyed, effeminate, unmissable, unavoidable, thinner than air light creature that came directly at me in an open space, at light speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is fucking scary too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5617520545078618638?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5617520545078618638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5617520545078618638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5617520545078618638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5617520545078618638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-demons.html' title='Your demons'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5173661323074495187</id><published>2009-07-05T13:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:11:29.796+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_universe_and_everything_else_there_is_to_learn_about'/><title type='text'>1 pregunta a Abdelá Taia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;¿Será legal algún día el matrimonio gay en su país?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me casaré jamás. El matrimonio es la negación de la individualidad. Me gustaría que los homosexuales disfrutasen de ese derecho como los heterosexuales. Pero no acepto más dictadura que la del amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5173661323074495187?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5173661323074495187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5173661323074495187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5173661323074495187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5173661323074495187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-pregunta-abdela-taia.html' title='1 pregunta a Abdelá Taia'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5256813126041327760</id><published>2009-07-04T22:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:19:01.313+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life_imitates_art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me_hago_vieja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conten_que_un_conte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overlabeling_much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog_crap'/><title type='text'>Los Misterios de la Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/Sk-5y_KccDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j9o1BdcP4FM/s1600-h/lmslv001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0AKUDLV7WE/Sk-5y_KccDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/j9o1BdcP4FM/s400/lmslv001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354702767566647346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¡Pensaba que lo había perdido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y menos mal que no. Vivan los padres liberales y rojillos que saben educar a sus niños (véanse: los míos). Este es el TBO que mis progenitores me procuraron (mentira, ya lo tenían y acabo de darme cuenta de que era más para adultos pero para niños) para explicarme todo eso de dónde vienen los niños (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spoiler alert&lt;/span&gt;: no los trae la cigüeña).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborado por la Obra Nacional de la Infancia Belga (tomayá) y llegado hasta mí gracias a la traducción y editado del Excmo. Ayuntamiento de Zaragoza. Yo que lo recordaba como un libro de los de verdad de tapa dura, resulta que es un tebeucho grapado... Pero eso es lo de menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Es completito, completito. Desde los cambios que sufren los adolescentes mutantes hasta el nacimiento pasando por -por supuesto- cómo se hacen los nenes y hasta una visión detallada (uso esta palabra en un sentido liberal) de cada uno de los trimestres del embarazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iba a compartirlo con el mundo por aquí, pero me ha salido un fichero gigantesco, así que... Lo he puesto en sendspace y hasta que dure (nota: no duran mucho). Es un .zip para no hacerlo demasiado complicado para nadie (nota2: eso es una "carpeta comprimida"). Lo recomiendo muy mucho. De hecho siempre me ha parecido una genial idea como cuento informativo para críos y, cuando tenga zagales propios (si toca, y donde digo propios quiero decir legalmente propios) si el original que tengo ahora en mis manos termina de caerse a cachos y no encuentro copia nueva... espero les sirva la copia digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.sendspace.com/file/dnxdue'&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/dnxdue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5256813126041327760?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5256813126041327760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5256813126041327760' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4027892405549480770</id><published>2009-06-20T14:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:25:21.426+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Neil Gaiman compendium</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mx_l1bBrPk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mx_l1bBrPk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param 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width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8257438231120124232</id><published>2009-06-08T09:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:51:16.394+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog_crap'/><title type='text'>x-press ur-self</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAvBDECkFjM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gAvBDECkFjM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6559614301515649525</id><published>2009-05-29T20:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:49:50.285+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet_dreams_are_made_of_this'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Menos mal que la gente hace cosas como este corto para devolverme el (buen) humor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNiqfRyoAyA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNiqfRyoAyA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6559614301515649525?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6559614301515649525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6559614301515649525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6559614301515649525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6559614301515649525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/menos-mal-que-la-gente-hace-cosas-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7882620375374527006</id><published>2009-05-29T20:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:16:16.633+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckyoualready_will_ya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonadada_me_hallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salida_de_pata_de_banco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'>No.me.jo.das.</title><content type='html'>Creo que el título lo dice todo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/sociedad/Canizares/ministro/Papa/ve/peor/abortar/abusar/ninos/elpepisoc/20090529elpepisoc_4/Tes"&gt;Cañizares, 'ministro' del Papa, ve peor abortar que abusar de niños&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eso me pasa por coger un periódico y echarle un vistazo a los titulares...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7882620375374527006?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7882620375374527006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7882620375374527006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7882620375374527006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7882620375374527006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/nomejodas.html' title='No.me.jo.das.'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7701969985762067728</id><published>2009-05-27T20:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:30:36.978+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>How the Mormon Stole Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:logoonline.com:394584" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="configParams=logovideo%3Dtrue%26vid%3Dnull&amp;amp;allowFullScreen=true&amp;amp;hasContinuousPlay=false" allowscriptaccess="never" base="." width="425" height="354"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; width: 425px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.logoonline.com/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;More Gay &amp;amp; Lesbian Videos At LogoOnline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;for one who hates the fags with anger so super&lt;br /&gt;must really be someone who likes to be screwed in the pooper&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7701969985762067728?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7701969985762067728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7701969985762067728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7701969985762067728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7701969985762067728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-mormon-stole-everything.html' title='How the Mormon Stole Everything'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-6333133309637236451</id><published>2009-05-24T14:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:33:53.281+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Coraline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03yzQyrsn90&amp;amp;hl=es&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/03yzQyrsn90&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is that the book is fucking creepy and terrifying. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/coraline_ver11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 486px; height: 691px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/coraline_ver11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-6333133309637236451?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6333133309637236451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=6333133309637236451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6333133309637236451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/6333133309637236451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/coraline.html' title='Coraline'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5181446035088106382</id><published>2009-05-18T22:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:28:13.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocets_de_res'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>La història es repetirà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Serem una entitat, vindrem en pack indivisible. 2x1. Tant temps ocupant el mateix espai físic farà que perdem el compte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ens començarà a importar això del compte. El temps començarà a pesar i la convivència escanyarà. Buscarem una excusa, no et suporto més i això no ho aguanto i es va acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Però no s'acabarà tan fàcil ni tan definitivament. Intentarem reconstruir una indivualitat escindida en dues, i durarà fins que el silenci fastiguegi. Arribarà un dia que ens podrà l'avorriment i en una arrencada de sinceritat, nocturnitat, alcoholisme o probablement una combinació de les tres, reprendrem el compte. El temps tornarà a deixar d'importar, perquè se'ns oblidi contar-lo. Serem una entitat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5181446035088106382?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5181446035088106382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5181446035088106382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5181446035088106382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5181446035088106382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-historia-es-repetira.html' title='La història es repetirà'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-9092688351462237928</id><published>2009-05-11T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:49:31.520+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Not to objectify you or anything (again)...</title><content type='html'>I had to (this year too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afterellen.com/people/2009/hot100"&gt;Hot hot hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ays... Este año sí que tenemos de tó)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-9092688351462237928?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/9092688351462237928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=9092688351462237928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9092688351462237928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/9092688351462237928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-to-objectify-you-or-anything-again.html' title='Not to objectify you or anything (again)...'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7424421394811111770</id><published>2009-05-07T20:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:39:49.222+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><title type='text'>dengue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="eEtimo"&gt; (&lt;a title="voz onomatopéyica"&gt;Voz onomat.&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="1_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Melindre que consiste en afectar delicadezas, males y, a veces, disgusto de lo que más se quiere o desea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="1_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Esclavina de paño, usada por las mujeres, que llega hasta la mitad de la espalda, se cruza por el pecho, y las puntas se sujetan detrás del talle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="1_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="Medicina"&gt;Med.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; Enfermedad febril, epidémica y contagiosa, que se manifiesta por dolores de los miembros y un exantema semejante al de la escarlatina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: -0.5em;"&gt;&lt;a name="1_4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="eOrdenAcepLema"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4.     &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit"&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrvNoEdit" title="nombre masculino"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAbrv"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="eAbrv" title="América"&gt;Am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="eAcep"&gt; &lt;a href="http://buscon.rae.es/draeI/SrvltObtenerHtml?origen=RAE&amp;amp;LEMA=contoneo&amp;amp;SUPIND=0&amp;amp;CAREXT=10000&amp;amp;NEDIC=No#0_1"&gt;&lt;span class="eReferencia"&gt;&lt;b&gt;contoneo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7424421394811111770?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7424421394811111770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7424421394811111770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7424421394811111770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7424421394811111770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/dengue.html' title='dengue'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-2999025068282185270</id><published>2009-04-23T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:55:55.721+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>punyeter -a</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="650" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;   i &lt;i&gt;m&lt;/i&gt;   i &lt;i&gt;f&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt; vulg&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 &lt;/b&gt; Carregat de punyetes; que molesta, empipa o causa perjudici; emprenyador. &lt;i&gt;Aquesta punyetera feina no s'acaba mai! És un punyeter, tot el dia m'està empipant. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="650" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 &lt;/b&gt; Murri, espavilat per a aconseguir de la gent allò que l'interessa. &lt;i&gt;El teu germà és un punyeter, sempre se surt amb la seva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-2999025068282185270?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2999025068282185270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=2999025068282185270' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2999025068282185270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/2999025068282185270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/punyeter.html' title='punyeter -a'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8520025276956929599</id><published>2009-04-23T21:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:50:40.976+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><title type='text'>punyeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="650" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[de &lt;i&gt;puny&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="650" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; f&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; ant&lt;/i&gt;  Masturbació. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="650" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;2 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; vulg&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;1 &lt;/i&gt; Nom donat a qualsevol cosa que molesta, que no té cap utilitat, de poca importància. &lt;i&gt;Això de no poder fumar és una punyeta. Deixa't de punyetes i vés al gra. Estàs carregat de punyetes si penses que estàs massa gras. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="630" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt; a la quinta punyeta&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;loc adv&lt;/i&gt;  Molt lluny. &lt;i&gt;Viu a la quinta punyeta. Anar algú a la quinta punyeta. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="630" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt; anar-se'n a fer punyetes&lt;/b&gt; Fer-se malbé una cosa, desaparèixer. &lt;i&gt;Tot el negoci se n'ha anat a fer punyetes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="630" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt; anar &lt;span class="r"&gt;(o &lt;/span&gt;anar-se'n&lt;span class="r"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;a fer punyetes&lt;/b&gt; [ emprat en forma imperativa per a engegar algú de mala manera ] &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Vés a fer punyetes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="630" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt; enviar &lt;span class="r"&gt;(o &lt;/span&gt;engegar&lt;span class="r"&gt;) (algú) &lt;/span&gt;a fer punyetes&lt;/b&gt; Engegar-lo de mala manera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20" align="left" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="630" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt; fer la punyeta &lt;span class="r"&gt;(a algú)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Fastiguejar-lo, molestar-lo, impedir-li de fer allò que volia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" width="650" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;3 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt; interj&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt; vulg&lt;/i&gt;  Expressió que denota enuig, contrarietat, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8520025276956929599?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8520025276956929599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8520025276956929599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8520025276956929599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8520025276956929599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/punyeta.html' title='punyeta'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8576852794735724875</id><published>2009-04-23T15:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:42:41.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckyoualready_will_ya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odio profundamente a los obreros de la construcción. Así, en general y por extensión.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8576852794735724875?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8576852794735724875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8576852794735724875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8576852794735724875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8576852794735724875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/odio-profundamente-los-obreros-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-1572145198915325936</id><published>2009-04-11T15:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:29:41.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence_is_not_a_laughing_matter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><title type='text'>cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tvk2eJezAE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5tvk2eJezAE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-1572145198915325936?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1572145198915325936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=1572145198915325936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1572145198915325936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/1572145198915325936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/cut.html' title='cut'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8666248006012605971</id><published>2009-04-10T21:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:59:42.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><title type='text'>Punto y aparte</title><content type='html'>Te deseo tanto que estoy llorando. Escribo, deseándote, y unas lágrimas como piedras blandas caen sobre mi mesa de trabajo, impías, impasibles cual llanto ajeno, la dádiva que alguna plañidera ascentral me cede movida por la compasión.&lt;br /&gt;Lloro porque sé por qué lloro. Me siento embrutecida y derrotada, aterradoramente lúcida, impotente para sofrenar las riendas de este chaparrón dócil y orondo que, tengo la certidumbre, no traerá consigo un próximo arco iris.&lt;br /&gt;Desapercibida de cuanto me rodea los interrogantes atropellan buscando con torpeza alguna respuesta esclarecedora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana Guzner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8666248006012605971?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8666248006012605971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8666248006012605971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8666248006012605971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8666248006012605971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/punto-y-aparte.html' title='Punto y aparte'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5223765378861849066</id><published>2009-04-08T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:53:30.238+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please_ignore_the_wallowing_lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;There's a reason that fairy tales don't have two princesses.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;--Charlie, Ugly Betty 1x21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resent that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5223765378861849066?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5223765378861849066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5223765378861849066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5223765378861849066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5223765378861849066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-reason-that-fairy-tales-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7358223453049622610</id><published>2009-04-06T15:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:02:51.579+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñoñeces_varias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictitious_bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocets_de_res'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dramatització</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixa de mirar-me. No em demanis un gest, no em demanis un si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puc permetre'm acostumar-me a que siguis aquí. ¿Com em torno a acostumar a mi quan et vagis? ¿Què passa quan ens deixem, i no tinguem a qui tornar al final del dia? Tindré qué ser capaç d'ensenyar-me a tornar a respirar quan tinguis a algú nou a qui tornar al final de la resta dels teus dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, ¿això com es fa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7358223453049622610?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7358223453049622610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7358223453049622610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7358223453049622610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7358223453049622610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/dramatitzacio.html' title='Dramatització'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7919587632978194976</id><published>2009-04-02T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:49:51.377+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anotaciones_marginales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unkowingly ≡ desconegudament ≡ sin conocimiento, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7919587632978194976?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7919587632978194976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7919587632978194976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7919587632978194976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7919587632978194976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/unkowingly-desconegudament-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7201544665689843558</id><published>2009-03-24T15:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:16:07.335+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressiveness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- ¿Todavía no?&lt;br /&gt;- Todavía no.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y ahora?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;- Pos vale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-7201544665689843558?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7201544665689843558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=7201544665689843558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7201544665689843558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/7201544665689843558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/todavia-no-todavia-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-5906929897488496539</id><published>2009-03-22T14:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:34:54.252+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salida_de_pata_de_banco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'>Diario de agravios (IV)</title><content type='html'>Me toca los ovarios como nada la gente que habla de lo que no sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvira Lindo acerca de la campaña "¡Protege mi vida!":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Que cuidamos más al lince que a nuestros hijos, dicen. ¿Qué sabrán de hijos o del amor sexual aquellos que prometen mantenerse al margen de esa experiencia durante toda su vida? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy convencida de que hay muchos creyentes que no participan de la crueldad de un Papa que visita un continente que se muere de sida y recomienda la castidad en lugar del condón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no creo que haya que infravalorar la presión de una Iglesia que actúa como un animal herido. Son muchas las veces que han tenido que pedir perdón, por su actitud ante el genocidio, por su negación a la evidencia científica, pero en esta ocasión, con 22 millones de personas agonizantes que mueren antes de los 30 años, casi me atrevería a afirmar que no tienen perdón de Dios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theorangemarket.com/index.php/2009/03/16/%C2%BFy-yo-protege-mi-vida-nueva-campana-de-la-conferencia-episcopal-contra-el-aborto/"&gt;Esta campaña&lt;/a&gt; francamente me obliga a poner los ojos en blanco cada vez que paso por uno de las cincuenta vallas publicitarias que ocupan. &lt;a href="http://www.sindinero.org/blog/archives/745"&gt;Hipocresías aparte&lt;/a&gt;, me toca la moral lo burros que nos puede llegar a hacer la falta de educación científica. Menos mal que no conduzco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-5906929897488496539?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5906929897488496539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=5906929897488496539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5906929897488496539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/5906929897488496539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/diario-de-agravios-iv.html' title='Diario de agravios (IV)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4335696743299730440</id><published>2009-03-20T21:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:31:03.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You're obsessed with me. I like that about you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Veronica, &lt;em&gt;Better Off Ted&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/9625982-4335696743299730440?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4335696743299730440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4335696743299730440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4335696743299730440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4335696743299730440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-obsessed-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-396430446453188144</id><published>2009-03-18T15:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:16:32.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'>Diario de agravios (III)</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate liars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-396430446453188144?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/396430446453188144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=396430446453188144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/396430446453188144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/396430446453188144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/diario-de-agravios-iii.html' title='Diario de agravios (III)'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-7464317272347534753</id><published>2009-03-16T14:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:52:58.687+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><title type='text'>you wish, a-hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZePRVolYMV0&amp;amp;hl=es&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/ZePRVolYMV0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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a-hole'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-8260980884770987820</id><published>2009-03-16T12:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:17:15.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary_days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckyoualready_will_ya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epicaricacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random_thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuanto_mamarracho_suelto'/><title type='text'>lame</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="kw"&gt;lam·er&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="kw"&gt;lam·est&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Disabled so that movement, especially walking, is difficult or impossible: &lt;i&gt;Lame from the accident, he walked with a cane. A lame wing kept the bird from flying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Marked by pain or rigidness: &lt;i&gt;a lame back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Weak and ineffectual; unsatisfactory: &lt;i&gt;a lame attempt to apologize; lame excuses for not arriving on time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;i&gt;tr.v.&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="kw"&gt;lamed&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="kw"&gt;lam·ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="kw"&gt;lames&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p&gt; To cause to become lame; cripple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="ety"&gt;[Middle English, from Old English &lt;span class="emon"&gt;lama&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625982-8260980884770987820?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8260980884770987820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=8260980884770987820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8260980884770987820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/8260980884770987820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/lame.html' title='lame'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625982.post-4642825626081393819</id><published>2009-02-26T22:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:23:30.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vol_ser_un_relat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictitious_bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunno_where_i_was_going_with_this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocets_de_res'/><title type='text'>Heartless lying bastard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you something you may not know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born without a heart. Got a transplant at eleven days old because my mother thought it was weird. Really, not that it was life threatening or anything, but it gave her the willies. Mostly, I think she felt guilty she didn't know who my father was and was desperate to make me whole. No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take. And so I stand here, as heartless as I was brought into this world, telling you it's not you, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have an itchy ring finger. Not that serious, really. It's just it's always been naked. I guess I kept it that way for too long, because now, whenever a pretty girl responds to my attentions, the third finger of my left hand starts to itch like crazy. It's no mild irritation, mind you. It's mind-numbingly haunting. Comes from underneath my skin, I can feel it. Like a fucking billion red big-bummed ants are crawling inside that particular phalange. There's been occasions where I've woken up next to some gorgeous woman my inexistent heart couldn't feel a thing for to find I had scratched myself to the bone. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe me you should know I'm actually physically incapable of telling a lie. It's a bit of a problem, actually. When I try to utter a statement I know to be false, I get this allergic reaction to the essense of the untruth that makes my throat close up. It's an extremely rapid swelling. Kind of uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you can rest assured that I am being honest here. You will see no struggle for breath or sign of gagging when I tell you this. I don't fucking love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not and could not ever hold any kind of romantic feelings for you whatsoever. Not even a teansy bit of affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my finger's driving me nuts, so let's put a few miles between us, yeah?&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/9625982-4642825626081393819?l=somosungranvacio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4642825626081393819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625982&amp;postID=4642825626081393819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4642825626081393819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625982/posts/default/4642825626081393819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosungranvacio.blogspot.com/2009/02/heartless-lying-bastard.html' title='Heartless lying bastard'/><author><name>Alba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03718814681902945448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t244/digitalmenteprocesada/107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
