<?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-23252644</id><updated>2012-01-06T22:58:21.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehhhhhmmmmmm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Groupie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350530085051845425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f343/miss_groupie/Pinguinos.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-23252644.post-114210434255536822</id><published>2006-03-11T16:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:12:22.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like it - I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I love you - I'm not gonna crack&lt;br /&gt;I kill you - I'm not gonna crack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114210434255536822?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114210434255536822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114210434255536822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-like-it-im-not-gonna-crack-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Prometeo della Sierra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPZxq_7UBDc/RteiIFAP3-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zysKKyTx8t8/s1600/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252644.post-114174745107115435</id><published>2006-03-07T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:04:11.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agh, odio no tener plata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114174745107115435?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114174745107115435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114174745107115435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/agh-odio-no-tener-plata.html' title=''/><author><name>Prometeo della Sierra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPZxq_7UBDc/RteiIFAP3-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zysKKyTx8t8/s1600/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252644.post-114143385926127374</id><published>2006-03-03T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:57:39.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/1875/1600/light2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/1875/200/light2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't want to be the food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;or the light from the fridge at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What are you hungry from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien sáqueme de acá... Es que es una fija: trastocarme, sentirme trastocada, volver a los mismos vicios nocivos. Bien lo dicen en aquella película que supe juzgar antes de tiempo: &lt;strong&gt;es la lastimadura en el paladar que sanaría si la dejaras de lamer. Sólo que no lo hacés.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3920/1875/200/light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114143385926127374?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114143385926127374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114143385926127374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-want-to.html' title='I don&apos;t want to'/><author><name>Miss Groupie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350530085051845425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f343/miss_groupie/Pinguinos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252644.post-114140644420678483</id><published>2006-03-03T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:22:34.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Hoping</title><content type='html'>she threw a shoe at his head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114140644420678483?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114140644420678483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114140644420678483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-hoping.html' title='I Was Hoping'/><author><name>Miss Groupie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350530085051845425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f343/miss_groupie/Pinguinos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252644.post-114140200238870579</id><published>2006-03-03T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:12:59.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella Maris de Gimenez</title><content type='html'>--Es así&amp;shy;, M'hijo, uno escribe y escribe sus tristeza, ¿sabe? Cuando éste tipo me dijo que no hay que escribir sobre tristeza, ni sobre amor, ni sobre nada de eso que es la &lt;em&gt;vida&lt;/em&gt; me dio mucha bronca, porque eso es la vida, siempre hay alguna lágrima, ¿vió?, en toda situación hay alguna lágrima. Por eso yo quiero que usted siempre escriba su tristeza, porque la tristeza es parte importante de la vida. Además es así, uno cuando está triste es como que está más predispuesto a escribir, ¿no?, ¿nunca le pasó?, pero es así, M'hijo, es así&amp;shy;. Yo quiero que usted se cuide ahora, porque no es fácil, quiero que se cuide y que escriba su tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta mañana, con Stella, escuché éstas cosas. Y yo la quiero a la vieja, porque ella editó un libro que se llama "sólo perfume de violetas". Y eso es mucho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114140200238870579?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114140200238870579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114140200238870579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/stella-maris-de-gimenez.html' title='Stella Maris de Gimenez'/><author><name>Prometeo della Sierra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TPZxq_7UBDc/RteiIFAP3-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zysKKyTx8t8/s1600/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252644.post-114134289290769699</id><published>2006-03-02T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:41:32.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So Pure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's be outspoken, let's be ridiculous, let's solve the world's problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mierda, cada vez que me siento peculiar, encuentro palabras descriptivas en esta mujer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114134289290769699?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114134289290769699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114134289290769699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-pure.html' title='So Pure'/><author><name>Miss Groupie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350530085051845425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f343/miss_groupie/Pinguinos.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23252644.post-114126283450478580</id><published>2006-03-01T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:27:14.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo no quiero volverme tan loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23252644-114126283450478580?l=futuronegra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114126283450478580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23252644/posts/default/114126283450478580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futuronegra.blogspot.com/2006/03/yo-no-quiero-volverme-tan-loco.html' title='Yo no quiero volverme tan loco'/><author><name>Miss Groupie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350530085051845425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f343/miss_groupie/Pinguinos.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
