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OASIS'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SgXlxRGrr0I/AAAAAAAAADw/VudHSTSlpT0/s72-c/LIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-3085747139983090694</id><published>2009-03-22T16:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:16:32.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/ScaOUzHw3GI/AAAAAAAAADo/8YTb80ZQ6xU/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/ScaOUzHw3GI/AAAAAAAAADo/8YTb80ZQ6xU/s320/25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316092898128747618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your head do you feel what you're not supposed to feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-3085747139983090694?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3085747139983090694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=3085747139983090694' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Recibi la llamada hoy, que no queria oir,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabía que vendría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un viejo, verdadero amigo de nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;esta hablandome al telefono,&lt;br /&gt;Ella decia que habias encontrado a alguien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pensé en toda la mala suerte,&lt;br /&gt;Y las luchas que pasamos una vez&lt;br /&gt;Y cómo me perdí, y como te perdiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuáles son estas voces,&lt;br /&gt;de amores afuera de las puertas abiertas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darle un tiro a nuestra alegria,&lt;br /&gt;¿Y pedir algo más?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que aprender a vivir ahora sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Pero Te extraño a veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto más que sé, menos entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Todas las cosas que pensaba saber, ahora las tengo que volver a aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He intentado no caerme,&lt;br /&gt;a la duda del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi voluntad es debil,&lt;br /&gt;Y mis pensamientos se parecen dispersar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pienso sobre un perdón, perdón,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque, aunque, no me amas más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos tiempos son tan inciertos&lt;br /&gt;Hay un deseo vivo, indefinido,&lt;br /&gt;Y gente llenada de rabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos necesitamos una poca dulzura&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo puede el amor sobrevivir en una edad tan sin gracia?&lt;br /&gt;La confianza y la seguridad en sí mismo que conducen a la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas cosas, que matamos, y creo&lt;br /&gt;-Orgullo y competición-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo llenar estos brazos vacíos,&lt;br /&gt;Y el trabajo que puse entre nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que no me mantiene caliente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que aprender a vivir ahora sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Pero Te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuanto más que sé, menos entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Toda la identificación del pensamiento de las cosas y calculó hacia fuera&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que aprender otra vez&lt;br /&gt;He intentado no caerme,&lt;br /&gt;a la duda del corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero todo cambia&lt;br /&gt;Y mis amigos parecen que se dispersan,&lt;br /&gt;Pero pienso su alrededor perdón, Perdón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque, aunque no me amas más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay gente en tu vida, que viene y va,&lt;br /&gt;Ella te deja, te traga, y sabes que lastima tu orgullo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor pon todo detras de ti, la vida sigue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardas y llevas toda tu ira, hasta que te come desde adentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He intentado no caerme,&lt;br /&gt;a la duda del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi voluntad es debil,&lt;br /&gt;Y mis pensamientos se parecen dispersar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero pienso sobre un perdón, perdón,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque, aunque, no me amas más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He intentado no caerme,&lt;br /&gt;a la duda del corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi voluntad es debil,&lt;br /&gt;Y mis pensamientos se parecen dispersar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero pienso sobre un perdón, perdón,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque, aunque, no me amas más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdón&lt;br /&gt;Perdón &lt;br /&gt;Perdón&lt;br /&gt;Perdón&lt;br /&gt;Perdón&lt;br /&gt;Perdón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque, no me amas más&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-8479241368628033229?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8479241368628033229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=8479241368628033229' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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espera&lt;br /&gt;fragil como tantas cosas buenas&lt;br /&gt;fragil como el niki inflamable que se ahoga en mis venas&lt;br /&gt;frágil como la buena suerte&lt;br /&gt;fragil esperar y no volver a verte&lt;br /&gt;fragil como dejarme caer y hacerme fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy tan fragil que me rompo si pienso en perderte&lt;br /&gt;soy fragil tan fragil que me rompo si pienso que es facil tan facil quedarme sin ti&lt;br /&gt;soy fragil tan fragil que me rompo si pienso en que es facil tan facil quedarme sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragil como tirarte de cabeza&lt;br /&gt;fragil como hundirte en la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;fragil las segundas partes son las buenas&lt;br /&gt;fragil como secar tus venas al calor del sol de la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;en pleno diciembre el dolor se congela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy tan fragil que me derrito entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;soy fragil tan fragil que me rompo si pienso que es facil tan facil quedarme sin ti&lt;br /&gt;soy fragil tan fragil que me rompo si pienso que es facil tan facil quedarme sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragil como un corazon de tela&lt;br /&gt;fragil como tras noches en vela&lt;br /&gt;busco algun desfragilizador de trabalenguas&lt;br /&gt;soy tan fragil que me derrito entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy fragil tan fragil que me rompo si pienso que es facil tan facil quedarme sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soy fragil tan tan fragil&lt;br /&gt;que me rompo si pienso que es facil tan facil&lt;br /&gt;quedarme sin ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-3890116200576859456?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/3890116200576859456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-3090477600274552476</id><published>2009-02-13T23:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:26:13.009-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling good - Muse</title><content type='html'>Birds flying high &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Sun in the sky &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Reeds driftin' on by &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn &lt;br /&gt;It's a new day &lt;br /&gt;It's a new life &lt;br /&gt;For me &lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the sea &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;River running free &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Blossom in the tree &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn &lt;br /&gt;It's a new day &lt;br /&gt;It's a new life &lt;br /&gt;For me &lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know &lt;br /&gt;Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean &lt;br /&gt;Sleep in peace when the day is done &lt;br /&gt;And this old world is a new world &lt;br /&gt;And a bold world &lt;br /&gt;For me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars when you shine &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Scent of the pine &lt;br /&gt;You know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Yeah freedom is mine &lt;br /&gt;And I know how I feel &lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawn &lt;br /&gt;It's a new day &lt;br /&gt;It's a new life &lt;br /&gt;For me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inW91qRDGwI&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/inW91qRDGwI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-good-muse.html' title='Feeling good - Muse'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-2986586345299087333</id><published>2009-02-03T13:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:02:10.564-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SYhpNXVIPII/AAAAAAAAADI/ONg2loF9A40/s1600-h/ec.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SYhpNXVIPII/AAAAAAAAADI/ONg2loF9A40/s320/ec.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298600639923240066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home&lt;br /&gt;I am going out to see what I can sow&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know where I'll go&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'll see&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try not to bring it back home with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me&lt;br /&gt;As you watch me wander, curse the powers that be&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I want is here and now but its already been and gone&lt;br /&gt;Our intentions always last that bit too long&lt;br /&gt;[ The Black Ghosts Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me and&lt;br /&gt;you're still there&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, no choices passing, no time confounds me and you're still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the full moons light I listen to the stream&lt;br /&gt;And in between the silence hear you calling me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know where I am and I don't trust who I've been&lt;br /&gt;And If I come home how will I ever leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-2986586345299087333?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2986586345299087333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=2986586345299087333' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/2986586345299087333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/2986586345299087333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SYhpNXVIPII/AAAAAAAAADI/ONg2loF9A40/s72-c/ec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-131295953188443567</id><published>2009-01-11T18:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:24:22.902-02:00</updated><title type='text'>♣</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SWpVWfqIyJI/AAAAAAAAADA/2ZrvPwNx38k/s1600-h/P1090284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SWpVWfqIyJI/AAAAAAAAADA/2ZrvPwNx38k/s320/P1090284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290134557243787410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many shadows in my room &lt;br /&gt;Too many hours in this midnight &lt;br /&gt;Too many corners in my mind &lt;br /&gt;So much to do to set my heart right &lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready &lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice &lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady &lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, i am in repair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on the corner for a while &lt;br /&gt;To wait for the wind to blow down on me &lt;br /&gt;Hoping it takes with it my old ways &lt;br /&gt;And brings some brand new lUCk upon me &lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready &lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice &lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady &lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, i am in repair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm walking in a park &lt;br /&gt;All of the birds they dance below me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe when things turn green again &lt;br /&gt;It will be good to say you know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready &lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice &lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady &lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm never really ready, i'm never really ready &lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there &lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-131295953188443567?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/131295953188443567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=131295953188443567' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/131295953188443567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/131295953188443567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='♣'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SWpVWfqIyJI/AAAAAAAAADA/2ZrvPwNx38k/s72-c/P1090284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-2105945266218859519</id><published>2008-12-13T22:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:42:29.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop This Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SURV-U15cvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/92mzjKtDM2A/s1600-h/misty_tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SURV-U15cvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/92mzjKtDM2A/s320/misty_tracks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279439192420086514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not colorblind&lt;br /&gt;I know the world is black and white&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep an open mind&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't sleep on this tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, won't someone stop this train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how else to say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to see my parents go&lt;br /&gt;One generation's length away&lt;br /&gt;From fighting life out on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, won't someone stop this train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scared of getting older&lt;br /&gt;I'm only good at being young&lt;br /&gt;So I play the numbers game&lt;br /&gt;To find a way to say that life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with my old man&lt;br /&gt;Said "help me understand"&lt;br /&gt;He said "turn sixty-eight&lt;br /&gt;You renegotiate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop this train&lt;br /&gt;Don't for a minute change the place you're in&lt;br /&gt;And don't think I couldn't ever understand&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hand&lt;br /&gt;John, honestly we'll never stop this train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, when it's good&lt;br /&gt;It'll feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;And they're all still around&lt;br /&gt;And you're still safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;And you don't miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I see I'll never stop this train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-2105945266218859519?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/2105945266218859519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-1231184913038103672</id><published>2008-11-30T16:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:58:23.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an Englishmen right to live where the hell he likes. What's England going to do, vanish? It's not going to be there when I get back? John Lennon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-1231184913038103672?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/1231184913038103672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=1231184913038103672' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/1231184913038103672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/1231184913038103672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-englishmen-right-to-live-where-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-8976688735461666492</id><published>2008-10-24T21:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:43:25.895-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm outta time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SQJdcRgBjYI/AAAAAAAAACw/b67GC5EIK38/s1600-h/e_card_dig_out_your_soul3_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SQJdcRgBjYI/AAAAAAAAACw/b67GC5EIK38/s320/e_card_dig_out_your_soul3_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260870055037603202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song &lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of when we were young &lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all the things we've done &lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep on, keepin on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to sea, it's the only place &lt;br /&gt;I Honestly &lt;br /&gt;Can get myself some piece of mind &lt;br /&gt;You know it's gettin' hard to fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm to fall &lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to applaud? &lt;br /&gt;Or would you hide behind them all? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I have to go, &lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll grow &lt;br /&gt;And that's where you belong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm to fall &lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to applaud? &lt;br /&gt;Or would you hide behind them all? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I have to go, &lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll grow &lt;br /&gt;And that's where you belong... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm to fall &lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to applaud? &lt;br /&gt;Or would you hide behind them all? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I have to go &lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll grow &lt;br /&gt;And that's where you belong... &lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm outta time... &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta time... &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta time &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta time &lt;br /&gt;I'm outta time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-8976688735461666492?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/8976688735461666492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=8976688735461666492' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/8976688735461666492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/8976688735461666492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-outta-time.html' title='I&apos;m outta time'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SQJdcRgBjYI/AAAAAAAAACw/b67GC5EIK38/s72-c/e_card_dig_out_your_soul3_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-6830873020075643428</id><published>2008-10-21T21:33:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:43:12.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CON LAS MUJERES NO!!!!</title><content type='html'>CON LAS MUJERES NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hoy quiero hablarte a vos, si! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A vos &lt;strong&gt;pavote&lt;/strong&gt;… A vos que tu papá siempre te dijo que tenías que ser bien macho... y a pesar de ser un putito reprimido te la das de macho pistola y salís por la vida &lt;strong&gt;cagando a pobres mujeres&lt;/strong&gt;, que solo buscan un poco de amor, para &lt;em&gt;demostrarle&lt;/em&gt; al mundo, a tu papá y a tus amigos que sos un &lt;strong&gt;macho bien puesto&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;     A vos te digo con las minas &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; se jode… Porque creeme que no hay nada peor que una mujer despechada, y porque mientras vos te andas haciendo el japi por ahí, la flaquita que cagaste está &lt;em&gt;pensando en un plan siniestro para joderte bien jodida la vida &lt;/em&gt;y como ya es algo comprobado, esta flaquita creeme que te va a joder y te va a hacer pagar cada una de las boludeces que te mandaste con ella. Y te voy a dar algunos &lt;strong&gt;ejemplos de mujeres despechadas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA OBSESIVA: Te va a &lt;em&gt;seguir &lt;/em&gt;por cuanto rincón andes, te va a llorar en persona, por teléfono, por mail y por msj. de texto. Te va carmatizar cada de una de tus saliditas con amigos… &lt;strong&gt;Consiguiendo victoriosamente &lt;/strong&gt;que no quieras asomar la nariz a la puerta y te quedes mirando Dragon ball Z un sábado a la noche encerradito en tu casa planteándote por qué carajo te la habrás cruzado en el camino, por qué carajo habrás sido tan pajero de garchartela, joderla y ahora bancarte mirar por décimo novena vez los capitulitos de Dragon ball porque la guacha esa te caga quemando las neuronas cuando te ve.&lt;br /&gt;Consiguiendo finalmente que &lt;strong&gt;vuelvas con ella&lt;/strong&gt;, aceptes tu condición de puto, te quedes solo o que la próxima vez que se te ocurra ligarte con una mina sea enserio.&lt;br /&gt;LA RESENTIDA: Te va a mostrar su &lt;em&gt;mejor sonrisa&lt;/em&gt;, su mejor cara y va a buscar la &lt;em&gt;forma mas sana de cagarte&lt;/em&gt;, se va a encargar de encontrar que es lo peor que te pueda llegar a hacer así sea volverse lesbiana y cagarte la mina con la que estás ahora, ligar con tu mejor amigo, hermano, primo o cualquiera de tu entorno… Para hacerte quedar como el mas perejil y para que por un buen tiempo te puedas deleitar con su sonrisita JIJI. Consiguiendo que cada noche cuando te vayas a dormir &lt;strong&gt;te acuestes pensando &lt;/strong&gt;o en lo muy hija de puta que es o en lo boludo que quedaste frente a todo tu entorno de machitos, cada noche antes de ir a bailar tengas que escuchar a tu allegado (cualquiera sea) decirte que bien que coje tu mujer! (que por cierto, vos sabes que es verdad y ahora te querés matar) y te vas a comer el garrón de bancarte cualquier tipo de gastada. Y por qué no?, hasta &lt;em&gt;puede llegar a conseguir que vuelvas a sus pies&lt;/em&gt;, arrodillado, llorando y suplicando piedad y hasta que &lt;em&gt;te dé &lt;/em&gt;una segunda o tercera o cuarta o quinta o vaya a saber uno cuantas &lt;em&gt;oportunidades &lt;/em&gt;te habrá dado la pobre flaca. Pero no! &lt;strong&gt;te va a decir que NO&lt;/strong&gt;, que momentáneamente se siente bien sola, descubrió lo bueno que es estar sola pero que si te interesa en un futuro pueden llegar a probar…&lt;br /&gt;LA SUICIDA: Te va a ir a buscar a tu casa, te va a mandar cartas, emails, mensajes de texto, te va a llamar todo amenazando con suicidarse porque &lt;strong&gt;no puede vivir sin vos&lt;/strong&gt;, y al principio te vas a sentir re pija porque mira la flaquita quedó re loca con tus encantos y con tus 15cm? Pero no!, a no confundirse con el paso del tiempo &lt;em&gt;esto puede agravarse&lt;/em&gt;, y ya no te va a resultar tan loco, porque &lt;strong&gt;te va a enfermar&lt;/strong&gt;, vas a tener a los padres llamándote 50 veces por día pateándote por lo mal que le hiciste a la nena, vas a tener a tus viejos taladrándote el bocho, a las amigas de ella y hasta al kiosquero de la esquina de tu casa recordándote lo mal tipo que sos. Consiguiendo finalmente, que el mundo te mire como si fueras &lt;strong&gt;el cuco&lt;/strong&gt; y hasta vos mismo te vas a ver como un cuco y mal tipo por no haber escuchado a la flaquita esa que una vez te dijo con las minas NO se jode. No quisiéramos tocar el tema en caso que la suicida llevara a cabo su plan y terminara suicidándose… Años de terapia para ti chiquito &lt;strong&gt;la culpa &lt;/strong&gt;la vas a llevar como llevas los huevos! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y voy a concluir el mail, con el mejor tipo de mujer despechada: &lt;br /&gt;LA SUPERADA: La vas a cagar y la vas a dejar y &lt;strong&gt;se va volver una diosa&lt;/strong&gt;.... se va a poner a dieta, se va a hacer las tetas, se va a internar en un gimnasio 40 horas por día, se va a llenar el placard de ropa híper ajustada y se va a dar una vueltita por el kiosquito ese en que paras con los pibes… Y como sos un pajerito vas a chiflar o gritarle alguna guarrada, a lo que ella procederá a girarse mirarte y decirte Ay fulanito! Cómo estás?... Y vos pancho te vas a querer re matar porque la flaquita esa que dejaste está hecha un &lt;em&gt;terrible minón &lt;/em&gt;y ahora te saluda con un hola cómo estás? Disculpa estoy apurada seguimos otro día que sigas bien… Y sin duda tus amigos babosos... – &lt;strong&gt;Nooooo me digas que esa era Carmencitaaaaa está terrible papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!. &lt;/strong&gt;Y si, vas a pensar en pegarte un tiro en las bolas, cosa que tendrías que haber hecho hace tiempo ya. Y lógicamente, &lt;em&gt;vas a pensar en llamarla &lt;/em&gt;para encontrarse como “amigos” para ver que tal andan sus cosas, con el único fin de bajarle la caña… Y le vas a ir con el cuento barato de que &lt;strong&gt;pensaste mucho lo que pasó entre ustedes y que la extrañas y que la amás…&lt;/strong&gt; Y boludeces de ese tipo, que en ese momento claramente son boludeces, tarde para arrepentimientos… Y ella te va a contestar: Mirá Juancito te entiendo (porque&lt;strong&gt; creeme que entiende &lt;/strong&gt;que estés ahí, intentado recuperar esa flor de mujer) pero yo ahora estoy en otra cosa, estoy con alguien y estamos bien… Creeme que te tengo un gran cariño, pero bueno no es momento…Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! Perdiste otra vez! Anda con tu grupito de amigos &lt;strong&gt;ese que privilegiaste siempre&lt;/strong&gt;: los sábados, los domingos... todos los días! volvé al sanjón ese que estabas del que nunca tendrías que haber salido… &lt;strong&gt;O volvete con la atorranta esa por la que cambiaste&lt;/strong&gt; a la flor de mina (que seguramente te debe estar cagando con otro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Porque es así pibe… &lt;strong&gt;Las minas siempre van a decir que el hombre es más inteligente etc. etc. porque ellas saben perfectamente que la cosa es al revés y porque los hombres necesitan sentirse un poquito mas, ellas no necesitan sentirse… Son bastante mas.&lt;/strong&gt; Y créeme con las minas &lt;strong&gt;no jodás &lt;/strong&gt;que siempre de una manera u otra o como sea te terminas arrepintiendo. Y antes de joder a una flaca, pensá que &lt;em&gt;esa mina puede haber sido tu mamá tu hermana tu abuela&lt;/em&gt;… Y como macho que sos a ellas las cuidas y no querés que le hagan lo que vos serías capaz de hacer. Verdad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capusotto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-6830873020075643428?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6830873020075643428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=6830873020075643428' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/6830873020075643428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/6830873020075643428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/10/con-las-mujeres-no.html' title='CON LAS MUJERES NO!!!!'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-5943223034272899662</id><published>2008-10-08T22:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:36:47.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I know why - Sheryl Crow</title><content type='html'>They say love keeps on growing&lt;br /&gt;It's the one thing that I've felt I've always known&lt;br /&gt;Cause it wouldn't matter where you're going&lt;br /&gt;Cause where you are is where I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the heart gets lonely&lt;br /&gt;Every time you give your love away&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that you are only&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Rolling round but when you go and let somebody in&lt;br /&gt;They might fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why the road keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;When everything you want is straight ahead&lt;br /&gt;And every thing I thought worth learning&lt;br /&gt;Is forgotten when I see your face instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the heart gets lonely&lt;br /&gt;Every time you give your love away&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that you are only&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in the wind &lt;br /&gt;Rolling round but when you go and let somebody in&lt;br /&gt;They might fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you say is so overrated&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, it can get too complicated to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the heart gets lonely&lt;br /&gt;Every time you give your love away&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that you are only&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You better think again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the heart gets lonely&lt;br /&gt;Every time you give your love away&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that you are only&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowin' round the wind&lt;br /&gt;You let somebody in they might fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-5943223034272899662?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/5943223034272899662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=5943223034272899662' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/5943223034272899662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/5943223034272899662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-why-sheryl-crow.html' title='I know why - Sheryl Crow'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-4448707224820673583</id><published>2008-10-06T22:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:17:45.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig Out Your Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOq4WIhpXwI/AAAAAAAAACo/4aWqLNBvpzQ/s1600-h/oasissss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOq4WIhpXwI/AAAAAAAAACo/4aWqLNBvpzQ/s320/oasissss.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254214605666344706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya llegoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-4448707224820673583?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4448707224820673583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=4448707224820673583' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/4448707224820673583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/4448707224820673583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/10/dig-out-your-soul.html' title='Dig Out Your Soul'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOq4WIhpXwI/AAAAAAAAACo/4aWqLNBvpzQ/s72-c/oasissss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-5178488823962386484</id><published>2008-10-05T22:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:27:04.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast no shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOlo-5TtnFI/AAAAAAAAACg/nq-6sMjtpPE/s1600-h/un+monton!+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOlo-5TtnFI/AAAAAAAAACg/nq-6sMjtpPE/s320/un+monton!+128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845870049074258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand &lt;br /&gt;What is in his hands (what's in his hands)&lt;br /&gt;He walks along the open road of love and life&lt;br /&gt;Surviving if he can (surviving if he can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say&lt;br /&gt;Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay&lt;br /&gt;Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say&lt;br /&gt;As he faced the sun he cast no shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they took his soul they stole his pride &lt;br /&gt;As he faced the sun he cast no shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand&lt;br /&gt;What is in his hands (what's in his hands)&lt;br /&gt;He walks along the open road of love and life&lt;br /&gt;Surviving if he can (but only if he can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say&lt;br /&gt;Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay&lt;br /&gt;Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say&lt;br /&gt;As he faced the sun he cast no shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they took his soul they stole his pride &lt;br /&gt;As he faced the sun he cast no shadow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-5178488823962386484?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOlo-5TtnFI/AAAAAAAAACg/nq-6sMjtpPE/s72-c/un+monton!+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-4801833168678883642</id><published>2008-10-04T21:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:45:01.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Here Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOgNPbSfYAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Fb-f-AXyD9k/s1600-h/P1050805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOgNPbSfYAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Fb-f-AXyD9k/s320/P1050805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253463524002193410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days had made me older &lt;br /&gt;since the last time that I've saw your pretty face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles had separate &lt;br /&gt;They disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind &lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby &lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time &lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miles just keep rollin &lt;br /&gt;as the people either way to say hello &lt;br /&gt;I've heard this life is overrated &lt;br /&gt;but I hope that it gets better as we go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind &lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby &lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time &lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it's only you and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know, &lt;br /&gt;and anywhere I go &lt;br /&gt;it gets hard but it won't take away my love &lt;br /&gt;And when the last one falls, &lt;br /&gt;when it's all said and done &lt;br /&gt;it get hard but it won’t take away my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still on my lonely mind &lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby &lt;br /&gt;and I dream about you all the time &lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby &lt;br /&gt;but your still with me in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it's only you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-4801833168678883642?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4801833168678883642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-150397502369070590</id><published>2008-10-03T21:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:23:25.755-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Los nenes mas lindos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOa3bbMczLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dDz5mTvIOj0/s1600-h/maite+y+facu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOa3bbMczLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dDz5mTvIOj0/s320/maite+y+facu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253087697158589618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mis sobrinitos preciosos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-150397502369070590?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOa3bbMczLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dDz5mTvIOj0/s72-c/maite+y+facu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-6121703028612207636</id><published>2008-10-02T20:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:54:11.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In Repair</title><content type='html'>Too many shadows in my room&lt;br /&gt;Too many hours in this midnight&lt;br /&gt;Too many corners in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So much to do to set my heart right&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, i am in repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood on the corner for a while&lt;br /&gt;To wait for the wind to blow down on me&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it takes with it my old ways&lt;br /&gt;And brings some brand new luck upon me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;I am in repair, i am in repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm walking in the park&lt;br /&gt;All of the birds they dance below me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when things turn green again&lt;br /&gt;It will be good to say you know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready&lt;br /&gt;Oh but if i take my heart's advice&lt;br /&gt;I should assume it's still unsteady&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm never really ready, yeah, oh, i'm never really ready&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;I'm in repair, i'm not together but i'm getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1nRwtI77KQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1nRwtI77KQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-6121703028612207636?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/6121703028612207636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=6121703028612207636' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/6121703028612207636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/6121703028612207636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-repair.html' title='In Repair'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-4811051452386975724</id><published>2008-10-01T22:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:21:40.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El instante</title><content type='html'>" ¿Dónde estarán los siglos, dónde el sueño&lt;br /&gt;de espadas que los tártaros soñaron,&lt;br /&gt;dónde los fuertes muros que allanaron,&lt;br /&gt;dónde el Árbol de Adán y el otro Leño?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El presente está solo. La memoria erige el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sucesión y engaño es la rutina del reloj.&lt;br /&gt;El año no es menos vano que la vana historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre el alba y la noche hay un abismo&lt;br /&gt;de agonías, de luces, de cuidados;&lt;br /&gt;el rostro que se mira en los gastados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espejos de la noche no es el mismo.&lt;br /&gt;El hoy fugaz es tenue y es eterno;&lt;br /&gt;otro Cielo no esperes, ni otro Infierno. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-4811051452386975724?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/4811051452386975724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=4811051452386975724' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/4811051452386975724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/4811051452386975724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-instante.html' title='El instante'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-306542540182032356</id><published>2008-09-30T15:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:41:21.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El Túnel</title><content type='html'>Yo no decía nada. Hermosos sentimientos y sombrías ideas daban vueltas en mi cabeza, mientras oía su voz, su maravillosa voz. Fui cayendo en una especie de encantamiento. La caída del sol iba encendiendo una fundición gigantesca entre las nubes del poniente. Sentí que ese momento mágico no se volvería a repetir nunca. -Nunca más, nunca más- pensé, mientras empecé a experimentar el vértigo del acantilado y a pensar qué fácil sería arrastrarla al abismo, conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto Sábato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No esperen que me ponga a filosofar ni escriba lo que pienso, cuando tenga ganas voy a hacerlo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-306542540182032356?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/306542540182032356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=306542540182032356' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/306542540182032356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/306542540182032356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-tnel.html' title='El Túnel'/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768830646204380176.post-7587173544190075229</id><published>2008-09-30T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:16:32.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOGZ_qRWsBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4BoDFBoP_y4/s1600-h/470_radiohead2,0[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251647959448596498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOGZ_qRWsBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4BoDFBoP_y4/s320/470_radiohead2,0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got wings, i got arms, i got shrinks&lt;br /&gt;i got bombs, i got guns, i got brains&lt;br /&gt;so there's no point in your warbird&lt;br /&gt;she's no point in denying&lt;br /&gt;i got guns, i got bombs, i got brains&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me up to a warmer place&lt;br /&gt;i got eggs, i got feathers, i got brains&lt;br /&gt;and there's no point in your warbird&lt;br /&gt;she's no point in denying&lt;br /&gt;i got bombs, i got guns, i got brains&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;or you&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got brains, i got feathers, i got hands,&lt;br /&gt;i got friends, i got ammo, i got plans&lt;br /&gt;so there's no point in your warbird&lt;br /&gt;she's no point in denying&lt;br /&gt;i got guns, i got arms, i got plans&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fall for you&lt;br /&gt;and i won't fly for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Qué difícil armar un blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768830646204380176-7587173544190075229?l=phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/feeds/7587173544190075229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768830646204380176&amp;postID=7587173544190075229' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/7587173544190075229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768830646204380176/posts/default/7587173544190075229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phillipa-chicken.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-wings-i-got-arms-i-got-shrinks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745573093320810228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFQuNg2ugX8/SOGZ_qRWsBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4BoDFBoP_y4/s72-c/470_radiohead2,0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
