<?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-3684081833642253266</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:53:16.605-03:00</updated><category term='Así'/><category term='Tiempo'/><category term='Para futuro'/><category term='Tarde'/><title type='text'>Corriente De La Conciencia.-</title><subtitle type='html'>En todo momento</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-7631937278453135580</id><published>2007-11-25T13:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:32.111-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VICIO VICIOSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0mrb-8EtQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZGQwdXbw_sw/s1600-h/S3010965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136825347232544002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0mrb-8EtQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZGQwdXbw_sw/s400/S3010965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compañía fiel cuando los planes se estropean, o a veces solo porque sí =)&lt;br /&gt;CIGARROS UNA BUENA CONVERSACIÓN &amp;amp; POR SU PUESTO, LO QUE NO PUEDE FALTAR JAMÁS, SU RESPECTIVA MÚSICA, nada mejor!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684081833642253266-7631937278453135580?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7631937278453135580/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=7631937278453135580&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/7631937278453135580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/7631937278453135580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/vicio-vicioso.html' title='VICIO VICIOSO'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0mrb-8EtQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZGQwdXbw_sw/s72-c/S3010965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-7295795469844372550</id><published>2007-11-23T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:32.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Correctamente incorrecto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0dHZO8EtPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wn8yGs4uHfI/s1600-h/S3018960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136152398871704818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0dHZO8EtPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wn8yGs4uHfI/s400/S3018960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lo pensé, te conseguí y me bastaste.&lt;br /&gt;Conseguí de todo en esclavitud favorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(¿Era incorrecto?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Conjeturo que era realmente correcto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Conjeturo que no fue significado para no serlo...&lt;br /&gt;No importó lo que dijeron&lt;br /&gt;Conjeturo que eramos buenos en la cama&lt;br /&gt;Conjeturo que podría mirarnos luchar por todas las razones incorrectas&lt;br /&gt;No, no importó lo que intenté.&lt;br /&gt;Es justo, un poco duro irse cuando vas trás de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingiría para no oír lo que dices de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que me conseguiste encendida era incorrecto&lt;br /&gt;¿Para ir junto con locura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(¿Era incorrecto?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Conjeturo que era realmente correcto.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684081833642253266-7295795469844372550?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7295795469844372550/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=7295795469844372550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/7295795469844372550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/7295795469844372550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/correctamente-incorrecto.html' title='Correctamente incorrecto...'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0dHZO8EtPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Wn8yGs4uHfI/s72-c/S3018960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-3207156166213025574</id><published>2007-11-21T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:32.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi parte ya se cumplió</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0S_9x7tzvI/AAAAAAAAABA/4z01R2lCVVo/s1600-h/S3017008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135440543205936882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0S_9x7tzvI/AAAAAAAAABA/4z01R2lCVVo/s400/S3017008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Freeee!!!&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/3684081833642253266-3207156166213025574?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3207156166213025574/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=3207156166213025574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/3207156166213025574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/3207156166213025574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/mi-parte-ya-se-cumpli.html' title='Mi parte ya se cumplió'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0S_9x7tzvI/AAAAAAAAABA/4z01R2lCVVo/s72-c/S3017008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-1126510023172917985</id><published>2007-11-20T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:32.737-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarde'/><title type='text'>De frente siempre..-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0Nsnx7tzuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M3fJxYL6JdU/s1600-h/S3017426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135067430806998754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0Nsnx7tzuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M3fJxYL6JdU/s400/S3017426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al fin, así te quería tener, te atrapé!.&lt;br /&gt;Ups!, siempre fui yo misma (...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684081833642253266-1126510023172917985?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1126510023172917985/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=1126510023172917985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/1126510023172917985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/1126510023172917985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-frente-siempre.html' title='De frente siempre..-'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0Nsnx7tzuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M3fJxYL6JdU/s72-c/S3017426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-3946467843941631788</id><published>2007-11-19T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:32.751-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Así'/><title type='text'>Vivir para respirar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0IPLh7tztI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7s9GW8nW0fI/s1600-h/S3017220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134683215917600466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0IPLh7tztI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7s9GW8nW0fI/s400/S3017220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Nada más gratificante que despertar y saber que hay algo afuera que te espera.&lt;br /&gt;Una luz que te da un remezón para que te percates que hay cosas por las cuales luchar, que ahogarse en un vaso de agua, es perderse en las profundidades.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me siento con ganas y con garras, pero.... quién me afirma que sólo es un estado temporal?&lt;br /&gt;ufff!... nada peor que la inestabilidad [mañana puede que sea uno de esos días....] y...&lt;br /&gt;... la verdad es que... &lt;strong&gt;ME ATERRA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3684081833642253266-3946467843941631788?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3946467843941631788/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=3946467843941631788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/3946467843941631788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/3946467843941631788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/vivir-para-respirar.html' title='Vivir para respirar'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0IPLh7tztI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7s9GW8nW0fI/s72-c/S3017220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-5606946658766047040</id><published>2007-11-19T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:32.892-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para futuro'/><title type='text'>Dedicado al futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0GOYx7tzqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TYgd8skyK_g/s1600-h/S3019195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134541606550884002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0GOYx7tzqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TYgd8skyK_g/s400/S3019195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Querido Futuro, dos puntos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No te extrañes si es que llego a decepcionarte, si es que no llego a la meta que muchos esperan.&lt;br /&gt;Debo confesarte que eres bastante predecible, estricto y relativo. Muchas veces me has hecho perder la cabeza con tus decisiones que deben estar a la orden del día, a veces me pregunto si es que tienes tu propio futuro, si es que te sientes presionado porque el presente ya te está pasando la cuenta, y el pasado te pesa como si cargaras un piano en tu espalda, me pregunto también si es que alguna vez has pensando detenidamente y te has puesto en el lugar de los débiles, de esos que no se pueden ni el dedo meñique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La intención de ésta carta no es básicamente obtener una respuesta de tu parte, pues sé y entiendo a la vez que no tendrás ni una pizca de tiempo para mí, porque tu no te detienes en el presente, solo avanzas como si se tratara de una maratón, lo único que espero es que me entiendas y me esperes, tranquilo... llegaré a tus brazos, pero no me pidas que te de una fecha concreta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis más &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sinceros"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saludos para tí Já, no tengo otro motivo en particular...&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/3684081833642253266-5606946658766047040?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5606946658766047040/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=5606946658766047040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/5606946658766047040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/5606946658766047040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/dedicado-al-futuro.html' title='Dedicado al futuro'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0GOYx7tzqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TYgd8skyK_g/s72-c/S3019195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684081833642253266.post-1978933050287504704</id><published>2007-11-18T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:33.148-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiempo'/><title type='text'>Hay cosas pequeñas que no tienen explicación.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0DUgh7tzpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UsOzbbjmTds/s1600-h/S3011403.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134337230532103826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0DUgh7tzpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UsOzbbjmTds/s400/S3011403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como por ejm; Un beso, una rosa, una caricia, una palabra, un gesto, un esfuerzo, un detalle, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu compañía&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.- Pues, pedir explicación sobre cosas tan magníficas, sería como no agradecer que la cena estuvo buena. Nuestro alrededor está plagado de detalles que sólo requieren de una milésima de.... de tiempo.&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/3684081833642253266-1978933050287504704?l=mykaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1978933050287504704/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3684081833642253266&amp;postID=1978933050287504704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/1978933050287504704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3684081833642253266/posts/default/1978933050287504704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/hay-cosas-pequeas-que-no-tienen.html' title='Hay cosas pequeñas que no tienen explicación.'/><author><name>Camila Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356920573493988915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://xs221.xs.to/xs221/07471/S3018969.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iuqzOHYmGFM/R0DUgh7tzpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UsOzbbjmTds/s72-c/S3011403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
