<?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-4136641923064187512</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:44:14.453-03:00</updated><category term='lennon;amor;libertad;cancion;musica;'/><category term='amistad;aristóteles'/><category term='amor;nadar;padres;luchar;fe;esperanza;conquista;enamoramiento;humanidad;ideales;sentimientos;obsesión;mejorarndo el pasado;fracaso;'/><category term='familia'/><category term='respeto'/><category term='lealtad'/><category term='miradas'/><category term='lucha'/><category term='cuerpo'/><category term='emociones'/><category term='virtud'/><category term='vicio'/><category term='año nuevo'/><category term='amistad'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='LIBERTAD'/><category term='FELICIDAD'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='alma'/><category term='busqueda de la virtud'/><title type='text'>Sueños de Visa  *That´ all folks*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-2419856200117734952</id><published>2012-01-23T00:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:11:39.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar a un amigo ...</title><summary type='text'>




Han pasado 3 años desde que nos conocimos.No fue fácil llegar hasta aquí.Ser amigo de alguien es una tarea de continua construcción.Es preservar aquellos sentimientos que enaltecen esa relación y lograr disipar aquellos que la van destruyendo.Todo de apoco.Porque se gana de apoco y se pierde del mismo modo.No puedo admitir que desde un primer momento sabría que esto se convertiría en algo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/2419856200117734952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=2419856200117734952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2419856200117734952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2419856200117734952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2012/01/amar-un-amigo.html' title='Amar a un amigo ...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1147065752872017447</id><published>2012-01-15T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:53:11.126-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor;nadar;padres;luchar;fe;esperanza;conquista;enamoramiento;humanidad;ideales;sentimientos;obsesión;mejorarndo el pasado;fracaso;'/><title type='text'>Llenando vacios de amor</title><summary type='text'>




Es peligroso empezar con miedos un nuevo viaje, pero más temible es vivirlo con vacíos.

Esos vacíos de pensamientos y acciones que no te dejan reposar la mente ni un instante en la vida.

No es fácil amar a alguien.

No es fácil entregar tu manera de ser a un analista para que vea los defectos y virtudes.

Porque sabes indefectiblemente que prestará más atención a los defectos.

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No, no empezó ayer, viene desde lejos, viene desde antes.

Y en cada recuerdo de estos años, ahí estas tu.

Por cada caricia q nunca tuve , me la das tu,Por ese amor que nunca tuve me lo das tu.



Fuimos, fuimos construyendo un mundo perfecto solo para dos.Fueron, fueron muchas noches, noches de dolor, de felicidad.

Y en cada minuto de mi vida ahí estas tu,Y todos mis sueños los haces tu.


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No he podido dormir suficiente.


El pasado me hizo recordarlo a la fuerza.

Los dolores se vuelven poderosos.Y yo sigo aqui, buscando una manera de salir de fiesta con mi presente pero está de chaperón ese amigo bastardo ...cuando lo desea...llamado pasado.


Algunos de sutil manera dicen que solo es el recuerdo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5918964285696977527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5918964285696977527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5918964285696977527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5918964285696977527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-he-podido-dormir-suficiente.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8149961070314223161</id><published>2012-01-01T02:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:36:57.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amistad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='año nuevo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amistad;aristóteles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busqueda de la virtud'/><title type='text'>La búsqueda de la virtud</title><summary type='text'>





Pretendo
soñar año tras año que mis sueños se convertirán en grandes
monumentos de honor ante mis ojos.

Cada año
mi alrededor y yo logramos que eso no suceda.

No fue un
gran año.

Fueron
muchos los fracasos.

Y en el
final es exactamente igual que hace 22 años.

No puedo
ser una infeliz que ande insultando a su suerte , pero sí puedo ser
una niña que se convirtió en mujer con los mismos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8149961070314223161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8149961070314223161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8149961070314223161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8149961070314223161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-busqueda-de-la-virtud.html' title='La búsqueda de la virtud'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8446513208526460944</id><published>2011-12-27T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:15:42.197-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estaré</title><summary type='text'>

Te
prometo que estaré cuando las palabras no alcancen.

Porque
esto que construimos duele a veces ,pero la mayoría de los momentos
me convierten en alguien mejor.

Es
que no suelo medir mis alegrías pero creo conveniente empezar a
hacerlo ahora.

Me
cuentan que creciste con miedo a amar.

Con
miedo a cometer errores.

A
ver esos sueños despedazarse en tus manos

Querido
amigo no pretendas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8446513208526460944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8446513208526460944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8446513208526460944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8446513208526460944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/12/estare.html' title='Estaré'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5164161259365827654</id><published>2011-12-15T23:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:02:43.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tío foca....tio, te necesito.Volvé.</title><summary type='text'>


Buenos Aires,González
Catán,15 de Diciembre del 2011









Te abrace y quise dormirme
en tus brazos.No fue fácil abrazarte,porque la luz que había en tu
alma llegaba a mis ojos como si fuera el mismísimo Sol quien
penetraba en mi ser.

Hacia tanto que no te veía
que las sensaciones eran ambiguas.

Pero era feliz.



Te conquiste con mi certeza
de amor. 



Vos me conquistaste dándome
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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/2967926710765669950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=2967926710765669950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2967926710765669950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2967926710765669950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/12/por-siempre-lennon.html' title='Por siempre Lennon ....'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5F1UuRMhD8/TuDFoOCOVOI/AAAAAAAAATo/US2sZNj0e50/s72-c/lennon225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5637248575135323504</id><published>2011-12-08T11:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:07:25.365-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Que ando buscando un amor-----------*********</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5637248575135323504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5637248575135323504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5637248575135323504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5637248575135323504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-ando-buscando-un-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5611374271355176273</id><published>2011-11-20T11:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:50:56.912-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emociones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuerpo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miradas'/><title type='text'>Para el almuerzo...</title><summary type='text'>


Debo admitir que sentirse conquistada es muy parecido a ponerse en el cuerpo una fragancia importada, carísima y altamente destructiva de miradas.

Es una loción que te envuelve , te hace vivir en libertad tus emociones y tu cuerpo.

Cada vez que caminas , el mundo gira a tu alrededor.

Nadie se resiste a voltear para descubrir de dónde viene ese camino de mezclas puramente adictivas.

La </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5611374271355176273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5611374271355176273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5611374271355176273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5611374271355176273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/11/para-el-almuerzo.html' title='Para el almuerzo...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X555JWfmuQ/TskS7UmS7dI/AAAAAAAAASk/Fl8cTGhmrFk/s72-c/perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-498730311362149829</id><published>2011-11-17T22:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:51:37.323-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FELICIDAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lealtad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBERTAD'/><title type='text'>Útil</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;
 
  
  
 
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"NADA ESTÁ NUNCA TERMINADO"

Dr.Gregory House







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Me garantizas vivir el presente

No sueñas mas de lo que tu alma le teme.

No pido más de lo que quieras darme.

Yo no doy mas de lo que puedo darte.

Es muy simple todo esto, vivimos el tiempo como algo fructífero y no una maldición del más allá.

Pero no es fácil crear ilusiones donde todo parece desconocido.Incertidumbre completa.

Se muy bien que todo pasa, estos momentos también serán </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/190847403628763158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=190847403628763158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/190847403628763158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/190847403628763158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/11/mentira-al-tiempo.html' title='Mentira al tiempo'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6707891188864783591</id><published>2011-11-05T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:02:54.955-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lealtad'/><title type='text'>El loco y sus velas</title><summary type='text'>
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 Dedicada a Andres Suarez,un amigo que no usa reloj.Un amor.No un simple amor.MI AMOR.     
Alternativas de amor,
invadiendome en el quiebre de la vida.Estrechando mis brazos cuando no había salida,
allí apareciste, creyéndote una más.
Hoy eres ese más de mi ecuación inválida.
No se por que estás.
Ni se si duraras.Solo se que aquí estas y trataré que el siempre sea real.
No busco soluciones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5458687184474287586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5458687184474287586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5458687184474287586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5458687184474287586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/10/destiempos.html' title='Destiempos'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4763554842341330671</id><published>2011-08-22T22:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:56:59.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antiestrés</title><summary type='text'>  






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Doy fe que salvaste su vida
Doy fe que eres instrumento mas allá de tu partida física
Doy fe que tu paz me acompaña.
Doy fe en testimonio propio de tu presencia  , tu bondad y tu misericordia  en mi familia.

Que Dios en los cielos haya  conservado para usted un lugar privilegiado.
Gracias al Padre Mario Pantaleo, mi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3004037263266188738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3004037263266188738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3004037263266188738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3004037263266188738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/doy-fe.html' title='Doy fe!!'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vjk5v8bOTqs/Tk7u0vUHJjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9UsAAUSLVOY/s72-c/clasificar+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5513888883869504327</id><published>2011-08-19T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:01:20.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu nena ..... x siempre 19/08/ .... El Gitano</title><summary type='text'>  Aunque ya no estés con nosotras, Gitano mio te amaremos por siempre...
Tu voz...
Tu piel...
Y esos labios color carmesí... que volvieron loca a tantas generaciones de mujeres... 
No negamos la locura que nos sigues provocando.La pasión en nuestros cuerpos cunado tu voz se acerca como si no te hubieras ido jamás.
Te equivocaste y reconociste tus errores.Luchaste e inculcaste el camino correcto.
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Simulación del rompimiento del GLACIAR PERITO MORENO en Tecnópolis... cuando se rompia , te salpicaba agua como si estuvieras allí..... maravilloso efecto.Y la temperatura era bajo 0º tmb....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3396184120805546751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3396184120805546751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3396184120805546751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3396184120805546751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/simulacion.html' title='Simulación...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8065355787533313536</id><published>2011-08-14T01:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:16:05.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La pasión hacia las personas es adictiva, temporal y viene siempre en poca cantidad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8065355787533313536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8065355787533313536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8065355787533313536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8065355787533313536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-pasion-hacia-las-personas-es.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7339362841989891877</id><published>2011-08-11T00:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:31:19.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 
Puede sonar egocéntrico, pero si todos los que me dijeron alguna vez "SOS  FUERTE" , tuvieran idea de las lágrimas que derrame noche tras noche..Ya no tengo fuerza para imaginar algo mejor.Solo se que los demonios vuelven y yo me destruyo.Quizás tenían razón y era fuerte, pero mi alma también necesitaba un S.O.S ...Y nadie me rescató-Hoy tengo auxiliadores , pero ya es tarde para mí.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7339362841989891877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7339362841989891877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7339362841989891877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7339362841989891877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/puede-sonar-egocentrico-pero-si-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rxsRZ6XuHJQ/TkNKlSobvcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gRJrox63NUs/s72-c/llorando1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5897551535814704863</id><published>2011-08-07T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:24:39.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sin palabras fisicamente explicables
Llena de pensamientos
Perpleja de sentimientos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5897551535814704863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5897551535814704863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5897551535814704863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5897551535814704863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/sin-palabras-fisicamente-explicables.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5431425469799705616</id><published>2011-08-05T01:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:34:16.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you . Kelly Clarkson</title><summary type='text'>


No cometeré los mismos errores que tu cometiste
No dejaré que mi corazón sufra tanto
No me desmoronaré de la forma en que tú lo hiciste;
el golpe fue muy fuerte.
He aprendido de la forma más difícil a no dejar que las cosas
se me vayan de las manos.

Debido a ti
nunca me alejé tanto de la acera.
Debido a ti
aprendí a no correr riesgos,
para no salir nunca lastimada.
Debido a ti
me cuesta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5431425469799705616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5431425469799705616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5431425469799705616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5431425469799705616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-of-you-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Because of you . Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5466830178487256091</id><published>2011-08-05T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:20:38.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haré mi introducción a tu final</title><summary type='text'>


Nosotros nos amamos.
Pero tu aun no te haz dado cuenta.
Amor,cuando lo sepas, mírame.Yo estoy esperando.
Lo quieras o no.
Estaré aguardando por una historia o un no encubierto de delicadeza.
13 de Julio del 20011
A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5466830178487256091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5466830178487256091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5466830178487256091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5466830178487256091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/hare-mi-introduccion-tu-final.html' title='Haré mi introducción a tu final'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1698219168011885941</id><published>2011-08-05T01:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:13:30.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No voy a llorar....
No voy a dejar que el corazón se vuelva a entregar....
y llene de lagrimas el sol...




*canción "No voy a llorar"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1698219168011885941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1698219168011885941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1698219168011885941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1698219168011885941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-voy-llorar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-9098632490676699133</id><published>2011-08-05T01:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:32:52.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...ni mas ni menos... gracias.</title><summary type='text'>Sugustina dice:
*antes de ayer estaba muy angustiada... me dolía la mente de tanto pensar y con un dolor en el pecho de esos q no se curan con aspirina.vos intentaste q estuviera mejor.me empezaste de hablar de tus cosas.y tmb de la falta de productividad de pensar en el dolor. "todo va a estar bien"-
*cuando me fui , te debo confesar q lo q me habías dicho lo tome como una buena voluntad pero q </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/9098632490676699133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=9098632490676699133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9098632490676699133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9098632490676699133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/ni-mas-ni-menos-gracias.html' title='...ni mas ni menos... gracias.'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6544411775911835116</id><published>2011-08-02T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:06:50.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



DARSE CUENTA...
DUELE...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6544411775911835116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6544411775911835116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6544411775911835116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6544411775911835116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/08/darse-cuenta.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSeJKsGBGYk/TjiQqYJM5bI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Xv2loi6Q8Do/s72-c/tumblr_l9srn87STL1qdmeiso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5563274139629168767</id><published>2011-07-27T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:17:38.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>27 de Julio Dia Internacional del Perro Callejero</title><summary type='text'>








Letra de Callejero por Alberto Cortez


Era callejero por derecho propio 
su filosofía de la libertad 
fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros 
y sobre los otros no pasar jamás. 
aunque fue de todos nunca tuvo dueño 
que condicionara su razón de ser 
libre como el viento era nuestro perro 
nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer. 
Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas 
fiel a su destino y a su</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5563274139629168767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5563274139629168767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5563274139629168767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5563274139629168767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/27-de-julio-dia-internacional-del-perro.html' title='27 de Julio Dia Internacional del Perro Callejero'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_41_a9X1Gas/TjC_eRRuRII/AAAAAAAAAN0/aO7c18dpajY/s72-c/DSC00471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-132784804827866985</id><published>2011-07-22T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:06:00.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unos 10 años despúes</title><summary type='text'>



Serrucho y su mamá... ja</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/132784804827866985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=132784804827866985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/132784804827866985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/132784804827866985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/unos-anos-despues.html' title='Unos 10 años despúes'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9_jPm46mhg/TijoPB3uRzI/AAAAAAAAANw/g_W4yBoXTVo/s72-c/serrucho%2Blleg%25C3%25B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4081561440697303292</id><published>2011-07-21T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:28:25.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>8 años es mucho ...</title><summary type='text'>Pensé cubrirme entre los rayos de sol ,pero las horas me hiceron escapar del recuerdo.No fueron días fáciles pero ahora estoy bien.Si te extraño?Pues sí.Te extraño con esa angustia atenta.Atenta y eficaz para sorprenderme un día tras otro.Hoy no lloré.Hoy te recuerdo con una sonrisa.Quizas dentro de unos años me tomaré un taxi y recorreré la ciudad...esa ciudad colmada de misterios y arrabales.Mi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/4081561440697303292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=4081561440697303292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4081561440697303292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4081561440697303292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/8-anos-es-mucho.html' title='8 años es mucho ...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKKc2vr1Rkw/TijgSapH56I/AAAAAAAAANg/qxUCt0jfdXU/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-2777424555204706633</id><published>2011-07-20T22:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:04:39.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algun dia te vas a cansar,pero seguirás alli.</title><summary type='text'>





Hay muchas cosas que uno no entiendo... solo trata de disfrutarlas.
Suelo equivocarme mucho.
Y vos aguantaste esos errores.
Aguantaste mis desapariciones.Mis enojos.
Hasta mi celos sin saberlo.
Hay sentimientos q no puedo explicar.
Tampoco creo que es necesario.
Se que en el camino, si sigo con mis locuras, perderé mucho.
Porque estoy en el abismo siempre.Arriesgo a los seres que tengo al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/2777424555204706633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=2777424555204706633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2777424555204706633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2777424555204706633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/algun-dia-te-vas-cansarpero-vos.html' title='Algun dia te vas a cansar,pero seguirás alli.'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy42bh7sxEE/TieALa_sarI/AAAAAAAAANY/AsjNr3f2sII/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1674041874556223817</id><published>2011-07-20T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T21:57:36.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>puffffff  lokura</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1674041874556223817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1674041874556223817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1674041874556223817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1674041874556223817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/puffffff-lokura.html' title='puffffff  lokura'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oMNc_Vcxrk0/Tid5f5fOIDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/0UCePjnaH24/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-2822943140927351852</id><published>2011-07-13T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:44:57.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lujurias y Demonios</title><summary type='text'>Y ahora quiero decirte
 que me quiebro ante ti.
Porque quiero besarte.
Arriesgarme en tu cuerpo y ...


Besarte sin tapujos.... Dibujar en tu pecho el destino de ambos
Columnas de deseos y enigmas para descifrar entre suspiros.
Navegar y anclar...
Que las olas me envuelvan entre tus latidos y tu respiración.
Perderme sin rencores y así verte.
Verte dulce y malo.
Eufórico en mi ser y sospechoso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/2822943140927351852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=2822943140927351852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2822943140927351852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2822943140927351852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/lujurias-y-demonios.html' title='Lujurias y Demonios'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfv82Img5AA/Th5XCGEWFvI/AAAAAAAAANI/2UdlfUHJ0VE/s72-c/135250_net_caricias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-85226082884823817</id><published>2011-07-05T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:44:22.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 corazón</title><summary type='text'>



Un castillo de ilusionesal verte yo construípara nombrarte mi Reinay que tú ... vivas en mí.

un poema x medio chocolate...rico chocolate....lastima q el poema lo lee mi alma.Para mi alma.Aunque (...)sería increible.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/85226082884823817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=85226082884823817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/85226082884823817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/85226082884823817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/12-corazon.html' title='1/2 corazón'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7172677595283000713</id><published>2011-07-02T23:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:50:19.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olleros</title><summary type='text'>Mi abuela decía que sus momentos más felices fueron cuando apenas tenia para el arroz y se sentaba en el piso,pero estaba junto a sus hijos.Juntos,en familia y el resto era insignificante...


No suelo ser una mala mina.
Y dicen los que saben ,que ante el dolor es mejor el silencio.
No accionar,porque el alma dolorida suele ser peligrosa.
Pero tengo dolor.
Una angustia que hoy se convirtió en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7172677595283000713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7172677595283000713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7172677595283000713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7172677595283000713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/olleros.html' title='Olleros'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SULOP8iT-iw/Tg_VSbZIZhI/AAAAAAAAANA/B9wm4DpYXPI/s72-c/02-07-11_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6770981013317696820</id><published>2011-07-02T21:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:03:57.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Donde sea,un padre es un padre.un hijo ,siempre será TU HIJO</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es un día donde las fuerzas se hacen cómplices para esconderse en los lugares más luminosos.Y yo que estoy acostumbrada a disfrutar en la oscuridad,me pierdo.Me pierdo sin sentido.
Hay amores inquebrantables.Porque se construyen a base del deseo,de la solidaridad y de años de lucha.
Cuando un padre pierde a un hijo , la vida no es la misma.Se borran las huellas del pasado y el camino es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6770981013317696820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6770981013317696820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6770981013317696820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6770981013317696820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/07/donde-seaun-padre-es-un-padreun-hijo.html' title='Donde sea,un padre es un padre.un hijo ,siempre será TU HIJO'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1MAayc8NNSc/Tg-9Yl_b8dI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Jsr8k6Kcfmo/s72-c/P040511_12.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-551936809671716781</id><published>2011-06-19T12:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:41:40.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EXTRAÑARTE SIEMPRE, OLVIDARTE JAMÁS ....</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/551936809671716781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=551936809671716781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/551936809671716781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/551936809671716781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/06/extranarte-siempre-olvidarte-jamas.html' title='EXTRAÑARTE SIEMPRE, OLVIDARTE JAMÁS ....'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPb3cTC5aZM/Tf4YldqxRhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-yzZbS7B40/s72-c/Hasta+siempre+palermo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1780698887699180013</id><published>2011-06-12T23:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:34:08.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HASTA LUEGO... MARTIN PALERMO</title><summary type='text'>Tengo 21 años... desde los 7 q grito tus goles.En un mundo donde el futbol se cuenta por millones de euros ganados en titulos.Por fichajes extremos,por balones de oro,vos me enseñaste a valorar el futbol por la pasion.Por el sacrificio.Por la lealtad a tus hinchas.Me hiciste comprender q aún en el peor momento de tu vida,este era tu sueño.Este era tu juego.Quedaste en la historia del futbol </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1780698887699180013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1780698887699180013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1780698887699180013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1780698887699180013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/06/hasta-luego-martin-palermo.html' title='HASTA LUEGO... MARTIN PALERMO'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePtU-dyKO98/TfV2mW5FaCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kD_rUd_mqzQ/s72-c/martin_palermo_goal_in_the_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1516759452582037754</id><published>2011-06-10T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T18:58:56.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo no sé quien fue mi abuelo; me importa mucho más saber quien será su nieto.
                                                                                                  Abraham Lincoln
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1516759452582037754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1516759452582037754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1516759452582037754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1516759452582037754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/06/yo-no-se-quien-fue-mi-abuelo-me-importa.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkwGWvbejO4/TfKTjL4AmUI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CEmCR8Tk1BM/s72-c/n1032212545_30273998_2954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6746951486152744039</id><published>2011-05-11T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:48:03.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REDEMPTION SONG Bob Marley 1945-1981</title><summary type='text'>"SONGS OF FREEDOM".es muy fácil vivir en la vida cuestionandolo todo,imponiendo alternativas de luchas,creer en que se puede promulgar la paz y la igualdad.Porque las palabras son palabras en un mundo arbitrario y efímero.Nos imponemos momentos, segundos y dias.Pero muy pocas personas logran mantenerse en pie cuando la muerte los llama.Cuando tienes alternativas para vivir,muchos de nosotros </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6746951486152744039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6746951486152744039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6746951486152744039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6746951486152744039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/05/redemption-song-bob-marley-1945-1981.html' title='REDEMPTION SONG Bob Marley 1945-1981'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-2292903295570227181</id><published>2011-05-04T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T01:04:30.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un 3 de Mayo se me fue el aliento.Senti que una puerta se abria y con ella la vida cambiaria por siempre.</title><summary type='text'>ABUELA

Un 3 de Mayo de hace 2 años sentí una paz mezclada con angustia.Un ángel abrió sus alas,alas bellas como las de un águila en pleno vuelo.Me miró fijo,custodiandome por última vez,retandome por mis caprichos.Caprichos de una niña por crecer.Quise tirar una blasfemia al universo,pero ese universo tenía dueña.Era ella.Simple mortal que se convirtió en mi ángel.Conservando mis temores y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/2292903295570227181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=2292903295570227181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2292903295570227181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2292903295570227181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-3-de-mayo-se-me-fue-el-alientosenti.html' title='Un 3 de Mayo se me fue el aliento.Senti que una puerta se abria y con ella la vida cambiaria por siempre.'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7686710775734177820</id><published>2011-05-03T22:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:06:53.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bostera y Merengue por Elección y  HONOR ...</title><summary type='text'>En el fútbol se puede esperar de todo pero la vergüenza con que nos miden es indiscutible.Cabronada de por vida.Nos han robado.El mundo lo vió y aún así tratan de ocultarlo bajo la alfombra.No hace falta que salgan a defender lo indefendible.....
Por fin el capitán reaccionó....


NO TIENEN CARA




Iker: “No nos vamos a quejar más porque cualquier cosa que digamos puede ser utilizada en nuestra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7686710775734177820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7686710775734177820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7686710775734177820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7686710775734177820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/05/bostera-y-merengue-por-eleccion-y-honor.html' title='Bostera y Merengue por Elección y  HONOR ...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C07O-fWdcUM/TcCtQHCM8HI/AAAAAAAAALk/HJjnsukqHVA/s72-c/290474762.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4689166187828351698</id><published>2011-04-30T00:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:33:46.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>29 de abril,día del animal.Fotos del antes y despues de un abandono</title><summary type='text'>Ayer fue  el día del animal,pero en verdad no hay un día en particular para decir y sentir lo que uno quiere...
 No hacen faltan palabras significativas para expresar el amor fiel y agradecido....

Nicolina fue abandonada en Mayo del 2007 ... mis vecinos le pegaban... como si solo fuera un trapo sucio q ya no sirve para limpiar el polvo...
Llegó enferma ,deshidratada y con una grave infección en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/4689166187828351698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=4689166187828351698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4689166187828351698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4689166187828351698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/04/29-de-abril-dia-del-animal.html' title='29 de abril,día del animal.Fotos del antes y despues de un abandono'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRdlnz6P7HA/Tbt5MVsVD3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/19CNUTZzWVo/s72-c/abandono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5477406949252328342</id><published>2011-03-13T22:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:24:32.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo ganas de enamorarme.AL LÍMITE</title><summary type='text'>Necesito conocerte........¿Sabes lo que significa conocer?¿Sabes de lo que sería capaz para hacer que me desees?
Cada segundo me pregunto qué serás en mi vida...
Me pregunto cuando podré arriesgarme.
ay!!!........necesito tu abrigo.
Sola ,maldita bufona de mi propio cuento.
Quiero conocer tus labios.
Reírme en tus brazos.
Minutos eternos y almohadas mojadas.
Quiero besarte y no puedo.........
 ¿</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5477406949252328342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5477406949252328342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5477406949252328342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5477406949252328342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/03/al-limite-de-perderlo-todo.html' title='Tengo ganas de enamorarme.AL LÍMITE'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6235857356519823298</id><published>2011-03-13T21:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:56:58.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tantas almohadas conocí"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6235857356519823298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6235857356519823298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6235857356519823298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6235857356519823298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/03/tantas-almohadas-conoci.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5358496939361435375</id><published>2011-03-05T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:08:43.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay que comer postre de cianuro con vino Malbec ...  SELF INJURY /A.L</title><summary type='text'>



Querido diario:
                      Quiero evitar el dolor.Quiero evitar sentirme fracasada pero es imposible.Sigo cosechando los mismos frutos podridos,en la misma tierra que me vio nacer.La misma sangre derramada hoy se vuelve una catarata de vino malbec en una fuente vieja.
Quiero pedir disculpas por los malos tragos.Amargos.Vino ácido.Sangre impura.
Mal concebida.
Mal nacida.
That´s all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5358496939361435375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5358496939361435375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5358496939361435375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5358496939361435375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/03/hay-que-comer-postre-de-cianuro-con.html' title='Hay que comer postre de cianuro con vino Malbec ...  SELF INJURY /A.L'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6451444958581658686</id><published>2011-03-01T18:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:03:38.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día para salir adelante....</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es un día especial,para aquellos q luchamos día a día con este demonio,es un momento de reflexion.Creer q se puede salir.Podemos construir una nueva vida.12 años después puedo decir q soy conciente q NO ESTOY SOLA.1ro de Marzo,día internacional de la concientizacion sobre la lucha de la autolesion.Alzo mi copa x aquellos q ya no estan,x aquellos q la estamos luchando y x los q necesitan abrir</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6451444958581658686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6451444958581658686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6451444958581658686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6451444958581658686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-dia-para-salir-adelante.html' title='Un día para salir adelante....'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5700702036970464341</id><published>2011-02-22T23:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:56:08.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>‎#Happy32ndBirthday al ser más rebelde,extrovertido,insolente e inolvidable... #BartSimpson</title><summary type='text'>#Mentiras que dicen tus padres:
   "lo hago todo por tu propio bien""si bizqueas,se te quedarán los ojos así""cuando tenía tu edad,andaba diez kilómetros para ir a la escuela""si me lo cuentas te prometo que no me enfadaré""si haces chasquear los nudillos,tendrás artritis""algún día me lo agradecerás""lo entenderás cuando seas mayor""te arrepentirás"

(y esto va para mis amigos) Si en vida fueras</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5700702036970464341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5700702036970464341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5700702036970464341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5700702036970464341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='‎#Happy32ndBirthday al ser más rebelde,extrovertido,insolente e inolvidable... #BartSimpson'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvvXCyFRCbQ/TWSCx46EF-I/AAAAAAAAALM/8d80QtLjeEk/s72-c/Bart-Simpson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5687142117136789059</id><published>2011-02-20T15:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:03:09.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento animal</title><summary type='text'>Ayer soñé que tenía una pesadilla.En ella moría Nestorcito.
Luego desperté y en un suspiro relajante,me di cuenta que no era una pesadilla.Era realidad.

....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5687142117136789059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5687142117136789059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5687142117136789059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5687142117136789059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/02/pensamiento-animal.html' title='Pensamiento animal'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-9173454836799456204</id><published>2011-02-03T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:45:01.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><summary type='text'>



-¿Por qué se trataban de usted?
-Porque para mí la forma de la intimidad es el usted.Un día me dijo:"Bueno,está bien.Si usted quiere que nos tratemos como las viejas parejas criollas,nos tratamos.Pero si me dice de usted,yo no le puedo decir de vos,porque sería como ponerla en un nivel   más bajo".



*Entrevista a María Kodama,esposa de Jorge Luis Borges.Derechos reservados de autor: Renee </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/9173454836799456204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=9173454836799456204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9173454836799456204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9173454836799456204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/02/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TUs9dvhfmyI/AAAAAAAAALA/aoX_5N1DQqI/s72-c/BORGES-INTERIOR-OK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4004062796629763704</id><published>2011-01-26T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:33:50.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin Sapp - The Best In Me</title><summary type='text'>Eres lo mejor que me pasó en la vida.................</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/4004062796629763704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=4004062796629763704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4004062796629763704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4004062796629763704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/01/marvin-sapp-best-in-me.html' title='Marvin Sapp - The Best In Me'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mV6LsR2jCjs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4637581008165376090</id><published>2011-01-26T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:25:20.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>David Guetta(With Me) One More Love Album Megamix</title><summary type='text'>Admiro a esos seres que se involucran con sus problemas a tal punto que batallan para ganarles día a día.Admiración....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/4637581008165376090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=4637581008165376090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4637581008165376090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4637581008165376090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/01/david-guettawith-me-one-more-love-album.html' title='David Guetta(With Me) One More Love Album Megamix'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MyNSx7TXVqE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1470233499848958411</id><published>2011-01-10T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:50:45.809-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Elena Walsh</title><summary type='text'>Sentir q se te va un pedazo de infancia.Las palabras + crueles se convierten en nubes a quienes con dulzura y perseverancia las identificamos con figuras familiares.Hoy quiero dibujar una lágrima en el mundo del revés.Quiero buscar a Manuelita y pedirle q me abrace.Hoy perdí un trocito del alma.Parte de mi libertad











María Elena Walsh fue una mujer q trató como pocos, a los niños como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1470233499848958411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1470233499848958411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1470233499848958411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1470233499848958411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/01/maria-elena-walsh.html' title='Maria Elena Walsh'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6399721173708349086</id><published>2011-01-04T23:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:57:23.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Siempre,Sandro...19/09/1945 -04/01/2010 TU NENA</title><summary type='text'>No quiero que me llorencuando me vaya a la eternidad,quiero que me recuerdencomo a la misma felicidad;pues yo estaré en el aire,entre las piedras y el palmar;estaré entre la arenay sobre el viento que agita el mar.

Una muchacha y una guitarra
Una muchacha y una guitarra
para poder cantar
esas son cosas que en esta vida
nunca me han de faltar.

Siempre cantando
siempre bailando yo quisiera morir,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6399721173708349086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6399721173708349086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6399721173708349086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6399721173708349086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-siempresandro19091945-04012010-tu.html' title='Por Siempre,Sandro...19/09/1945 -04/01/2010 TU NENA'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TSPc51ob-fI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tRYBXz1VClY/s72-c/Sandro%252B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1555499122562479987</id><published>2010-12-24T23:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:12:59.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No cometas el mismo error ...</title><summary type='text'>x q adoptar amor cuando apenas sabes lo q significa.Para que finjir felicidad...para que buscar la paz...si en realidad solo buscas lastimar.No quiero que pidas perdon,quiero que te pidas perdon.Que comprendas que tu corazon está lleno de dolor y que impides la felicidad ajena.No dejas soñar,ni volar.
Sepultureros de esperanza.....
Ladrones de tumbas.
Vendedores de soledades..


A.N.G.O.C.S_AX.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1555499122562479987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1555499122562479987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1555499122562479987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1555499122562479987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-cometas-el-mismo-error.html' title='No cometas el mismo error ...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6793642361965711385</id><published>2010-12-13T01:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:30:58.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frente al mar</title><summary type='text'>

Música:  Mariano Mores Letra: Rodolfo Taboada Frente al mar, frente  a Dios empapada de noche y de pena mi voz se estremece en el  último adiós... Frente al mar, frente a Dios, yo te ruego  que, al menos, me digas por qué me castigas... Frente a Dios, frente  al mar, yo pregunto si acaso el delito fue dar, siempre dar,  sin pedir más que amar... Ya no sé, qué pasó, yo no sé por  qué fue que la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6793642361965711385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6793642361965711385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6793642361965711385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6793642361965711385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/12/frente-al-mar.html' title='Frente al mar'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-698104211107287561</id><published>2010-12-01T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:51:43.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA MUNDIAL DEL SIDA.WORLD AIDS DAY</title><summary type='text'>Comprender una  realidad q nos atañe a todos.en el ultimo año,1/2 millon de bebes  nacieron con SIDA.33 millones de personas tienen SIDA,22 millones de ellas viven  en Africa.Desde nuestras casas debemos charlar,informar,informarnos. No tener miedo.tener  responsabilidad.Si tienes sexo,cuidate.Usa condon!!.No sea un boludo,creyendote invensible.Si sos adicto,pide ayuda,y nunca  compartas una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/698104211107287561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=698104211107287561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/698104211107287561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/698104211107287561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-mundial-del-sidaworld-aids-day.html' title='DIA MUNDIAL DEL SIDA.WORLD AIDS DAY'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TPcIItrQzLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jmyjZCwHgo8/s72-c/2015_AFGLockup_Marion_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6778683615032439758</id><published>2010-11-21T18:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:34:24.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FE</title><summary type='text'>La Esperanza es la  mejor arma ante el dolor y la desesperación.Rezo con todo mi corazón x  los 29 MINEROS DE NUEVA ZELANDA atrapados en una mina de carbón.A la  espera desde el jueves de poder ser rescatados x 30 valientes  hombres.Que el milagro se haga realidad.Si Dios existe,ahí está el nuevo  desafío ante la adversidad.Hombres cuyas edades oscilan entre los 17 y  62 años,q tienen una vida x </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6778683615032439758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6778683615032439758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6778683615032439758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6778683615032439758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/11/fe.html' title='FE'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1630605991028202083</id><published>2010-11-20T23:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:14:59.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Universal del Niño *20 de Noviembre.</title><summary type='text'>http://www.un.org/es/events/childrenday/﻿

http://www2.ohchr.org/spanish/law/crc.htm

"DÍA UNIVERSAL DEL NIÑO" 20 DE NOVIEMBRE.si no  quieres escuchar toda la canción,tan solo te pido que LEAS el final.No  ignores tu realidad.No permitas ningun tipo de discriminación en tu  presencia.Lucha contra la injusticia con tus palabras.No calles un  delito.No te hagas complice de la explotación </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www2.ohchr.org/spanish/law/crc.htm' title='Dia Universal del Niño *20 de Noviembre.'/><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www2.ohchr.org/spanish/law/crc.htm' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1630605991028202083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1630605991028202083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1630605991028202083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1630605991028202083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/11/dia-internacional-de-la-convencion.html' title='Dia Universal del Niño *20 de Noviembre.'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TOiKLidMhvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8Jam85avzgA/s72-c/madre-teresa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-925090125676493305</id><published>2010-10-17T23:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:04:16.512-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi vieja... pappo</title><summary type='text'>
 *EN ESTE DÍA,ESPEREMOS QUE ESTE PUEBLO,ESTA POLÍTICA, ESTOS PERSONAJES,RECUERDEN CUANTAS MADRES DIERON SU TIEMPO,SU ESPALDA,SUS PIERNAS Y SUS ESPERANZAS POR ESTE PAÍS.TENGO FE QUE RECORDARÁN TODO LO QUE NOS HAN DADO Y SE LO DEVOLVERÁN .DEBEMOS HONRAR A NUESTROS ABUELOS Y ABUELAS.A ESAS MADRES.UNICAS.INOLVIDABLES.
POR TODAS LAS MAMÁS DEL CORAZÓN.GRACIAS.GRACIAS.






Mi mama todas las mañanas
 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/925090125676493305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=925090125676493305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/925090125676493305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/925090125676493305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-vieja-pappo.html' title='Mi vieja... pappo'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-3088463318506658501</id><published>2010-10-17T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:15:48.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A todas las viejas</title><summary type='text'>Me duele la cabeza.No siento las piernas.Incluso pienso  en irme lejos.No entiendo las palabras hirientes que se dirigen a  mi persona.Extraño las sonrisas.Pero vos estás ahí.Cuando  era chica,el día de la madre ,era un día puramente comercial.Era  hasta insulso,mediocre.Cuando uno va madurando,creciendo con los  golpes de la vida,cuando se observa la vida de un modo más  complejo.Con las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3088463318506658501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8678369133297563249</id><published>2010-10-12T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:54:41.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1492.</title><summary type='text'>No nos olvidemos q usurparon nuestras  tierras,violaron a nuestras mujeres,esclavizaron a nuestros  hombres.Colonizaron nuestras tierras,explotaron nuestros  minerales.Nos impusieron cultura,idioma y fe.Nos arrancaron nuestra  identidad,pero nunca podrán separarnos.Latinoamericanos,defendemos  nuestra dignidad.No aceptamos monarquias,aunque solo sean  ficticias.Reinvindicamos a nuestros pueblos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8678369133297563249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8678369133297563249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8678369133297563249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8678369133297563249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/10/1492.html' title='1492.'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6641905199509150581</id><published>2010-10-09T22:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:01:06.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE PEACE OF CHANGE</title><summary type='text'>JOHN LENNON(70 ANIVERSARIO) DALE UNA OPORTUNIDAD  A LA PAZ"Vivimos en un mundo donde nos escondemos para hacer el  amor,pero la violencia es practicada a plena luz del día"
Everybody's  talking about revolution  Evolution, The Everly Brothers,  masticationEuston Station, fladulation, flatulation Regulations,  integration,mediation United Nations, congratulations.All we are  saying,Is give peace a</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-NRriHlLUk' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6641905199509150581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6641905199509150581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6641905199509150581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6641905199509150581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-peace-of-change.html' title='GIVE PEACE OF CHANGE'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1642081086553526082</id><published>2010-10-06T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:44:46.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Para que necesito pies si tengo alas para volar" Frida Kahlo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1642081086553526082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1642081086553526082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1642081086553526082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1642081086553526082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-que-necesito-pies-si-tengo-alas.html' title='&quot;Para que necesito pies si tengo alas para volar&quot; Frida Kahlo'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TKvwKfPU78I/AAAAAAAAAKM/SlIyelWHwDQ/s72-c/frida-kahlo-autorretrato1947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5881258309650666053</id><published>2010-09-28T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:26:52.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TE ESPERO</title><summary type='text'>http://www.sofiaherrera.com.ar/
‎28-09-08/28-09-10  begin_of_the_skype_highlighting28.09.08 / 28.09.10 end_of_the_skype_highlig(desaparecida)SOFÍA  HERRERA:
                                                                       Quiero saber donde estas.Estoy gritando por tu presencia.Porque  sos un bebe,sos una niña que debe estar con sus seres amados.Porque NO  HAY EXCUSAS,NO HAY JUSTIFICACIONES</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sofiaherrera.com.ar/' title='TE ESPERO'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5881258309650666053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5881258309650666053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5881258309650666053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5881258309650666053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-espero.html' title='TE ESPERO'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TKKVtmeLyKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YI0XyXYZg1o/s72-c/tw.sofia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7618014545491635285</id><published>2010-09-25T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T13:55:18.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Más sobre mí...</title><summary type='text'>Soy freaky. Soy PÉSIMA en cuestiones del amor. En 20 años,me enamoré 3 veces.3 amores inolvidablemente inalcansables. Me gustan las aventuras. Suelo ser cobarde para decir TE AMO.Suelo ser valiente para chamuyar. Dejo ir a los que he amado. Amo la intelectualidad,mezclada con deporte. Soy una Bart con la pasión crítica de Lisa,y el ímpetu por el silencio  como Maguie. Apasionada del futbol,amante</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7618014545491635285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7618014545491635285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7618014545491635285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7618014545491635285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/09/mas-sobre-mi.html' title='Más sobre mí...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6092877887070499636</id><published>2010-09-12T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:56:57.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras más ,palabras menos... ANDRÉS</title><summary type='text'>Las noches siempre pesan,muchas veces uno trata de aguantar la ansiedad,pero cómo hacerlo cuando no se tiene en que pensar.
Cuando a la vida de alguien llega un amigo,el cuerpo te grita que quiere correr.Quiere atreverse a saltar por esos horizontes,atravezar los muros de los prejuicios e ir en busca de ese remedio maravilloso.El espíritu se convierte en indomable,pues un amigo te incita a querer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6092877887070499636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6092877887070499636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6092877887070499636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6092877887070499636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/09/palabras-mas-palabras-menos-andres.html' title='Palabras más ,palabras menos... ANDRÉS'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7881140382359482552</id><published>2010-09-08T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:52:30.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SERA</title><summary type='text'>
Volver a empezar.Volver a sentir esto que siento.Volver a intentar luchar contra el viento,sin saber que es una lucha perdida.Volver a creer  que valgo más y eso es de admirar.Que puedo cautivar,que puedo eclipsar a quien se enfrenta a mi vida.No sé hasta dónde llegaré.Sé que no quiero perder,pero también comprendo que es demaciado para mí.Tan solo una palabra,una sonrisa apagada.Un gesto  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7881140382359482552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7881140382359482552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7881140382359482552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7881140382359482552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/09/sera.html' title='SERA'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-948089076508894927</id><published>2010-08-21T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:32:53.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UN MILAGRO</title><summary type='text'>                      AYUDEMOS A DIFUNDIR!!!Muchas marchas de  discriminación,pero para concientizar a la gente sobre la DONACIÓN DE  ÓRGANOS,nadie da la cara ni su "FE".¿o es que en estos 88 días de espera  que tiene Milagros ,nadie ha muerto?SER DONANTE DE ÓRGANOS ,ES  PROLONGAR LA ESPERANZA MÁS ALLA DE NOSOTROS MISMOS.DONAR ES DAR  VIDA...ES DAR UNA NUEVA OPORTUNIDAD... Imagen proveniente de </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.incucai.gov.ar/home.do' title='UN MILAGRO'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/948089076508894927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=948089076508894927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/948089076508894927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/948089076508894927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/08/un-milagro.html' title='UN MILAGRO'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TG9IOhVvcHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/R_bFwOtRIMU/s72-c/incucai01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7057374332152944653</id><published>2010-08-01T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:32:17.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un amor que no fue...15 años despues....</title><summary type='text'>Hoy Lisa se hubiera casado..claro está que todos vimos que esa boda no fue llevada a cabo porque él supuesto príncipe azul avergonzado por su amor y por la familia de la novia no quiere perder sus aires de caballero  inglés... Lisa no pierde la compostura ,ni la dignidad y prefiere irse con la parejita de chanchitos a otro lado.Porque no va a rescindir el amor de sus padres por una persona que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7057374332152944653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7057374332152944653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7057374332152944653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7057374332152944653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/08/un-amor-que-no-fue15-anos-despues.html' title='Un amor que no fue...15 años despues....'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TFYsr_9yYxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nwy-CbLlR1k/s72-c/tumblr_l6g8i5OV7d1qz4mnko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-2729804433404241746</id><published>2010-07-31T00:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:51:26.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canción de un Brasilero para  Riquelme</title><summary type='text'>Música de Wesley NevesCantante: Fabio NevesGuitarra:GuilhermeProductor Musica: Paulo AndréTraductor de la letra: Adrian Sesia</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/2729804433404241746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=2729804433404241746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2729804433404241746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/2729804433404241746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/cancion-de-un-brasilero-para-riquelme.html' title='Canción de un Brasilero para  Riquelme'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8532366023602007592</id><published>2010-07-28T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:09:46.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué hay de nuevo viejo? 27.07.1940...70 años</title><summary type='text'>

No importa cuan grave sea la situación que estés pasando...búrlate de ella...conquista el dolor y trasmite calidez...Si te miran como un loco ,¿qué es lo peor que puede pasar?¿qué te ignoren?tranquilo ,son ellos los que pierden...



Vos,seguís vivo...

y como dijo un conocido... "THAT´S ALL FOLKS"
 _A.N.G.O.C.S_AX

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8532366023602007592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8532366023602007592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8532366023602007592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8532366023602007592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/que-hay-de-nuevo-viejo-1940-2010.html' title='¿Qué hay de nuevo viejo? 27.07.1940...70 años'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/TE-esMrIM7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/68cvEcXJnxU/s72-c/bugs_bunny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8336364162671761279</id><published>2010-07-21T23:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:13:30.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7 toneladas de dolor</title><summary type='text'>Te estrecho un abrazo desde la distancia para que sepas que te sigo amando.Te pido que me escuches,porque los años pasan pero sigo acá.Quiero darte un beso,beso molesto ,engorroso,pero beso al fin.Te extraño,y no puedo ocultarlo
 Quiero pedirte perdón,porque no soporto la idea de la culpa,sentir que no pude retenerte.No se pudo hacer nada porque dejamos que bajaras los brazos...Mi Buenos Aires </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8336364162671761279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8336364162671761279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8336364162671761279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8336364162671761279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-toneladas-de-dolor.html' title='7 toneladas de dolor'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-3049064420426053668</id><published>2010-07-21T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:17:12.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicen por ahí...</title><summary type='text'>que hace un par de años en Inglaterra....llovieron sapos desde el cielo......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3049064420426053668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3049064420426053668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3049064420426053668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3049064420426053668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/dicen-por-ahi.html' title='Dicen por ahí...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-3502257430183719879</id><published>2010-07-20T23:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:14:33.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxígeno</title><summary type='text'>
Un soplo de aliento entre las madrugadas,cuando todo está en silencio.La calma se apodera de las personas que no encuentran soluciones durante el día.Es allí,en la soledad más plena;en los altibajos más profundos que uno se pierde sin rumbo.Solo basta una palabra indecente,para sentirte desvalido.Un soplo de aliento se percibe en la mejilla,un cariñoso circulo vicioso de bondades.Entre gestos y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3502257430183719879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3502257430183719879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3502257430183719879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3502257430183719879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/oxigeno.html' title='Oxígeno'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-9216477117255641169</id><published>2010-07-20T01:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:01:14.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DON`T CARE" Feliz cumple...</title><summary type='text'>

Te amo mucho!!!sos el q me banca,el q esta  ahí cuando tropiezo ante las  tormentas de la vida.el q me da una  cachetada ética cuando me  equivoco...el que se precipita conmigo al  abismo para luego  rescatarme.El que no teme decir lo que siente si sabe  q con eso,yo voy a  recapacitar.Sos el amigo que te mantiene en órbita  aunque tu rotación  es irregular.Aunque me tumbe ante el dolor,estas  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/9216477117255641169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=9216477117255641169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9216477117255641169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9216477117255641169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-care-feliz-cumple_20.html' title='&quot;I DON`T CARE&quot; Feliz cumple...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5713837137695002375</id><published>2010-07-14T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:36:01.114-03:00</updated><title type='text'>JUANES - ES TIEMPO DE CAMBIAR - IT'S TIME TO CHANGE - volvoreta40</title><summary type='text'>                ‎"es tiempo que la Argentina cambie"."Algunas  personas oyen su voz interior y viven solo de lo q escuchan.Esas  personas se vuelven locas o se convierten en leyendas"Hoy hagamos  historia.(X.M.I&amp;A)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5713837137695002375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5713837137695002375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5713837137695002375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5713837137695002375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/juanes-es-tiempo-de-cambiar-its-time-to.html' title='JUANES - ES TIEMPO DE CAMBIAR - IT&apos;S TIME TO CHANGE - volvoreta40'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1682033023084694936</id><published>2010-07-05T23:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:48:28.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Enamoramiento""Amor platónico""Sin límites artificiales""Juego de la vida""Timidez""Tiempo"¿Qué se puede contruir con todo esto?¿Qué se puede decir?¿Responde alguna pregunta anónima?¿Quita algún dolor?A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1682033023084694936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1682033023084694936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1682033023084694936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1682033023084694936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/07/enamoramiento-amor-platonico-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6440633710614823907</id><published>2010-05-25T21:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:53:11.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxis Vacíos</title><summary type='text'>Llevabas el tango en tu sangre,Gardel era tu voz,y el taxi tu mejor amigo en los tiempos de angustia.Tristemente amabas a tu noche porteña,sucumbías a sus encantos..te deleitabas con las mujeres a tus pies...brillabas al compás del 2x4 mostrándole a tu gente que era más q una pasión.Era tu vida.Hoy ,al ver esos taxis,recuerdo que en esta noche ,hay uno vacío...recuerdo el dia en que Buenos Aires </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6440633710614823907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6440633710614823907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6440633710614823907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6440633710614823907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/05/taxis-vacios.html' title='Taxis Vacíos'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1128055253747306194</id><published>2010-05-13T16:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:44:56.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niños sin identidad</title><summary type='text'>                                                                                                                                                                           González  Catán,13 de Mayo del 2010     Tengo 20 años y durante mucho tiempo, firmemente me he aferrado a  convicciones eclesiásticas, ya  sea siendo católica, como luego  uniéndome al estilo de vida evangélico. Desde que uno es</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1128055253747306194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1128055253747306194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1128055253747306194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1128055253747306194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/05/ninos-sin-identidad.html' title='Niños sin identidad'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5480806638798878638</id><published>2010-05-12T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:50:46.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Madre Teresa de Calcuta 1910-1997</title><summary type='text'>"Cuando alguien muere, podemos tener la certeza de que ha vuelto a su  hogar, al lado de Dios. Ese también será nuestro lugar, al que tendremos  que regresar un día...Todas las almas son valiosas a los ojos de  Jesucristo, que pagó por su redención con su propia sangre...En el  momento de la muerte, no se nos juzgará por la cantidad de trabajo que  hayamos hecho, sino por el peso de amor que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5480806638798878638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5480806638798878638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5480806638798878638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5480806638798878638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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grito...02/07/1921-03/05/09'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8681352087267987344</id><published>2010-04-21T21:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:17:13.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voces...</title><summary type='text'>   En verdad no puedo más.Grité tanto que mi garganta perdió su utilidad ...Y  yo perdí las fuerzas para el enfrentamiento.Quise explotar...y lo hice.No pude más.No intenté modificar la situación,fue una catarata de dolor,angustia mezclada con asombro.No poder comprender la situación que se estaba manifestando.No poder comprender cómo se defiende lo indefendible.Y dolió,dolió tanto...que sentí </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8681352087267987344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=8681352087267987344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8681352087267987344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/8681352087267987344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/04/voces.html' title='Voces...'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4864738721916264888</id><published>2010-04-04T20:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:19:37.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A DREAM_Martin Luther King</title><summary type='text'> Estoy feliz de unirme a ustedes hoy en lo que quedará en la historia  como la mayor demostración por la libertad en la historia de nuestra  nación.  Hace años, un gran americano, bajo cuya sombra simbólica nos paramos,  firmó la Proclama de Emancipación. Este importante decreto se convirtió  en un gran faro de esperanza para millones de esclavos negros que fueron  cocinados en las llamas de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/4864738721916264888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=4864738721916264888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4864738721916264888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4864738721916264888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-dreammartin-luther-king.html' title='I HAVE A DREAM_Martin Luther King'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/S7keBU5xfII/AAAAAAAAAJM/d_QUE2RlPzU/s72-c/martin_luther_king+m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7470485774624074502</id><published>2010-03-16T21:54:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:01:50.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiar</title><summary type='text'>*N.D.A ¿Habrá  algo más complicado que expresar pensamientos  ,sentimientos,opiniones tan diversas e infinitas;que trascienden lo humano,pero lo humano es lo único que puede llegar a describirlo?Tan solo  tenemos  palabras,conjunción de letras;más o menos armoniosas que a pesar de no  poseer una melodía nos hacen sentir,oír los sonidos más misteriosos y  locamente inexplicables...¿Fue  buena idea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7470485774624074502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7470485774624074502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7470485774624074502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7470485774624074502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/03/confiar.html' title='Confiar'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1272776608909663045</id><published>2010-03-10T19:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:46:32.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Siente</title><summary type='text'>Y no me rendiré...Buscaré todo lo que necesito.Tu no eres mi ancla..no lo permitiré.Te digo adios para hacerte ver que solo eras un pedazo de papel de un mapa que no necesito perseguir.Cautivando mis dedos, persiguiendo mi piel.veo el sol ,como calienta el mar.No está tan lejos...A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1272776608909663045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=1272776608909663045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1272776608909663045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/1272776608909663045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/03/siente.html' title='Siente'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-3518262201284937904</id><published>2010-03-10T19:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:43:11.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible</title><summary type='text'>Los mejores momentos de la infancia...los mejores momentos de la adolescencia...eras mi amigo , acompañandome cuando caía por meterme en los lugares más venenosos de los senderos.Eras un relámpago ,cómo brillabas sin pedir permiso.Eras mi amigo.Sinceramente era feliz, no dude en encontrar en ti lo que no veía en los demás.Y cada vez que me preguntan donde estas...yo les digo que solo eras mi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3518262201284937904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3518262201284937904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3518262201284937904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3518262201284937904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/03/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-709356029529770616</id><published>2010-03-10T19:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:34:28.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrar algo</title><summary type='text'>Muchas veces estuve sola y no pude ver....No se como levantarme sin un poco de amor..de a dos quizás todo sería más fácil.Mi pecho se pierde en la oscuridad del amor imposible en el cielo que no puedo ver.,.Y ahora me siento tan débil, inocente...Deje todo...no me atreví por creer que eras tu el correcto..Dejé todo..valió la pena?ya no se si es verdad o es mentira.Pero no tengo miedo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/709356029529770616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=709356029529770616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/709356029529770616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/709356029529770616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/03/encontrar-algo.html' title='Encontrar algo'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-7086628602293666353</id><published>2010-03-03T21:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:40:35.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿algun día lo haré?</title><summary type='text'>Tengo ganas de matar.de dejar de hacer ,de existir .tengo ganas de mostrarles mi dolor,mi angustia ,mi desesperacion.tengo ganas de sangrar por mis ojos a cada instante que veo en sus pieles las distintas sensaciones de repulsión hacia mí.tengo ganas de escupir al cielo sin que caiga en mi mente la sensación de haber perdido.tengo ganas de volcar en su cuerpo la locura no diagnosticada.los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/7086628602293666353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=7086628602293666353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7086628602293666353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/7086628602293666353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/03/algun-dia-lo-hare.html' title='¿algun día lo haré?'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-6081342358436568800</id><published>2010-02-03T00:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:10:10.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El pajaro de la libertad</title><summary type='text'>   Mas que sexo,droga y violencia,los jovenes deberian saber ,casi como una obligación ética y moral,quien es Nelson Mandela,su lucha,su perseverancia,su espíritu conmovedor,su fortaleza para creer en la Paz y por sobre todas las cosas el camino que abrió para el pueblo africano.Sacando de las sombras a la raza negra, mostrándonos a todos los blancos, que por color no se rige el valor humano, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/6081342358436568800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=6081342358436568800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6081342358436568800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/6081342358436568800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-pajaro-de-la-libertad.html' title='El pajaro de la libertad'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-4845316025595781147</id><published>2010-02-03T00:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:02:23.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rezá por Haití</title><summary type='text'>sacate el polvo de indiferencia.No es facil pero se puede alzar la voz por la Paz..si ves injusticia en las calles por donde caminás no sigas caminando,enfrenta al monstruo .simple, con amor y fortaleza..si te escupe, secate,si te pega en el brazo,pone el pecho.Lo maximo q puedo perder es mi vida...Lo maximo q puedo ganar es mi DIGNIDADA.N.G.O.C.S_AX</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/4845316025595781147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=4845316025595781147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4845316025595781147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/4845316025595781147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/02/reza-por-haiti.html' title='Rezá por Haití'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-8386419335107917669</id><published>2010-02-02T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:59:50.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*Día para no olvidar*</title><summary type='text'>2 de Febrero.20 años del discurso más importante de la historia mundial donde se proclamaba la inmediata liberacion de Nelson Mandela luego de 27 años de prisión simplemente por ser negro.El Apartheid se acababa y la raza negra era libre.Nelson Mandela, el pajaro de la libertad ,volaba alto para c ...ambiar la historia de nuestro mundo!NUNCA OLVIDAR.NUNCA REPETIR 300 AÑOS DE HUMILLACIÓN Y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/8386419335107917669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/S2jmgRXvg5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/d6Y0LnCVIZA/s72-c/1265114009716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-1007333291393990237</id><published>2010-02-02T00:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:40:35.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Correr contra el tiempo</title><summary type='text'>Siento que vuelvo a arder,junto a ti, volaré...No puedo parar de sonreír,sin ti es terrible mi adicción a tus recuerdos.Volaré bien alto para alcanzar ese horizonte de locuras que me enseñaste a construir.Buscaré la manera de hacerte feliz.Porque tu eres ese sol resplandecedor.Aquel por el cual lloro.No temas, ahí estaré, aunque me parte en diez pedazos.Ahí estaré.Porque este sentimiento se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/1007333291393990237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-9153218875018694002</id><published>2010-02-01T19:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:33:46.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mis dos pasiones...... :)http://www.coldplay.com/newsdetail.php?id=581</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/9153218875018694002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=9153218875018694002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9153218875018694002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/9153218875018694002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/02/mis-dos-pasiones.html' title=''/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eoQheOM9GPo/S2dWqwYd9qI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bZ04iQNvza8/s72-c/simpsonspics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-5693600397097624492</id><published>2010-01-24T01:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:39:26.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Equivocada_Thalía</title><summary type='text'>Sé que me enamoréYo caí perdida sin conocerQue al salir el solSe te va el amorDuele reconocerDuele equivocarse y duele saberQue sin ti es mejorAunque al principio noMe perdíApenas te viSiempre me hicistecomo quisistePorque siempre estuve equivocadaY no lo quise verPorque yo por ti la vida dabaPorque todo lo que empieza acabaPorque nunca tuve más razones para estar sin élPorque cuesta tomar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/5693600397097624492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=5693600397097624492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5693600397097624492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/5693600397097624492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2010/01/equivocadathalia.html' title='Equivocada_Thalía'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-3794025580789896459</id><published>2009-12-23T22:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:10:02.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La espalda perfecta</title><summary type='text'>El talento se ha escurrido entre el dolor,porque aunque lo he intentado,siento una mochila demaciado grande sobre mí.Es a mi medida,gritan por ahí...Pero cómo me cuesta seguir.Los días son cada vez más oscuros,y el sol aparece solo para saludar ,enaltecer su ego,cegarnos por completo e irse satisfecho.Como si su trabajo de proteger esta Tierra quedara disminuido a un simple trabajo express y a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3794025580789896459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3794025580789896459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3794025580789896459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3794025580789896459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-espalda-perfecta.html' title='La espalda perfecta'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4136641923064187512.post-3744023847455982229</id><published>2009-12-10T20:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:38:49.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>“Hallelujah” - Leonard Cohen (Aleluya)</title><summary type='text'>           Letra original:             Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord             That David played, and it pleased the Lord             But you don’t really care for music, do you?             It goes like this             The fourth, the fifth             The minor fall, the major lift             The baffled king composing Hallelujah             Hallelujah…             Your faith was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/feeds/3744023847455982229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4136641923064187512&amp;postID=3744023847455982229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3744023847455982229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4136641923064187512/posts/default/3744023847455982229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angocs.blogspot.com/2009/12/hallelujah-leonard-cohen-aleluya.html' title='“Hallelujah” - Leonard Cohen (Aleluya)'/><author><name>A.N.G.O.C.S_AX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780446135662201557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Le06zGogc/TxF41Pk3-9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/STG_XCAiEjg/s220/DSC00047%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
