<?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-8581949504510997935</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:47:00.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esencial</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-5984352259746787573</id><published>2009-03-03T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:24:06.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin embargo</title><content type='html'>Y sinembargo un rato cada día, Ya ves Te engañaría con cualquiera Te cambiaría por cualquiera. Mitad arrepentida y encantada .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-5984352259746787573?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/5984352259746787573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=5984352259746787573' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5984352259746787573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5984352259746787573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2009/03/sin-embargo.html' title='Sin embargo'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-8055387955105294989</id><published>2009-03-03T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:21:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesa</title><content type='html'>Si me pudieran dar a elegir Como y donde yo quisiera morir, Contestaría acostado &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz de estar a tu lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sabes, me cuesta hacer este viaje, No, no es que no tenga esperanza. Yo confío mucho en tu enseñanza. Vos confía, confía en mi aprendizaje. Y si para nuestro amor No encuentro un buen adjetivo, Es por que te amo mucho, mucho mas Del te amo que te digo.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yo controlaba este juego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Al principio era el dueño, Firmaba cualquier papel. Y  hoy sos la protagonista de todos mis sueños. Soy esclavo de tu piel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-8055387955105294989?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/8055387955105294989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=8055387955105294989' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8055387955105294989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8055387955105294989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2009/03/princesa.html' title='Princesa'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6052917585268499947</id><published>2009-02-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:49:03.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>I don't think that passenger seat, has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . I count the colors in his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He won't ever fall in love, He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair. I'm laughing 'cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope he's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I don't think it ever crossed his mind, He tells a joke, I fake a smile But I know all his favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;And I could tell you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;his favorite color's green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He loves to argue, born on the Seventeenth. His sister's beautiful, He has his father's eyes. And if you ask me if I love him..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around the room. Innocently overlooks the truth, shouldn't a light go off? Doesn't he know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had him memorized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for so long? He sees everything in black and white, never let nobody see him cry. I don't let nobody see me wishing he was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He stands there, then walks away, my God, if I could only say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm holding every breath for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar. I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My God, he's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle. Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green. He loves to argue Oh, and it kills me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6052917585268499947?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6052917585268499947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6052917585268499947' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6052917585268499947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6052917585268499947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-think-that-passenger-seat-has.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-4925352105495183668</id><published>2009-02-12T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:31:21.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkeHHGIoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WE2aiCom-cM/s1600-h/vogue-rusia-feb-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301902761045402242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkeHHGIoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WE2aiCom-cM/s320/vogue-rusia-feb-2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkju3jkzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CoM9swYkeYQ/s1600-h/siennavogueuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301902857616986930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkju3jkzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CoM9swYkeYQ/s320/siennavogueuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkYBtHeeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8eVrIu8Qk10/s1600-h/Kate_Moss_portada_abril_revista_Vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301902656515045858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkYBtHeeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8eVrIu8Qk10/s320/Kate_Moss_portada_abril_revista_Vogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQjxLQtLyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0bE0XcSIbTQ/s1600-h/caroline_trentini_vogue_espana_nov2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301901989065338658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQjxLQtLyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0bE0XcSIbTQ/s320/caroline_trentini_vogue_espana_nov2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-4925352105495183668?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/4925352105495183668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=4925352105495183668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/4925352105495183668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/4925352105495183668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SZQkeHHGIoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WE2aiCom-cM/s72-c/vogue-rusia-feb-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-5144809944436115530</id><published>2009-01-28T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:08:33.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distancia</title><content type='html'>Kilómetros en mi cabeza se convierten en ganas de tenerte. Sentirte cerca es &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no querer alejarme mas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Las discusiones a distancia duelen en mucho mas de lo que aparentan. Vivo tachando los dias hasta que el tiempo se pare para no separarnos nunca jamas. El tiempo, la distancia, el distanciamiento, sabes que no miento cuando digo que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, en mi pensamiento que si te soy sincero de aquí no sales ni un momento…Todo esta en contra de nosotros menos las mariposas, las estrellas y el cielo que se disfraza de rosa. Tengo que aprovechar cada segundo contigo pues después una via separara nuestros caminos para mas tarde volvernos a juntar, tu y yo, solos, agarrados de la mano. Estamos separados pero unidos por nuestros latidos compartimos una via,un cielo un destino…La distancia, el tiempo,no nos favorecen pero la distancia se va acortando porque nuestro amor crece. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El tiempo se hace eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, la distancia veneno, tu y yo gritamos fuerte porque necesitamos vernos. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Llamadas, mensajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aumentan las ganas de acortar un plazo, las ganas de besarte, de darte un abrazo. Ojala pudiera decirte que no hay que esperar que nada nos va a separar que el pasado quedo atrás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-5144809944436115530?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/5144809944436115530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=5144809944436115530' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5144809944436115530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5144809944436115530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2009/01/distancia.html' title='Distancia'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6990900270245614781</id><published>2009-01-28T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:52:16.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SYBxAp2vBjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ezG7sLShZGk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296357417837069874" style="FLOAT: right; 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Tú y yo toda la fama. sonido excitante?  Estilista personal, y un agente de publicidad. Pensa en grande! Convertirte en superestrella. Eso es mejor ¿No ves que más grande es mejor Y mejor es más grande? Un poco nunca es suficiente No, No, No!  ¿No quieren todo! lo queres, sabes que lo queres, La fama y la fortuna y más. Lo quiero todo, quiero mi  estrella en la puerta,  quiero que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el &lt;strong&gt;mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nada menos, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo el glam y la prensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yo quiero, quiero,  Mi nombre en luces del Carnage Hall, Quiero hacer de todo! Alfombra roja, rosa ramos, multitud esperando volverse tapa. Invitaciones, grandes ovaciones, Revistas, Sí, por favor. Las fotografías, fanclubs, dar al pueblo lo que el amor, Ahora que está emocionado!  Times Square, jet setters, secuelas Nueva York, hoy, mañana el mundo! Localidades agotadas . Quiero hacer de todo! París! Londres! Roma! Toronto! LA! Sidney! Buenos Aires! Tokio! Moscú!  Hollywood! LA CIUDAD DE NUEVA YORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo quiero TODO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-2613935621556963115?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/2613935621556963115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=2613935621556963115' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2613935621556963115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2613935621556963115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-quiero-todo.html' title='Lo quiero todo.'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-7606267113442837274</id><published>2008-12-22T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:50:18.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para no verme mas</title><content type='html'>¿Porque diré que me escondo, si nadie me quiere ver? ¿Será que no me preciso y de paso me aviso, para ya no correr? Me fui pateando las piedras, con ganas de molestar.. y no encontré ni un segundo, para explicarle al mundo que lo quiero matar... y mi cabeza se me enfrenta en una noche de solo pensar.. y la alegría se me escapa y la agonía vuelve a dominar.. el corazón de algún sufrido me acompaña hasta la terminal y me iré, para no verme más... Estoy buscando refugio, en manos de una pared que ni siquiera me escucha y yo, fingiendo mi lucha engañándome otra vez.. Ya nada aquí me divierte, como solía ocurrir.. voy persiguiendo mi risa, ella se fuga deprisa burlándose de mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-7606267113442837274?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/7606267113442837274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=7606267113442837274' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/7606267113442837274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/7606267113442837274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-no-verme-mas.html' title='Para no verme mas'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-4962756653501473663</id><published>2008-12-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:41:48.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam (L)</title><content type='html'>NEVER THOUGHT ID DIE ALONE I LAUGHED THE LOUDEST, WHOD HAVE KNOWN? I TRACED THE CORD BACK TO THE WALL. NO WONDER IT WAS NEVER PLUGGED IN AT ALL. I TOOK MY TIME, I HURRIED UP THE CHOICE WAS MINE, I DIDN'T THINK ENOUGH. I'M TOO DEPRESSED TO GO ON YOU'LL BE SORRY WHEN I'M GONE. I NEVER CONQUERED, RARELY CAME 16 JUST HELD SUCH BETTER DAYS. DAYS WHEN I STILL FELT ALIVE. WE COULDN'T WAIT TO GET OUTSIDE. THE WORLD WAS WIDE, TOO LATE TO TRY. THE TOUR WAS OVER, WE'D SURVIVED. I COULDN'T WAIT TIL I GOT HOME TO PASS THE TIME IN MY ROOM ALONE. I NEVER THOUGHT ID DIE ALONE ANOTHER SIX MONTHS, I'LL BE UNKNOWN, GIVE ALL MY THINGS TO ALL MY FRIENDS YOU'LL NEVER STEP FOOT IN MY ROOM AGAIN. YOU'LL CLOSE IT OFF, BOARD IT UP REMEMBER THE TIME THAT I SPILLED THE CUP OF APPLE JUICE IN THE HALLPLEASE TELL MOM THIS IS NOT HER FAULT .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-4962756653501473663?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/4962756653501473663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=4962756653501473663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/4962756653501473663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/4962756653501473663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/12/adam-l.html' title='Adam (L)'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-1333556318113470077</id><published>2008-12-11T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:36:50.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentación (frapuccino mocca)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SUFPjgo2mPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yVynA1xpwo4/s1600-h/palermo(L+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278587709730232562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SUFPjgo2mPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yVynA1xpwo4/s320/palermo(L+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SUFOV6EVQNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/E9ebbObS3kM/s1600-h/palermo(L+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278586376526577874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SUFOV6EVQNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/E9ebbObS3kM/s320/palermo(L+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-1333556318113470077?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/1333556318113470077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=1333556318113470077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1333556318113470077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1333556318113470077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/12/tentacin-frapuccino-mocca.html' title='Tentación (frapuccino mocca)'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SUFPjgo2mPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yVynA1xpwo4/s72-c/palermo(L+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6608012219412699360</id><published>2008-11-28T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:36:35.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acepto</title><content type='html'>Cuando uno dice "si, acepto"&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabe en realidad lo que esta aceptando?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6608012219412699360?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6608012219412699360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6608012219412699360' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6608012219412699360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6608012219412699360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/acepto.html' title='Acepto'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6403396538396635959</id><published>2008-11-28T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:14:38.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No hay Tal crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: left;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uno dice, No hay tal crisis...mientras, tiras un par de platos al piso.&lt;br /&gt;Uno dice, No hay tal crisis y saca turno en la peluqueria....&lt;br /&gt;Uno dice, No hay tal crisis, y te pones kilos de tapa ojeras...&lt;br /&gt;No es que aceptas que la crisis, es tal crisis, estas preparado , puedes negar la crisis...&lt;br /&gt;Uno dice, No hay tal crisis y rompe todo lo que tiene en la mano&lt;br /&gt;Uno dice, No hay tal crisis y hacce stop como loca..&lt;br /&gt;Uno pone su mejor cara de Bolida y dice: "No hay tal crisis". Pero tarde o temprano llega el dia, donde la crisis tiene la evidencia de una estria, ahy no queda otra que aceptarla, hay que hacer lo que hay que hacer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6403396538396635959?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6403396538396635959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6403396538396635959' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6403396538396635959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6403396538396635959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-hay-tal-crisis.html' title='No hay Tal crisis'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-8169029172381837673</id><published>2008-11-26T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:39:10.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>When I first held you I was cold A melting snowman I was told&lt;br /&gt;But there was no-one there to hold, Before I swore that I would be alone forever more&lt;br /&gt;Wow, look at you now Flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;It's such a lovely day And I'm glad that you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cos to stand up in the crowd. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are one in a million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-8169029172381837673?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/8169029172381837673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=8169029172381837673' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8169029172381837673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8169029172381837673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-first-held-you-i-was-cold.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6555135266664203880</id><published>2008-11-25T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:39:06.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdí la Esencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Pasan las horas, rozando la locura, preso de mi poesia&lt;br /&gt;Mucho altibajo, poca llanura, soy ladron y policia&lt;br /&gt;Caen las gotas, sin previo aviso, viniendo del mas alla&lt;br /&gt;De un inconsciente, ya inmanejable, que no me deja vivir en paz.&lt;br /&gt;De a poco oxidan, esta armadura Dificil de abandonar&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una cita conmigo que no me animo a afrontar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estoy tan lejos de mi que no alcanzo a ver mi escencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre de vos, hoja en llamas, te descargo mi paciencia&lt;br /&gt;En el juicio de los muertos frente a osiris, mi corazon romperia la balanza&lt;br /&gt;Y sin embargo no consigo darme cuenta que fantasma dara a luz mi desconfianza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero prometo, a mas nadie que a mi mismo&lt;br /&gt;triunfar de nuevo en este juego apasionado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el dia que ya no le tema a los abismos Agradecer a quien estuvo siempre al lado.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero cantar victoria por describir lo que siento. En mi estado, tras la gloria&lt;br /&gt;y el imperdible momento, Y a vos cancion, de ira y esperanza&lt;br /&gt;prometo no abandonarte, Yo tambien tengo un nudo en la panza&lt;br /&gt;por no poder liberarte pero, pero al menos por ahora&lt;br /&gt;tu lugar es un cajon porque es falta de respeto, cantarte sin emocion&lt;br /&gt;Y este intruso que hay en mi, no te merece cantar&lt;br /&gt;te merece alguien mas grande capaz de inmortalizarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6555135266664203880?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6555135266664203880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6555135266664203880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6555135266664203880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6555135266664203880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/pasan-las-horas-rozando-la-locura-preso.html' title='Perdí la Esencia'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-8715125899623878721</id><published>2008-11-24T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:41:44.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La casada</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Yo abrí de par en par las puertas de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y dejé que saliera mi secreto peor,&lt;br /&gt;disimulando lo triste y conservando la calma&lt;br /&gt;le dije "aunque no creas, estoy buscando amor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-8715125899623878721?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/8715125899623878721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=8715125899623878721' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8715125899623878721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8715125899623878721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-casada.html' title='La casada'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-5663198657315173049</id><published>2008-11-24T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:34:34.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStH7w7stfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z-Eq8lxaAYU/s1600-h/S4030577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStH7w7stfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z-Eq8lxaAYU/s200/S4030577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272386880840447474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStHxBzSeWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I0g5H3TrgVs/s1600-h/S4030573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStHxBzSeWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I0g5H3TrgVs/s200/S4030573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272386696390015330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStHcec7bYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hNqnO4Hgrm0/s1600-h/S40305744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStHcec7bYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hNqnO4Hgrm0/s200/S40305744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272386343303605634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-5663198657315173049?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/5663198657315173049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=5663198657315173049' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5663198657315173049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5663198657315173049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_42.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SStH7w7stfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z-Eq8lxaAYU/s72-c/S4030577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-3060203423586471043</id><published>2008-11-24T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:48:01.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al lado tuyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Y si es que el tiempo existe yo quiero compartirlo&lt;br /&gt;si todo es una foto yo quiero estar al lado tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Al lado tuyo quiero estar, en al foto quiero estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Al lado tuyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-3060203423586471043?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/3060203423586471043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=3060203423586471043' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/3060203423586471043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/3060203423586471043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/al-lado-tuyo.html' title='Al lado tuyo'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-682188186700978503</id><published>2008-11-24T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:46:32.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrMMqxWMYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BXRQn3G8gFM/s1600-h/S4030424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrMMqxWMYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BXRQn3G8gFM/s200/S4030424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250831802347906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrL7EA3c3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mKH-LhDbafI/s1600-h/S4030423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrL7EA3c3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mKH-LhDbafI/s200/S4030423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272250529340683122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-682188186700978503?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/682188186700978503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=682188186700978503' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/682188186700978503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/682188186700978503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrMMqxWMYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BXRQn3G8gFM/s72-c/S4030424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-1421996219358386031</id><published>2008-11-24T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:41:44.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo de vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Algo que viva, algo que mate&lt;br /&gt;Algo que escuche y algo que mire&lt;br /&gt;Algo que escriba, algo que borre&lt;br /&gt;Algo en el viento, algo en la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Algo de vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-1421996219358386031?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/1421996219358386031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=1421996219358386031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1421996219358386031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1421996219358386031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/algo-de-vos.html' title='Algo de vos'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6553382639953199663</id><published>2008-11-24T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:30:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Mi pasion &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pasado presente y futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasado porque &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te ame desde un principio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presente porque me mantenes vivo&lt;br /&gt;futuro porque&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; te estare esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ahora me voy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6553382639953199663?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6553382639953199663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6553382639953199663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6553382639953199663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6553382639953199663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-pasion-pasado-presente-y-futuro.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-4458769744794359743</id><published>2008-11-24T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:24:34.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6yXLW3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7kTxN8VcsA8/s1600-h/S4030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6yXLW3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7kTxN8VcsA8/s320/S4030393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245027044285298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6RGsf5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/P15u55Y3MTY/s1600-h/S4030391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6RGsf5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/P15u55Y3MTY/s320/S4030391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245018116784018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6u9WB3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PuS3qq__tjA/s1600-h/S4030392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6u9WB3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PuS3qq__tjA/s320/S4030392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245026130626418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG65M-mfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wwZFKDfNWag/s1600-h/S4030395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG65M-mfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/wwZFKDfNWag/s320/S4030395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272245028880554482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-4458769744794359743?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/4458769744794359743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=4458769744794359743' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/4458769744794359743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/4458769744794359743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SSrG6yXLW3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7kTxN8VcsA8/s72-c/S4030393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-594226994973871815</id><published>2008-11-19T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:21:58.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y morirme contigo&lt;/span&gt; si te matas&lt;br /&gt;y matarme contigo si te mueres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;porque el amor cuando no muere mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque amores que matan nunca mueren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-594226994973871815?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/594226994973871815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=594226994973871815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/594226994973871815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/594226994973871815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/y-morirme-contigo-si-te-matas-y-matarme.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-2783336526597590557</id><published>2008-11-13T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:08.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He loves me NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SRxdcctsUlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-obzD90vZsE/s1600-h/S4030565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SRxdcctsUlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-obzD90vZsE/s320/S4030565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268188407442199122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me&lt;br /&gt;He loves me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;not !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blurring the lines, Because I didn't care, I started crossing the line.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never there&lt;/span&gt;. No where to turn, No one to help,  It's almost like I don't even know myself. Now I have to choose &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me,&lt;br /&gt;He loves me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-2783336526597590557?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/2783336526597590557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=2783336526597590557' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2783336526597590557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2783336526597590557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not-i-started.html' title='He loves me NOT'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SRxdcctsUlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-obzD90vZsE/s72-c/S4030565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-5234644517873067516</id><published>2008-11-07T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:34.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imaginando que vuelves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SRRmC5ghEiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DF9OOC9j76Q/s1600-h/diarios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SRRmC5ghEiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DF9OOC9j76Q/s320/diarios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265946064285930018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un día de estos en que suelo pensar &lt;b&gt;"hoy va a ser el día menos pensado"&lt;/b&gt;, nos hemos cruzado, has decidido mirar, a los ojitos azules que ahora van a tu lado. Desde el momento en el que te conocí resumiendo con prisas Tiempo de Silencio, te juro que a nadie le he vuelto a decir que tenemos el récord del mundo en querernos. &lt;b&gt;Y aún me parece mentira que se escape mi vida imaginando que vuelves a pasarte por aquí&lt;/b&gt;. Escapando una noche de un bostezo de sol &lt;b&gt;me pediste que te diera un beso. &lt;u&gt;Con lo baratos que salen mi amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, qué te cuesta callarme con uno de esos. Pasaron seis meses y me dijiste adiós, fue un placer coincidir en esta vida. Ahí me quedé, en una mano el corazón y en la otra excusas que ni tú entendías.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-5234644517873067516?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/5234644517873067516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=5234644517873067516' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5234644517873067516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5234644517873067516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/en-un-da-de-estos-en-que-suelo-pensar.html' title='imaginando que vuelves'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SRRmC5ghEiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DF9OOC9j76Q/s72-c/diarios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-2436259815010588378</id><published>2008-11-01T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:52.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arruinarse</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;Te miraba, me veía, y eso me gustaba tanto&lt;br /&gt;Me acerqué, quise hablar, pero vos querías pelear.&lt;br /&gt;Y a mí tanto me gustó que no te duré ni un round.&lt;br /&gt;Y a veces pienso, cuando me quedo solo&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño, te lloro, que lindo arruinarse con vos.&lt;br /&gt;Y el día estuvo mal, hoy te soñé.&lt;br /&gt;Y cada vez que pienso en vos, quiero volver,&lt;br /&gt;Y el brillo de tus ojos rojos, yo quiero ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-2436259815010588378?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/2436259815010588378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=2436259815010588378' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2436259815010588378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2436259815010588378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-miraba-me-vea-y-eso-me-gustaba-tanto.html' title='Arruinarse'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-7546405770751800573</id><published>2008-10-30T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:48:23.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never</title><content type='html'>Nunca dije estar celosa al ver cuando ella lo besaba.&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco implica que nunca lo haya sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-7546405770751800573?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/7546405770751800573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=7546405770751800573' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/7546405770751800573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/7546405770751800573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/never.html' title='Never'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-8658142404583315793</id><published>2008-10-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:07:47.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SQTO_MU9yKI/AAAAAAAAADk/4DL8TWxB9LA/s1600-h/S4030918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SQTO_MU9yKI/AAAAAAAAADk/4DL8TWxB9LA/s320/S4030918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261557849711823010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care if it hurts. I want to have control, I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; want you to notice when i'm not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so fuckin' special, I wish I was special. But i'm a creep, i'm a weird. what the hell am i doing here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-8658142404583315793?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/8658142404583315793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=8658142404583315793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8658142404583315793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8658142404583315793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-care-if-it-hurts.html' title='Creep'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SQTO_MU9yKI/AAAAAAAAADk/4DL8TWxB9LA/s72-c/S4030918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6900028636403218144</id><published>2008-10-22T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:39:10.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SP-5JDFP95I/AAAAAAAAADc/2ObYqB-V1JI/s1600-h/P1090839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SP-5JDFP95I/AAAAAAAAADc/2ObYqB-V1JI/s320/P1090839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260126454889314194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuiste mi vida fuiste mi pasión, fuiste mi $&amp;amp;"%$  , mi primer ($/#$%" Todo eso fuiste, Te deje al pibe. De repente una mañana cuando desperte, crei que todo era una mentira, y luego cuando vi el #%$ tirado ahi, dije OH la hcagar anduvo por aqui (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;:| La cancion cn mi hermana (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6900028636403218144?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6900028636403218144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6900028636403218144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6900028636403218144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6900028636403218144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine !'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SP-5JDFP95I/AAAAAAAAADc/2ObYqB-V1JI/s72-c/P1090839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-3311411396197721589</id><published>2008-10-19T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:34:50.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPvf_xIdBRI/AAAAAAAAADU/vw8G-tnlBzk/s1600-h/S4030907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPvf_xIdBRI/AAAAAAAAADU/vw8G-tnlBzk/s320/S4030907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259043276498732306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buen, que decir. Estas enamorada ailen, eso es lo que me dijeron, y yo, dije"no no, enamorada justamente NO". Es que, justamente para mi, amar a alguien no significa estar "enamorado" no por favor, para mi, es todo lo contrario. Para mi hay una franja larga entre amar, y enamorarse. Amar, en mi opinión, es sentir amor por alguien, eterno, incondicional, profundo, pase lo que pase, el tiempo, distancia. Si amas a alguien, vas a querer ver a esa persona feliz, y noimporta de que manera. Enamorarse para mi, es algo superfluo, que se acaba rápido, quizá es el estado de transición entre qerer y amar, es que, querer significa amor también,en algún sentido. Pero eso yo no lo se, No pienso explayarme mucho mas, no me dan ganas. Puede ser que esta sea mi manera de pensar porque nunca me paso. Querer mucho a alguien? Si.  Amar a alguien? También, pero no, de esa manera, nose si me explico.&lt;br /&gt;Igual, aprendí que son las propias experiencias propias, las que hacen que pensemos de alguna forma en particular. Mi propia experiencia me demuestra esto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-3311411396197721589?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/3311411396197721589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=3311411396197721589' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/3311411396197721589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/3311411396197721589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-amor.html' title='El amor'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPvf_xIdBRI/AAAAAAAAADU/vw8G-tnlBzk/s72-c/S4030907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-1062311559788333477</id><published>2008-10-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:48:41.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPqDviSn8DI/AAAAAAAAADM/sYwFWzlR9b4/s1600-h/posteaaaaaaaaarrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPqDviSn8DI/AAAAAAAAADM/sYwFWzlR9b4/s320/posteaaaaaaaaarrrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660367590486066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La amistad no tiene límites, ni te hace esperar, es más bien una sencilla forma de amar, ¿por qué?&lt;br /&gt;Porque la amistad simplemente te lleva a conocer lugares desconocidos con  una persona especial.&lt;br /&gt;Esa persona te enseña a valorar los defectos y las virtudes de los  demás. Esa persona te da consejos y te habla con sinceridad, nunca te ha de mentir y siempre te ha de perdonar. Por eso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la amistad es sencillamente amar&lt;/span&gt;. Por eso te ofrezco la mía y desearía nunca perder la tuya, porque, tú, eres el verdadero significado de nuestra amistad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#008080;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;a amistad es un tipo de unión afectiva que se basa en la  comunicación, el apoyo mutuo, la comprensión, el cariño y la absoluta armonía entre dos personas. La amistad anima el alma y estimula el corazón. Es como un espejo que refleja nuestra imagen ampliada. Nos hace crecer y madurar, ayudando a forjar nuestra personalidad y nuestras relaciones sociales con quienes nos rodean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow Surprise  jaja te amo :$ Sabias eso vos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-1062311559788333477?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/1062311559788333477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=1062311559788333477' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1062311559788333477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1062311559788333477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/te-amo.html' title='Te amo'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPqDviSn8DI/AAAAAAAAADM/sYwFWzlR9b4/s72-c/posteaaaaaaaaarrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-1577803299063776023</id><published>2008-10-17T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:11:21.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPi4_Pz4YXI/AAAAAAAAADE/jaseBhQ8Sso/s1600-h/S4030674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPi4_Pz4YXI/AAAAAAAAADE/jaseBhQ8Sso/s320/S4030674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258155961670459762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las cosas cambian, con el tiempo o directamente se adecuan a las situaciones, tal como lo hacen las personas, quienes también se adecuan, pero casi siempre elijen el camino mas fácil, ya que lo fácil esta preferentemente acompañado de lo rapido, y es exhaustivo esperar. Los cambios son buenos, no necesariamente faciles si se quieren hacer bien. Las situaciones que me impulsé (yo misma) a vivir, necesitan un cambio, en cierto punto, todo tiene que cambiar, sino ¿que sentido tendría estar siempre igual? Por lo menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, no se lo encuentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-1577803299063776023?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/1577803299063776023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=1577803299063776023' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1577803299063776023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/1577803299063776023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/cambio.html' title='Cambio'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPi4_Pz4YXI/AAAAAAAAADE/jaseBhQ8Sso/s72-c/S4030674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6814347880437481254</id><published>2008-10-17T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:46:02.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPizLQoY0WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KoD05Mb_UYM/s1600-h/thenotebook2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPizLQoY0WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KoD05Mb_UYM/s320/thenotebook2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258149570979352930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como comenzar algo que ya tuvo fin, como enfrentar el hecho de que no estas aca  conmigo, ni me acompañas día a día. Como hacerte entender que estoy hecha  para ti, y que en lo unico que pienso es en vos. Como lograr algo que nunca  tuvo lugar en mi mente, ya no se que pensar, hacer, sentir, lo unico que se que  me queda sin vos, es sufrir. Te quiero a mi lado, te quiero conmigo, quiero  decirte al oido lo poco que vale para mi que no seas solo mio, si aunque sea  siento que confio en vos como ayer, y siento que podemos volver a ser como esos  dos estúpidos que fuimos alguna vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Camilé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6814347880437481254?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6814347880437481254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6814347880437481254' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6814347880437481254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6814347880437481254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-comenzar-algo-que-ya-tuvo-fin-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPizLQoY0WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KoD05Mb_UYM/s72-c/thenotebook2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-7455941358736853819</id><published>2008-10-14T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:54:34.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPUjAfJf0GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vfcIBViRIC8/s1600-h/S4030566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257146631293227106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPUjAfJf0GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vfcIBViRIC8/s320/S4030566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No soy una persona perfecta Hay muchas cosas que me gustaría no hacer. Pero continúo aprendiendo. He encontrado un motivo para mí, Para cambiar quien solía ser, Un motivo para empezar de nuevo y el motivo eres tú. Siento haberte hecho daño. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esa es la parte de una canción,, se que escribir esto no vale nada, porqe se qe ya cualquier cosa que diga es totalmente increible segun vos, porque es lo que yo hice. Si algo esta mal aca, es porque lo arruine, y no una vez, sino muchas. Ya no tengo miedo a "fracasar" y eso es bueno porque puedo poner todo mi empeño en cosas que en otro momento, me hubiera rendido. Gracias por esto, me estas dando la oportunidad de cambiar. En todo este tiempo me enseñaste muchisimas cosas que nadie podría haberlo hecho mejor, quizás ni siquiera te diste cuenta, pero para mi valieron. Y hay muchas cosas que quizas la gente o vos pasaría de largo y nunca se lo acrdaria, cosas insignificantes pero qe para mi valen muchisimo, por ejemplo, la primera vez qe te vi, pusiste voz tierna, y me dijiste "queres u nhelado?" y yo dije, nono gracias, y nose, fue algo que me quedo grabado para siempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ahora, esta todo hecho mierda, porque yo soi un estúpida, y no entiendo paara qe cuerno escribo esto, si se que para vos no vale. Es que me quemo la cabeza tratando de pensar alguna manera para llegarte, ya te lo dije, y sabes muy bien que me cuesta expresarme. No soy pra nada buena haciendo estas cosas, pero gracias a esto estoy aprendiendo de apoco, y voia cambiar. Lastima que ya no me crees. Ahora cuando ande, lo subo al flog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-7455941358736853819?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/7455941358736853819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=7455941358736853819' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/7455941358736853819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/7455941358736853819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-soy-una-persona-perfecta-hay-muchas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPUjAfJf0GI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vfcIBViRIC8/s72-c/S4030566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-6999685178009355899</id><published>2008-10-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:53:22.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPFk0YlTW5I/AAAAAAAAACs/tkLaEcy3bVU/s1600-h/P1090431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPFk0YlTW5I/AAAAAAAAACs/tkLaEcy3bVU/s320/P1090431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093091232963474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooooo mi cara de drogada es impresionante, pero mirate, estabas re feliz wii, y yo nose qe estaba intentando hacer con mi cara. El paso del tiempo me demuestra dia a dia cuan importante sos en mi life, y creo que si algun dia no estas, puedo llegarme a morir,en serio. Hace ya catorce años que compartimos nuestras vidas, experiencias, aventuras (? limadas, acompañadas, escapadas (brubrubru) noches en tu casa, en la mia, los HOLAAA de mi papa, los Carolina dejate de joder de tu mama, los iuuujuuuu de mi mama, las rascadas de tu papa. tu hermano diciendo ah see(H mi hermana diciendo, ailen sos una taradaaaa jajajaja. Estuvste siemrpe que te necesite, en todo momento, vos y tu familia, qe como dije hace un año y algo mas, son como mi familia XD.  Por eso ahora nose, quisiera estar con vos jojo te debo un re abrazo y nose porque cuerno lo pongo en el blog en vez de en el flog qe es mas facil para vos de verlo xD pero me expreso mejor por aca(?&lt;br /&gt;Forgett 'em . &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sos demasiado&lt;/span&gt; carolina, no necesito ni ponerte un&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; te amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-6999685178009355899?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/6999685178009355899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=6999685178009355899' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6999685178009355899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/6999685178009355899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellooooooo-mi-cara-de-drogada-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPFk0YlTW5I/AAAAAAAAACs/tkLaEcy3bVU/s72-c/P1090431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-8460291297191508866</id><published>2008-10-10T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:36:32.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPAAnz91p3I/AAAAAAAAACk/wxHPLV6bLn4/s1600-h/S4030890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255701449105844082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPAAnz91p3I/AAAAAAAAACk/wxHPLV6bLn4/s320/S4030890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I thought wasn’t mine In the light Was one of a kind, A precious pearl When &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I couldn’t cause I Wasn’t allowed. Gomen nasai for everything, I know I let you down till the end I never needed a friend Like I do now. What I thought wasn't all So innocentWas a delicate doll Of porcelain. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I wanted to call you And ask you for help I stopped myself.&lt;/span&gt; What I thought was a dream An mirage Was as real as it seemed A privilege When&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wanted to tell you I made a mistake I walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-8460291297191508866?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/8460291297191508866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=8460291297191508866' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8460291297191508866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/8460291297191508866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-thought-wasnt-mine-in-light-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SPAAnz91p3I/AAAAAAAAACk/wxHPLV6bLn4/s72-c/S4030890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-2825799657552300449</id><published>2008-10-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:15:08.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO5mK_uCXHI/AAAAAAAAACc/U-RRFcwEOnw/s1600-h/1198339070_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255250154277198962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO5mK_uCXHI/AAAAAAAAACc/U-RRFcwEOnw/s320/1198339070_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viste cuando te sentis bien? Bueno así, es raro lo que me esta pasando en este momento. Tantos cambios repentinos, de a ratos siento tanta angustia pero después desaparece, y vuelvo a sentirme bien como antes. Quizá todo esto tendría que haber sucedido antes, así se hubieran evitad tantas cosas. Perdí, si ya lo se, algunas cosas perdí, pero gané en varias otras, y no me arrepiento (mucho). Quiero descargarme y no se como. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy tuve un re día me sentí bien, disfrute cada segundo(? Y terminé sentada con mi mejor amiga debajo del sol, reflexionando de cosas tan "extrañas". Saber a quienes tengo, mehace bien. me cansé quizá después si me dan ganas volvere a escribir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-2825799657552300449?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/2825799657552300449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=2825799657552300449' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2825799657552300449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2825799657552300449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/viste-cuando-te-sentis-bien-bueno-as-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO5mK_uCXHI/AAAAAAAAACc/U-RRFcwEOnw/s72-c/1198339070_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-2584622293117392462</id><published>2008-10-08T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:58:14.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gonna be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO068IyRSgI/AAAAAAAAACU/L7Bk8OASbWE/s1600-h/S40306921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO068IyRSgI/AAAAAAAAACU/L7Bk8OASbWE/s320/S40306921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254921145036130818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am moving through the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trying to find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Feel like a guitar that's never played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Will someone strum away? And I ask myself Who do I wanna be? Do I wanna throw away the key? and invent a whole new me and I tell myself Don't wanna be No One But me. You are moving through the crowd, Trying to find yourself. Feel like a doll left on a shelf Will someone take you down? Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall,  You turn the light on to erase it all, You wonder what it's like to not feel worthless So open all the blinds and all the curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-2584622293117392462?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/2584622293117392462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=2584622293117392462' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2584622293117392462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/2584622293117392462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-gonna-be-alright.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna be alright'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO068IyRSgI/AAAAAAAAACU/L7Bk8OASbWE/s72-c/S40306921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-9066510691788137179</id><published>2008-10-08T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:44:45.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO03OlGeQWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y_zUIipL2Ww/s1600-h/para+flog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO03OlGeQWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y_zUIipL2Ww/s320/para+flog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254917063828193634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces de acuerdo a los cambios, me digo ami mis,a la puta madre, que bueno es tenerlas a ustedes en mi vida. No se que haría sin ustedes tres. Por ahi estaría toda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fumada&lt;/span&gt; en la esquina de la casa de caro (acaso no lo hago?) o por ahi desordenandole las cosas al papa de flor jjojo. o Rompiendole las pelotas a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; chicha&lt;/span&gt; o comiendo las ricas pizas de Karina.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mierda, Shit, Fuck, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Las amo con todo mi ser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-9066510691788137179?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/9066510691788137179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=9066510691788137179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/9066510691788137179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/9066510691788137179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/veces-de-acuerdo-los-cambios-me-digo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO03OlGeQWI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y_zUIipL2Ww/s72-c/para+flog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8581949504510997935.post-5486596936191370947</id><published>2008-10-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:59:05.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SOajqF6eRvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pNMxpCdorpY/s1600-h/con+mi+hna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065958911526642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SOajqF6eRvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pNMxpCdorpY/s320/con+mi+hna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people, are so fucking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8581949504510997935-5486596936191370947?l=tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/feeds/5486596936191370947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8581949504510997935&amp;postID=5486596936191370947' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5486596936191370947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8581949504510997935/posts/default/5486596936191370947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tapa-de-moda.blogspot.com/2008/10/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Ailen Berezin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01268553166071288851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SO02i9NSsyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pElt1dPCdWs/S220/S4030813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uc6vPPkkAJw/SOajqF6eRvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pNMxpCdorpY/s72-c/con+mi+hna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
