<?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-263314041085718147</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:47:47.842-07:00</updated><category term='Corinne Bailey'/><category term='Evanescence.'/><category term='Alan Parson'/><category term='Anni Lenox'/><category term='Silvio Rodriguez'/><category term='Robbie Williams'/><category term='Sting'/><category term='Aterciopelados.'/><category term='Memphis la Blusera.'/><category term='George Michael'/><category term='Spandau Ballet'/><category term='Laura Canoura.'/><category term='Rammstein'/><category term='Dexler.'/><category term='Lisa Stansfield'/><category term='Aute.'/><category term='Cabas'/><category term='Axel Fernandez'/><title type='text'>Arena.</title><subtitle type='html'>La musica me mueve, deslizando suave sus caricias hasta sentirme totalmente viva ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-2503502669856003962</id><published>2008-05-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:43:27.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabas'/><title type='text'>Cabas, Tu boca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="269" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3Sb1TQ-6SPI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que hace tanto me la paso vagabundeando&lt;br /&gt;sin saber que estoy probando y delirando con tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;tu boca... tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando al fin te veo siento como tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;sigue tan mojado y mis labios estan tan secos...&lt;br /&gt;tu boca... tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu beso es solo eso&lt;br /&gt;que me quita este peso de no sentir eso&lt;br /&gt;que me da tu boca... tu boca... tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando al fin te tengo procuro moverme lento&lt;br /&gt;porque no tocarte no seria mas que un tormento...&lt;br /&gt;tu boca... tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Y tienes un descaro de dejarme aqui sentado&lt;br /&gt;y tan acalorado y tan acalorado...&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu beso es solo eso&lt;br /&gt;que me quita este peso de no sentir eso&lt;br /&gt;que me da tu boca... tu boca... tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu beso es solo eso&lt;br /&gt;que me quita este peso de no sentir eso&lt;br /&gt;que me da tu boca... tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu beso es solo eso&lt;br /&gt;que me quita este peso de no sentir eso&lt;br /&gt;que me da tu boca... tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu beso es solo eso&lt;br /&gt;que me quita este peso de no sentir eso&lt;br /&gt;que me da tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;No te hagas la loca&lt;br /&gt;prestame tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;no te hagas loca&lt;br /&gt;prestame tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;no te hagas la loca&lt;br /&gt;prestame tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;no te hagas la loca&lt;br /&gt;prestame tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;tu loca boca.&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/263314041085718147-2503502669856003962?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/2503502669856003962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=2503502669856003962' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/2503502669856003962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/2503502669856003962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/05/cabas-tu-boca.html' title='Cabas, Tu boca.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3Sb1TQ-6SPI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-2493350763436554753</id><published>2008-05-23T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:14:00.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence.'/><title type='text'>Evanescence, You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LWF4rf68fI&amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0LWF4rf68fI&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;The words have been drained from this pencil &lt;br /&gt;Sweet words that I want to give you &lt;br /&gt;And I cant sleep, I need to tell you... goodnight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we�re together I fell perfect &lt;br /&gt;When I�m pulled away from you I fall apart &lt;br /&gt;All that you say is sacred to me &lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are so blue, I can�t look away as we lay in the stillness &lt;br /&gt;You whisper to me, Amy, marry me, promise you�ll stay with me &lt;br /&gt;Oh you don�t have to ask me, you know you�re all that I live for &lt;br /&gt;You know I�d die just to hold you, stay with you &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I�ll show you that you are my night sky &lt;br /&gt;I�ve always been right behind you &lt;br /&gt;Now I�ll always be right beside you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many nights I�ve cried myself to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Now that you love me I love myself &lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would say that &lt;br /&gt;I never thought there id be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu&lt;br /&gt;las palabras han sido escurridas de este lapiz&lt;br /&gt;dulces palabras que yo deseo darte &lt;br /&gt;y no puedo dormir, necesito decir a ti�. Buenas noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando estamos juntos me siento perfecto&lt;br /&gt;cuando me siento lejos de ti me siento aparte&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que tu dices es  sagrado a mí &lt;br /&gt;tus ojos son tan azules, No puedo mirar lejos mientras que estamos en calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu me susurras amy, cásame, prometo que tu estaras conmigo&lt;br /&gt;oh tu no tienes que preguntarme , tu sabes que eres todo que vivo por ti &lt;br /&gt;tu sabes que acabo de morir justo para sostenerte estoy contigo de alguna manera te demostrare que tu eres mi cielo de la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he tenido la razon  siempre detrás de ti &lt;br /&gt;ahora tendre la razon siempre a tu lado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantas noches me he gritado a mi mismo para dormir&lt;br /&gt;ahora que tu me amas me amo  a mi mismo&lt;br /&gt;nunca pense que diria esto &lt;br /&gt;nunca pense estar ahí contigo.&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/263314041085718147-2493350763436554753?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/2493350763436554753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=2493350763436554753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/2493350763436554753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/2493350763436554753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/05/evanescence-you.html' title='Evanescence, You.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-6015197502448944962</id><published>2008-05-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:46:48.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memphis la Blusera.'/><title type='text'>La Bifurcada, Memphis la Blusera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4CjpaEJnO7Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vas, no, no, no me voy a matar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, mejor, llevate si queres el televisor.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras haces la valija, escucha esta canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vas, no, no, no, no voy a llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, mejor, yo desconocia tu inclinación.&lt;br /&gt;Si te llevas la cama, chuchi, dejame el colchon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas con tu amiga, feminista perdida,&lt;br /&gt;tus modernos inventos, que son puro cuento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vas, no, no, no te voy a extranar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes, mejor, no queda otra que la separación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te decidiste, te definiste, sos feminista y yo machista.&lt;br /&gt;Anda por la sombra y cerra el portón.&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/263314041085718147-6015197502448944962?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/6015197502448944962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=6015197502448944962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/6015197502448944962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/6015197502448944962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-bifurcada-memphis-la-blusera.html' title='La Bifurcada, Memphis la Blusera.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4CjpaEJnO7Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-404545908509262141</id><published>2008-05-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:01:40.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Canoura.'/><title type='text'>Al sur de tu corazón. Laura Canoura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV9sfP6LwOA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lV9sfP6LwOA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA+   &lt;br /&gt;No me prometas el sol&lt;br /&gt;                    RE+&lt;br /&gt;me conformo con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;                    Sim&lt;br /&gt;que recorren tu soltura&lt;br /&gt;                    MI+                      LA+&lt;br /&gt;los rincones de mi cuerpo como viento del verano.&lt;br /&gt;                  LA+&lt;br /&gt;Los anillos de saturno&lt;br /&gt;                  RE+&lt;br /&gt;se parecen a tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;                      Sim&lt;br /&gt;cuando el miedo de perderte &lt;br /&gt;                 MI+                      LA+&lt;br /&gt;me detiene y me hace volverme sobre mis pasos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA+7              RE+&lt;br /&gt;AL SUR DE TU CORAZON&lt;br /&gt;Rem                  LA+&lt;br /&gt;HABLE DE QUEMAR MIS NAVES &lt;br /&gt;FA#m                  Sim&lt;br /&gt;NO CREO QUE HAYA OTRO SITIO&lt;br /&gt;RE+  MI+          LA+&lt;br /&gt;MAS TIBIO PARA QUEDARME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA+&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta que me digas&lt;br /&gt;                    RE+&lt;br /&gt;que yo soy la más bonita&lt;br /&gt;                    Sim&lt;br /&gt;quiero tu beso más dulce&lt;br /&gt;                   MI+                        LA+&lt;br /&gt;a las seis de la mañana cuando finjo estar dormida.&lt;br /&gt;LA+&lt;br /&gt;O demostrar que me quieres&lt;br /&gt;                RE+&lt;br /&gt;yo jamás te pediría&lt;br /&gt;                     Sim&lt;br /&gt;que te enfrentes con dragones&lt;br /&gt;                  MI+                     LA+&lt;br /&gt;me conmueve mucho más verte haciendo  la comida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIS ESTRIBILLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA+&lt;br /&gt;Mi idea de hombre, mi ideal&lt;br /&gt;                   RE+&lt;br /&gt;ha cambiado con los años&lt;br /&gt;                      Sim&lt;br /&gt;más que el sol y los planetas&lt;br /&gt;                     MI+                    LA+&lt;br /&gt;con dragones en mi armario quiero tenerte a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;             LA+&lt;br /&gt;Así que... no me prometas el sol&lt;br /&gt;                      RE+&lt;br /&gt;ni te enfrentes con dragones&lt;br /&gt;                      Sim&lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero que estés cerca&lt;br /&gt;                    MI+                     LA+&lt;br /&gt;para cuando no haya musas inspirando mis canciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIS ESTRIBILLO    &lt;br /&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/263314041085718147-404545908509262141?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/404545908509262141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=404545908509262141' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/404545908509262141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/404545908509262141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/05/al-sur-de-tu-corazn-laura-canoura.html' title='Al sur de tu corazón. Laura Canoura.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-6387250270445303625</id><published>2008-05-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:57:25.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aterciopelados.'/><title type='text'>Bolero Falaz, Aterciopelados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0JcRHommgA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0JcRHommgA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y dice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscas en mis bolsillos pruebas de otro cariño&lt;br /&gt;Pelos en la solapa, esta sonrisa me delata&lt;br /&gt;Labial en la camisa, mi coartada está hecha&lt;br /&gt;trizas&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en evidencia, engañar tiene su ciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy hasta la coronilla, tú no eres mi media&lt;br /&gt;costilla&lt;br /&gt;Ni la octava maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malo si sí, malo si no, ni preguntes&lt;br /&gt;Ya no soy yo, fuera de mi es que me tienes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que si vengo, que no voy&lt;br /&gt;Que si estoy, que me pierdo.&lt;br /&gt;Que si tengo, que no doy&lt;br /&gt;Que si estoy, que me vengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento en tus manos, tus caricias me han&lt;br /&gt;robado&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento en tu boca, esos besos ya son de otra&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién será esa infame que no deja que yo te&lt;br /&gt;ame?&lt;br /&gt;Si yo la encontrara le partiría esa cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy hasta la coronilla, tú no eres mi media&lt;br /&gt;costilla&lt;br /&gt;Ni la octava maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malo si sí, malo si no, ni preguntes&lt;br /&gt;Ya no soy yo, fuera de mi es que me tienes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que si vengo, que no voy&lt;br /&gt;Que si estoy, que me pierdo.&lt;br /&gt;Que si tengo, que no doy&lt;br /&gt;Que si estoy, que me vengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dije no más y te cagaste de risa&lt;br /&gt;te dije no más y te cagaste de risa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, ja , ja, ja&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/263314041085718147-6387250270445303625?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-1287256780752938228</id><published>2008-05-06T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:53:28.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Michael'/><title type='text'>Mothers Pride - George Michael.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In0iqf8PtJU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In0iqf8PtJU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px; overflow: auto; height: 200px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she knows&lt;br /&gt;She takes his hand&lt;br /&gt;And prays the child will understand&lt;br /&gt;At the door they&lt;br /&gt;watch the men go by&lt;br /&gt;In the clothes that daddy wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s pride&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy&lt;br /&gt;His fathers eyes&lt;br /&gt;He’s a soldier waiting for war&lt;br /&gt;Time will come&lt;br /&gt;He’ll hold a gun&lt;br /&gt;His father’s son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he grows&lt;br /&gt;He hears the band&lt;br /&gt;Takes the step from boy to man&lt;br /&gt;And at the shore she&lt;br /&gt;waves her son goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Like the man she did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s pride&lt;br /&gt;Just a boy&lt;br /&gt;His country’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;He’s a soldier waving at the shore&lt;br /&gt;And in her heart the time has come&lt;br /&gt;To lose a son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the husbands,&lt;br /&gt;all the sons, all the&lt;br /&gt;lovers gone&lt;br /&gt;They make no difference&lt;br /&gt;No difference in the end&lt;br /&gt;Still hear the woman say&lt;br /&gt;your daddy died a hero&lt;br /&gt;In the name of God and man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s pride&lt;br /&gt;Crazy boy&lt;br /&gt;His lifeless eyes&lt;br /&gt;He’s a soldier now forevermore&lt;br /&gt;He’ll hold a gun ‘till kingdom come.&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/263314041085718147-1287256780752938228?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/1287256780752938228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=1287256780752938228' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/1287256780752938228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/1287256780752938228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-pride-george-michael.html' title='Mothers Pride - George Michael.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-64344173566722499</id><published>2008-05-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:37:44.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spandau Ballet'/><title type='text'>Spandau Ballet - Through The Barricades</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLR9yyI9CHg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FLR9yyI9CHg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother doesnand't know where love has gone                &lt;br /&gt;she says it must be youth              &lt;br /&gt;that keeps us feeeling strong          &lt;br /&gt;see it in her face, thatand's turned to ice               &lt;br /&gt;and when she smiles she shows          &lt;br /&gt;the lines of sacrifice         &lt;br /&gt;and now i know what theyand're saying             &lt;br /&gt;when the sun begins to fade            &lt;br /&gt;and we made our love on wasteland              &lt;br /&gt;and through the barricades             &lt;br /&gt;father made my history         &lt;br /&gt;he fought for what he thought          &lt;br /&gt;would set us somehow free              &lt;br /&gt;he tought me what to say in school             &lt;br /&gt;i learned off by heart         &lt;br /&gt;but now thatand's torn in two             &lt;br /&gt;and now i know what theyand're saying&lt;br /&gt;in the music of the parade             &lt;br /&gt;we made our love on wasteland          &lt;br /&gt;and through the barricades     &lt;br /&gt;born on different sides of life        &lt;br /&gt;we feel the same               &lt;br /&gt;and feel all of this strife            &lt;br /&gt;so come to me when iand'm asleep          &lt;br /&gt;weand'll cross the line           &lt;br /&gt;and dance upon the street              &lt;br /&gt;and now i know what theyand're saying             &lt;br /&gt;when the drums begin to fade           &lt;br /&gt;we made our love on wasteland          &lt;br /&gt;and through the barricades     &lt;br /&gt;oh, turn around and iand'll be there&lt;br /&gt;thereand's a scar through my heart&lt;br /&gt;but iand'll bare it again &lt;br /&gt;i thought  we were the human race              &lt;br /&gt;but we were just another border-line-case              &lt;br /&gt;and the stars reach down and tell us           &lt;br /&gt;that thereand's always one escape         &lt;br /&gt;i donand't know where love has gone               &lt;br /&gt;and in this trouble land               &lt;br /&gt;desperation keep us strong             &lt;br /&gt;fridays child is full of soul          &lt;br /&gt;with nothing left to lose              &lt;br /&gt;thereand's everything to go                       &lt;br /&gt;and now i know what theyand're are saying&lt;br /&gt;itand's a terrible beauty weand've made&lt;br /&gt;so we make our love on  wasteland&lt;br /&gt;and through the barricades&lt;br /&gt;now i know what theyand're are saying&lt;br /&gt;as hearts go to their graves&lt;br /&gt;we made our love on  wasteland&lt;br /&gt;and through the barricades.&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/263314041085718147-64344173566722499?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/64344173566722499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=64344173566722499' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/64344173566722499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/64344173566722499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/05/spandau-ballet-through-barricades.html' title='Spandau Ballet - Through The Barricades'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-183972818881263956</id><published>2008-04-28T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:46:29.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dexler.'/><title type='text'>Jorge Dexler, Polvo de estrellas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ka9K4MQj0T0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ka9K4MQj0T0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale&lt;br /&gt;Una vida lo que un sol&lt;br /&gt;Una vida lo que un sol&lt;br /&gt;Vale&lt;br /&gt;Se aprende en la cuna,&lt;br /&gt;se aprende en la cama,&lt;br /&gt;se aprende en la puerta de un hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Se aprende de golpe,&lt;br /&gt;se aprende de a poco y a veces se aprende recién al final&lt;br /&gt;Toda la gloria es nada&lt;br /&gt;Toda vida es sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Una estrellita de nada&lt;br /&gt;en la periferia&lt;br /&gt;de una galaxia menor.&lt;br /&gt;Una, entre tantos millones&lt;br /&gt;y un grano de polvo girando a su alrededor&lt;br /&gt;No dejaremos huella,&lt;br /&gt;sólo polvo de estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale&lt;br /&gt;Una vida lo que un sol&lt;br /&gt;Una vida lo que un sol&lt;br /&gt;Vale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se aprende en la escuela,&lt;br /&gt;se olvida en la guerra,&lt;br /&gt;un hijo te vuelve a enseñar.&lt;br /&gt;Está en el espejo,&lt;br /&gt;está en las trincheras, parece que nadie parece notar&lt;br /&gt;Toda victoria es nada&lt;br /&gt;Toda vida es sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Un enjambre de moléculas&lt;br /&gt;puestas de acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;de forma provisional.&lt;br /&gt;Un animal prodigioso&lt;br /&gt;con la delirante obsesión de querer perdurar&lt;br /&gt;No dejaremos huella,&lt;br /&gt;sólo polvo de estrellas. &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/263314041085718147-183972818881263956?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/183972818881263956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=183972818881263956' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Aute.'/><title type='text'>Aute, Mojandolo todo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CEeJMoWHDp4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendida,&lt;br /&gt;con los muslos como alas abiertas,&lt;br /&gt;dispuestas al vuelo.. me incitas,&lt;br /&gt;me invitas a viajar por lácteas vías&lt;br /&gt;y negros agujeros levemente desvelados&lt;br /&gt;por tú mano que juega&lt;br /&gt;por pudores y sudores enjugando&lt;br /&gt;entre pétalos de carne, el estigma&lt;br /&gt;de tu flor más desnuda,&lt;br /&gt;Mojándolo todo...&lt;br /&gt;Volando por universos de licor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Húmedas llamas&lt;br /&gt;los labios que con tus dedos&lt;br /&gt;delicadamente delatas, dilatas para mí,&lt;br /&gt;mostrándome, obscena la cueva del milagro&lt;br /&gt;por donde mana el líquido rayo de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;incandescente fuente, lechosa lava,&lt;br /&gt;salpicaduras de agua profunda que inunda&lt;br /&gt;Mojándolo todo...&lt;br /&gt;volando por universos de licor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi boca&lt;br /&gt;besando tus labios incendiados&lt;br /&gt;se dispone a beber en tu cáliz de polen y licor&lt;br /&gt;y, entre zumos y zumbidos de olas y alas,&lt;br /&gt;libidinosamente libar el néctar&lt;br /&gt;de la flor de tus mareas...&lt;br /&gt;lamiendo la miel salada que te fluye&lt;br /&gt;y quema mi lengua que vibra,&lt;br /&gt;lasciva, entre savia y saliva&lt;br /&gt;mojándolo todo...&lt;br /&gt;volando por universos de licor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis alas&lt;br /&gt;de cera batiendo combatiendo tu fuego&lt;br /&gt;en oleadas de ardientes espumas y plumas&lt;br /&gt;e Ícaro volando tan alto, tan alto...&lt;br /&gt;que a punto de entrar en el jardín del Edén,&lt;br /&gt;fundido su vuelo por tu derramado sol,&lt;br /&gt;cae, como el ángel exterminado,&lt;br /&gt;al mar de los naufragios,&lt;br /&gt;mojándolo todo...&lt;br /&gt;volando por universos de licor.&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/263314041085718147-1703434587552573397?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/1703434587552573397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=1703434587552573397' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/1703434587552573397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/1703434587552573397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2008/04/aute-mojandolo-todo.html' title='Aute, Mojandolo todo.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CEeJMoWHDp4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-8132288081768889660</id><published>2007-09-07T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:16:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edel Juárez y Edgar Oceransky, La recuerdo así.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mt5XpVJpz0M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mt5XpVJpz0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor la cama destendida que tu ausencia a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;mejor sus besos que tu nombre en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;y yo primavera y otro en menos de una hora&lt;br /&gt;mientras la conozco se va uniendo a mi olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es un tornillo, un espiral, un ciclo...&lt;br /&gt;esto de no tenerte y buscarte en pechos desconocidos&lt;br /&gt;en un nombre que no recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;en un vientre al que no vuelvo&lt;br /&gt;es un punto más a la lista de fracasos que guardo en el Caín&lt;br /&gt;junto a tu recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La recuerdo así&lt;br /&gt;como luz de día que deslumbra en el umbral&lt;br /&gt;como casa de muñecas todo en su lugar&lt;br /&gt;con todo dispuesto para empezar a jugar&lt;br /&gt;tenia tantas ganas para empezar a jugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La recuerdo así&lt;br /&gt;como la promesa que le hice y no cumplí&lt;br /&gt;no importa este mundo en contra me tienes a mi&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando le hice falta ya no estaba allí&lt;br /&gt;le hice tanta falta y ya no me encontraba allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La recuerdo así&lt;br /&gt;me dijo no digas nada calla y no la oí&lt;br /&gt;solo quería un beso dulce antes de partir&lt;br /&gt;no quería que la mirara llorar nuestro fin&lt;br /&gt;no quería que la mirara llorar este fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La recuerdo así&lt;br /&gt;con el nudo en la garganta y ganas de mentir&lt;br /&gt;y decirme todo va a estar bien si tu no estas aquí&lt;br /&gt;no soy la primera y no eres el ultimo así&lt;br /&gt;no soy la primera y no eres el ultimo así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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así.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-1521713390178291019</id><published>2007-09-01T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:12:02.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Williams'/><title type='text'>Robbie Williams - Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqKxByTaYuo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqKxByTaYuo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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Feel'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-3068405602595095664</id><published>2007-08-24T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:53:49.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Parson'/><title type='text'>Alan Parson - Eye in the Sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bMAGwMAXTpU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think sorry's easily said&lt;br /&gt;    Don't try turning tables instead&lt;br /&gt;    You've taken lots of Chances before&lt;br /&gt;    But I'm not gonna give anymore&lt;br /&gt;    Don't ask me&lt;br /&gt;    That's how it goes&lt;br /&gt;    Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Don't say words you're gonna regret&lt;br /&gt;    Don't let the fire rush to your head&lt;br /&gt;    I've heard the accusation before&lt;br /&gt;    And I ain't gonna take any more&lt;br /&gt;    Believe me&lt;br /&gt;    The sun in your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;    Made some of the lies worth believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;        I am the eye in the sky&lt;br /&gt;        Looking at you&lt;br /&gt;        I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;        I am the maker of rules&lt;br /&gt;        Dealing with fools&lt;br /&gt;        I can cheat you blind&lt;br /&gt;        And I don't need to see any more&lt;br /&gt;        To know that&lt;br /&gt;        I can read your mind, I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Don't leave false illusions behind&lt;br /&gt;    Don't Cry cause I ain't chnaging my mind&lt;br /&gt;    So find another fool like before&lt;br /&gt;    Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing&lt;br /&gt;    Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (chorus)&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/263314041085718147-3068405602595095664?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/3068405602595095664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=3068405602595095664' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/3068405602595095664'/><link rel='self' 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term='Rammstein'/><title type='text'>Rammstein, Du hast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/doTBT46wMvA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/doTBT46wMvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du &lt;br /&gt;du hast&lt;br /&gt;du hast mich&lt;br /&gt;Du&lt;br /&gt;du hast&lt;br /&gt;du hast mich&lt;br /&gt;Du hast mich&lt;br /&gt;du hast mich gefragt&lt;br /&gt;du hast mich gefragt&lt;br /&gt;du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt&lt;br /&gt;Willst du bis der tod euch scheidet&lt;br /&gt;treu ihr &lt;br /&gt;sein f¨¹r alle tage...&lt;br /&gt;Nein&lt;br /&gt;Willst du bis zum tod der scheide&lt;br /&gt;sie lieben auch in schlechten tagen....&lt;br /&gt;Nein&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/263314041085718147-1925269828893095558?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/1925269828893095558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=1925269828893095558' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/1925269828893095558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/1925269828893095558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2007/07/ramstein-du-hast.html' title='Rammstein, Du hast.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-7425435143858822821</id><published>2007-07-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:27:02.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Stansfield'/><title type='text'>Lisa Stansfield and Barry White, All around the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR_kO6gbIMo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where my baby isBut I’ll find him, &lt;br /&gt;somewhere, &lt;br /&gt;somehowI’ve got to let him know how much &lt;br /&gt;I careI’ll never give up looking for my baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:Been around the world and i, i, i&lt;br /&gt;I can’t find my babyI don’t know when, &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whyWhy he’s gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know where he can be, my babyBut &lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna find himWe had a quarrel and &lt;br /&gt;I let myself goI said so many things, &lt;br /&gt;things he didn’t knowAnd &lt;br /&gt;I was oh oh so badAnd &lt;br /&gt;I don’t think he’s comin’ back, &lt;br /&gt;mm mmHe gave the reason, &lt;br /&gt;the reasons he should go&lt;br /&gt;And he said so many things he never said before&lt;br /&gt;And he was oh oh so mad And I don’t think he’s comin’, &lt;br /&gt;comin’ backI did too much lyin’, &lt;br /&gt;wasted too much time,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m here a’cryin’, i, i, i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So open hearted, &lt;br /&gt;he never did me wrongI was the one, &lt;br /&gt;the weakest one of all &lt;br /&gt;And now I’m oh oh so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t think he’s comin’ back, &lt;br /&gt;comin’ backI did too much lyin’, &lt;br /&gt;wasted too much time,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m here a’cryin’, i, i, i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x 2&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna find him, &lt;br /&gt;my babyI did too much lyin’, &lt;br /&gt;wasted too much time,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m here a’cryin’, i, i, i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been around the world, &lt;br /&gt;lookin’ from my babyBeen around the world, &lt;br /&gt;and I’m gonnaI’m gonna find him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/263314041085718147-7425435143858822821?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263314041085718147.post-7599380112267404661</id><published>2007-07-25T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:32:49.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Michael'/><title type='text'>George Michael, Roxanne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSyOCx6ZXfM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Those days are over&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to sell your body to the night&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to wear that dress tonight&lt;br /&gt;Walk the streets for money&lt;br /&gt;You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Put on the red light, &lt;br /&gt;put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Put on the red light, &lt;br /&gt;put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Put on the red light, oh&lt;br /&gt;I loved you since &lt;br /&gt;I knew yaI wouldn't talk down to ya&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you just how &lt;br /&gt;I feelI won't share you with another boy&lt;br /&gt;I know my mind is made up&lt;br /&gt;So put away your make up&lt;br /&gt;Told you once I won't tell you again it's a bad way&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, &lt;br /&gt;you don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to put on the red light&lt;br /&gt;Put on the red light, put on the red light &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;Como se fosse a última&lt;br /&gt;E cada filho seu&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o único&lt;br /&gt;E atravessou a rua&lt;br /&gt;Com seu passo tímido&lt;br /&gt;Subiu a construção&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse máquina&lt;br /&gt;Ergueu no patamar&lt;br /&gt;Quatro paredes sólidas&lt;br /&gt;Tijolo com tijolo&lt;br /&gt;Num desenho mágico&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos embotados&lt;br /&gt;De cimento e lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Sentou prá descansar&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse sábado&lt;br /&gt;Comeu feijão com arroz&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um príncipe&lt;br /&gt;Bebeu e soluçou&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um náufrago&lt;br /&gt;Dançou e gargalhou&lt;br /&gt;Como se ouvisse música&lt;br /&gt;E tropeçou no céu&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um bêbado&lt;br /&gt;E flutuou no ar&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;E se acabou no chão&lt;br /&gt;Feito um pacote flácido&lt;br /&gt;Agonizou no meio&lt;br /&gt;Do passeio público&lt;br /&gt;Morreu na contramão&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhando o tráfego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amou daquela vez&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o último&lt;br /&gt;Beijou sua mulher&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse a única&lt;br /&gt;E cada filho seu&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o pródigo&lt;br /&gt;E atravessou a rua&lt;br /&gt;Com seu passo bêbado&lt;br /&gt;Subiu a construção&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse sólido&lt;br /&gt;Ergueu no patamar&lt;br /&gt;Quatro paredes mágicas&lt;br /&gt;Tijolo com tijolo&lt;br /&gt;Num desenho lógico&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos embotados&lt;br /&gt;De cimento e tráfego&lt;br /&gt;Sentou prá descansar&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um príncipe&lt;br /&gt;Comeu feijão com arroz&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o máximo&lt;br /&gt;Bebeu e soluçou&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse máquina&lt;br /&gt;Dançou e gargalhou&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse o próximo&lt;br /&gt;E tropeçou no céu&lt;br /&gt;Como se ouvisse música&lt;br /&gt;E flutuou no ar&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse sábado&lt;br /&gt;E se acabou no chão&lt;br /&gt;Feito um pacote tímido&lt;br /&gt;Agonizou no meio&lt;br /&gt;Do passeio náufrago&lt;br /&gt;Morreu na contramão&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhando o público...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amou daquela vez&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse máquina&lt;br /&gt;Beijou sua mulher&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse lógico&lt;br /&gt;Ergueu no patamar&lt;br /&gt;Quatro paredes flácidas&lt;br /&gt;Sentou prá descansar&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um pássaro&lt;br /&gt;E flutuou no ar&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse um príncipe&lt;br /&gt;E se acabou no chão&lt;br /&gt;Feito um pacote bêbado&lt;br /&gt;Morreu na contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhando o sábado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por esse pão prá comer&lt;br /&gt;Por esse chão prá dormir&lt;br /&gt;A certidão prá nascer&lt;br /&gt;E a concessão prá sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Por me deixar respirar&lt;br /&gt;Por me deixar existir&lt;br /&gt;Deus lhe pague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela cachaça de graça&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente tem que engolir&lt;br /&gt;Pela fumaça desgraça&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente tem que tossir&lt;br /&gt;Pelo andaimes pingentes&lt;br /&gt;Que a gente tem que cair&lt;br /&gt;Deus lhe pague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela mulher carpideira&lt;br /&gt;Prá nos louvar e cuspir&lt;br /&gt;E pelas moscas bixeiras&lt;br /&gt;A nos beijar e cobrir&lt;br /&gt;E pela paz derradeira&lt;br /&gt;Que enfim vai nos redimir&lt;br /&gt;Deus lhe pague!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/263314041085718147-7508511176398597195?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/7508511176398597195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=7508511176398597195' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/7508511176398597195'/><link rel='self' 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melodias&lt;br /&gt;para tener como llamarte&lt;br /&gt;quien fuera ruiseñor&lt;br /&gt;quien fuera lennon y mccarney&lt;br /&gt;sin toda la violeta, chico buarque&lt;br /&gt;quien fuera tu trovador&lt;br /&gt;corazón, corazón, oscurocorazón, &lt;br /&gt;corazón, con muros&lt;br /&gt;corazón, que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;ay! corazón, que está dondecorazón, &lt;br /&gt;corazón, en fuga&lt;br /&gt;herido de dudas de amor&lt;/p&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/263314041085718147-910304473238700564?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/910304473238700564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=910304473238700564' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjHkj-uSt_Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sting - Desert rose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain &lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand &lt;br /&gt;I wake in pain &lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand &lt;br /&gt;I dream of fire &lt;br /&gt;These dreams are tiedto a horse that will never tire &lt;br /&gt;And in the flames &lt;br /&gt;Her shadows play in the shape of a man´s desire &lt;br /&gt;This desert rose &lt;br /&gt;Each of her veils, a secret promise &lt;br /&gt;This desert flower &lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume ever touched me more than this A&lt;br /&gt;nd as she turns &lt;br /&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams &lt;br /&gt;This fire burns &lt;br /&gt;I realise 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vampire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3gPic_COoI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anni Lennox - Love song for a vampire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come into these arms again &lt;br /&gt;And lay your body down &lt;br /&gt;For 'tis the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;of this trembling heart &lt;br /&gt;Is beating like a drum. &lt;br /&gt;It beats for you, it bleeds for you &lt;br /&gt;It knows not how it sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is the drum of drums &lt;br /&gt;It is the song of songs. &lt;br /&gt;Once I held the rarest rose that ever deigned to bloom. &lt;br /&gt;Cruel winter chilled the bud, &lt;br /&gt;And stole my flower too soon &lt;br /&gt;The loneliness, &lt;br /&gt;The hopelessness to search the ends of time, &lt;br /&gt;For there is in all the world &lt;br /&gt;No greater love than mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Love I'll never love..&lt;br /&gt;Oh love I'll never love.ohlove....&lt;br /&gt;Still falls the rain. (repeat) &lt;br /&gt;Live on forever..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye forever......&lt;br /&gt;still falls the night Let me be the only one &lt;br /&gt;To keep you from the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the floor of heav'n is laid, &lt;br /&gt;With stars of brightest gold They shine for you. &lt;br /&gt;They shine for you. &lt;br /&gt;They burn for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;Come into these arms again &lt;br /&gt;And set this spirit free.&lt;/p&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/263314041085718147-6418713339532859443?l=fria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/feeds/6418713339532859443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=263314041085718147&amp;postID=6418713339532859443' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/6418713339532859443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263314041085718147/posts/default/6418713339532859443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fria.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-song-for-vampire.html' title='Anni lenox, Love song for a vampire.'/><author><name>Ardillita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01668712558152940422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wRWCaVN-ZLU/SMfZnZ3gMQI/AAAAAAAAA9I/buFPlsjHqxY/S220/XD.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
