<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738506475650555625.post7347237885069553675..comments</id><updated>2011-11-07T17:58:44.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on La morada de los pensamientos muertos: ¿Que pasara?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lamoradadelospensamientosmuertos.com/feeds/7347237885069553675/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738506475650555625/7347237885069553675/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lamoradadelospensamientosmuertos.com/2011/11/que-pasara.html'/><author><name>Pedro Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09473645189893474767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQs4ZGp6wQU/TjndJeKWfUI/AAAAAAAADrY/ZAiM-OcaFmU/s220/descarga.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738506475650555625.post-416371449290685139</id><published>2011-11-07T17:58:44.502-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:58:44.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Es difícil pensar en un mañana sin esa persona tan...</title><content type='html'>Es difícil pensar en un mañana sin esa persona tan amada, porque después de so pasan y pasan los días, y esos temores, hasta los mas terribles, se hacen realidad,y no se olvida, porque el sabor de aquella felicidad inexplicable, no se saca nunca mas de abajo de tu piel, añoras, deseas, suspiras....el desamor, las despedidas, lamentablemente son así, una herida que nunca cierra, se encostran,nos dejan descansar, pero se abren una y otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738506475650555625/7347237885069553675/comments/default/416371449290685139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738506475650555625/7347237885069553675/comments/default/416371449290685139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lamoradadelospensamientosmuertos.com/2011/11/que-pasara.html?showComment=1320710324502#c416371449290685139' title=''/><author><name>Rimes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01685699350855755558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14029976381680474876'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twxAJYEogmM/TVUnJ_YrGUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZZuGg35ZoL4/s220/vero3mont.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.lamoradadelospensamientosmuertos.com/2011/11/que-pasara.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1738506475650555625.post-7347237885069553675' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1738506475650555625/posts/default/7347237885069553675' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-159517797'/></entry></feed>
