<?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-2133673143317594592</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:56:06.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Void</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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><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-2133673143317594592.post-6719725143365391710</id><published>2011-10-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:05:25.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cansancio, porque es tan mal visto el suicidio. Solo deseo dormir, y no sentir este agotamiento de enfrentar un nuevo día....un alma vieja, cansada...diez años atrás me acompañaba la esperanza, un posible propósito a una existencia vacía, pero las heridas se fueron sumando...quedando abiertas...i give up...no vale la pena levantarse, el reloj continua su curso, las estaciones no varían, y la mascara de fortaleza me agoto...no soy fuerte, quiero desaparecer en el silencio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amo a mi familia...ese es mi único lamento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2133673143317594592-6719725143365391710?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6719725143365391710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=6719725143365391710' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/6719725143365391710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/6719725143365391710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2011/10/cansancio-porque-es-tan-mal-visto-el.html' title=''/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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-2133673143317594592.post-2673117334620951491</id><published>2011-09-25T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T10:45:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dead, my little friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; in this world of shadows you bring me light, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dream of mourner only child, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don´t think bad of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i just want  an exist from this empty life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friend went you think of me smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because in your warm embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will find solace  of the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2133673143317594592-2673117334620951491?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2673117334620951491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=2673117334620951491' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/2673117334620951491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/2673117334620951491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2011/09/dead-my-little-friend-in-this-world-of.html' title=''/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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-2133673143317594592.post-8995023394665006954</id><published>2010-03-14T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:21:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En ocasiones las buenas intenciones solo quedan en eso......un deseo, teniendo un desenlace agridulce. Las frustraciones, el cansancio son demasiados al momento de intentar organizar un evento, de cualquier magnitud; dado que a la persona a la cual deseas conmemorar tiende a terminar en el papel de ayudante. En mi cumpleaños, tiende a suceder esto, ejemplo, en el almuerzo cocinado en mi honor finaliza conmigo lavando, secando los platos y sirviendo el postre; posteriormente en la once algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; soy la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; en no ser atendida ni servida,  y como guinda a la velada finalizo secando la loza. Mientras se espera que me encuentre agradecida de ambos regalos (cave destacar los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;únicos&lt;/span&gt; presentes que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recibí&lt;/span&gt;), no me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sentiría&lt;/span&gt; tan "harta" de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt; si al menos por un momento del día me hubiera sentido especial.......Algunos al parecer no nacemos con esa brillantes...nos conformaremos con las tortas.&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/2133673143317594592-8995023394665006954?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8995023394665006954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=8995023394665006954' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/8995023394665006954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/8995023394665006954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2010/03/cansada.html' title='Cansada'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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-2133673143317594592.post-3341060073881188346</id><published>2009-07-04T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:49:05.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quisiera dejar los fantasmas en el closet, perdidos entre ropa mal dolblada y pastillas de naftalina. Estos no guiarian mis pasos ni entorpeserian mis relaciones, terminaria con las culpas despues de acabar con las recriminaciones diciendo soy libre del recuerdo de un ayer amargado, de una resentida infancia....me gustaria creerlo, porque en el fondo el saberlo no lo es todo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2133673143317594592-3341060073881188346?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3341060073881188346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=3341060073881188346' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/3341060073881188346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/3341060073881188346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/quisiera-dejar-los-fantasmas-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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-2133673143317594592.post-5752959471873002970</id><published>2009-05-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:57:28.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He intentado no pensar en el pasado, no recordar el sonido de tus pasos ni como cada una de tus palabras parecian detener el tiempo. Desearia ver el amanecer a tu lado sin lamentar el atardecer en soledad, creeria en la mentira de que eres solo mia durante el invierno compartiendote en verano. El egoismo es parte de mi genetica....fidelidad no es parte de la tuya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2133673143317594592-5752959471873002970?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5752959471873002970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=5752959471873002970' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/5752959471873002970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/5752959471873002970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-intentado-no-pensar-en-el-pasado-no.html' title=''/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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-2133673143317594592.post-3500941831013437679</id><published>2009-02-07T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:06:39.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un nuevo camino se presenta entre la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;penumbra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intento descubrir en mi interior la fuerza para tomarlo&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;valentía&lt;/span&gt; que implica seguirlo&lt;br /&gt;como la libertar de caer en el sin mirar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo ser aquel que pueda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transitarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2133673143317594592-3500941831013437679?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3500941831013437679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=3500941831013437679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/3500941831013437679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/3500941831013437679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-nuevo-camino-se-presenta-entre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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-2133673143317594592.post-1068374550261012710</id><published>2007-11-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:40:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wRnOcWVm9hc/Ryo49F7lE6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ri63IicRbUw/s1600-h/arslan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127973747929977762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wRnOcWVm9hc/Ryo49F7lE6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ri63IicRbUw/s320/arslan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Es dificil establecer un tiempo en la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; por que al final no es más sino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; una suma constante de momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Más dificil aún es establecer un tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;para olvidar los sueños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dejar que el viento se lleve consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; aquellos deseos de la infancia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; aquellos secretos de la adolescencia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;y aquella desesperanza de la adultes.&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/2133673143317594592-1068374550261012710?l=void-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1068374550261012710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2133673143317594592&amp;postID=1068374550261012710' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/1068374550261012710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2133673143317594592/posts/default/1068374550261012710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://void-heart.blogspot.com/2007/11/inicio.html' title='Inicio'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05560035209586709859</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/_wRnOcWVm9hc/Ryo49F7lE6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ri63IicRbUw/s72-c/arslan5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
