<?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-2373382979469327069</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:27:26.553-03:00</updated><category term='elberg'/><category term='amor'/><category term='moraleja'/><category term='chibachichis'/><category term='psicologia realidad verdad debes visitarme'/><category term='franelas'/><category term='dolor'/><title type='text'>Elberg</title><subtitle type='html'>Cosas que la gente deberia leer de mis pensamientos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>simon elberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05893497307348485238</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373382979469327069.post-1946909618097423633</id><published>2010-04-16T22:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:07:37.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Abrí los ojos pero aun no ha salido el sol, cerré los ojos, y al abrirlos de nuevo ya eran las 8.00 am, corrí al baño me afeite y quite todas las lagañas que tenía en mis ojos esta vez habían salido muchas, me bañe, llore, vestí y desayune y mientras comía recordé la última vez que había comido junto a ella, antes de salir mire nuevamente el reloj las 8.20 agarre mi bolso azul y viejo, mi cartera marrón de cuero. Al voltearme me fije en el espejo, tenía la chemisse morada, el suéter azul y sentía el olor que ella había dejado en mi ropa hace ya 4meses atrás, mirando al reloj ya había transcurrido media hora, y estaba parado en seco frente al espejo, gire , abrí la puerta y al salir del apartamento sentí la sensación de que ya había vivido todo esto en algún momento, un deyavú. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2373382979469327069-1946909618097423633?l=selberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/feeds/1946909618097423633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2373382979469327069&amp;postID=1946909618097423633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/1946909618097423633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/1946909618097423633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/2010/04/abri-los-ojos-pero-aun-no-ha-salido-el.html' title=''/><author><name>simon elberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05893497307348485238</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-2373382979469327069.post-9173945461309077366</id><published>2010-04-06T21:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:38:22.183-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psicologia realidad verdad debes visitarme'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F31KTuI6Jxc/S7yzdWpLtpI/AAAAAAAAAfc/weM1q675n1k/s1600/img004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F31KTuI6Jxc/S7yzdWpLtpI/AAAAAAAAAfc/weM1q675n1k/s320/img004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;es importante para mi&lt;br /&gt;que lean esto con calma&lt;br /&gt;uno siempre  sabe&lt;br /&gt;del mal del cual uno va a morir&lt;br /&gt;por mas tonto que  seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2373382979469327069-9173945461309077366?l=selberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/feeds/9173945461309077366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2373382979469327069&amp;postID=9173945461309077366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/9173945461309077366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/9173945461309077366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/2010/04/es-importante-para-mi-que-lean-esto-con.html' title=''/><author><name>simon elberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05893497307348485238</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/_F31KTuI6Jxc/S7yzdWpLtpI/AAAAAAAAAfc/weM1q675n1k/s72-c/img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2373382979469327069.post-3800145347708037065</id><published>2010-03-20T22:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:31:47.607-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chibachichis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franelas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moraleja'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Escuche  este cuento el  viernes  en la noche, una persona muy sabia lo conto,  escribiré lo que recuerdo del cuento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Erase una vez un hombre&lt;/span&gt;, que vivía su vida normal, trabajaba, comía, rezaba y se ejercitaba, nada más ni nada menos, un buen día el hombre consiguió  la franela de su vida, le daba abrigo y el se sentía feliz con ella, pero no era cualquier franela, era un franela especial, el lo consideraba una franela sagrada y mas que una franela cualquiera el pensaba en la buena suerte que había sido conseguir ese franela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; La franela era muy muy bonita, o al  menos así lo pensaba el, hecha a su medida, inteligente y unica, pero no a su estilo, la franela parecía tener el estilo de otra persona, pero a el  eso no le importaba, pasaba horas y horas con su franela y cuando era de noche y tenia que ponerse una piyama, pensaba: “porque no me puedo poner la franela ahora???” pero dormía feliz sabiendo que al da siguiente tendría su franela de nuevo, y el haria de todo por su franela otra vez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; El hombre cuidaba su franela la limpiaba la doblaba la perfumaba le prestaba atención la escuchaba, la portaba con orgullo, la esperaba, la admiraba, la observaba y hasta le concinaba. le daba prioridad en su vida y paso 3 años teniedola en su &lt;i&gt;corazón&lt;/i&gt; y en su mente,  esa franela le daba la alegría y la forma de ser a su vida, por que el hombre consideraba la franela su propia piel.&lt;br /&gt;Un día el hombre se dio cuenta que que por varios motivos ajenos a la voluntad de todos l&lt;i&gt;a franela no podía estar mas con el, y desapareció&lt;/i&gt;. El la busco y no la encontró, todo el mundo e n la calle le decía, hombre!!! Qué te pasa? Hay muchas franelas en el mundo, ponte otra, pero  el hombre sabia que 3 años con una franela era mucho mas signifiativo que cualquier recomendacion superflua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORALEJA: &lt;b&gt;NO ME DIGAN QUE OLVIDE LA FRANELA&lt;/b&gt; que tenia dentro de mi corazón!&lt;br /&gt;P.D. &lt;b&gt;ESTA HISTORIA ES FELIZ; DEJEN DE SER TAN PESIMISTAS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2373382979469327069-3800145347708037065?l=selberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/feeds/3800145347708037065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2373382979469327069&amp;postID=3800145347708037065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/3800145347708037065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/3800145347708037065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/2010/03/escuche-este-cuento-el-viernes-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>simon elberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05893497307348485238</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-2373382979469327069.post-8727452016651267506</id><published>2010-03-18T14:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:31:59.747-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Entrada corta:&lt;/span&gt; Extracto de 3 canciones que describen, como me siento stasultimas 2 semanas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;cualquier parecido con la realidad. &lt;strike&gt;es paja&lt;/strike&gt;, por que todo esto es muy&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; "absurdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;First time we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-small;"&gt; Face became etched In my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;You were the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; I was the one who worshipped you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; My hands were your guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt; Your eyes were my muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;And I knew you could never love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;I had so much sorrow inside you could never reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; But can I still keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;A place in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So life doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt so badly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So life doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt so badly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please don't look at life, look at me so sadly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life shouldn't hurt, doesn't hurt so badly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I know that its my fault you don't understand (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I got memories, this is crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;You ain't nothing like the girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Girl I really wanna work this out cause I'm tired of fighting (tired of fighting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-large;"&gt;and I really hope you still want me the way I want you (you, you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;I said I really wanna work this out, but girl I'm trying, its no excuse, no excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;(But I got this) I got this Icebox where my heart used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2373382979469327069-8727452016651267506?l=selberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/feeds/8727452016651267506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2373382979469327069&amp;postID=8727452016651267506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/8727452016651267506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/8727452016651267506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/2010/03/entrada-corta-extracto-de-3-canciones.html' title=''/><author><name>simon elberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05893497307348485238</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-2373382979469327069.post-4678085773750905907</id><published>2010-03-15T22:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:49:37.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apartado 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ojala no tuviera que abrir este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apartado 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No me responsabilizo por lo que escriba aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apartado 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;vació:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apartado 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;odio haber pasado todo el fin de semana escribiéndote una tonta carta de amor para ti. MV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apartado 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;escribiré una entrada cada vez que la srta. miguez escriba una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2373382979469327069-4678085773750905907?l=selberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/feeds/4678085773750905907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2373382979469327069&amp;postID=4678085773750905907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/4678085773750905907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2373382979469327069/posts/default/4678085773750905907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selberg.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-primera-entrada-es-el-final-de-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>simon elberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05893497307348485238</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></feed>
