<?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-4718277078935463630</id><updated>2011-11-23T11:25:40.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi mundo adolescente</title><subtitle type='html'>Un mundo en el que no existen los cuentos de hadas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718277078935463630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641518965875581983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718277078935463630.post-677159074885068406</id><published>2011-11-23T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:25:40.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque no te quise, te sigo queriendo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porque sabes que le quieres. Poque, cada sonrisa, cada mirada que acaba en el suelo o de reojo, cada salto que te da el corazon cuando su voz transpasa tus oidos, cada enredo que tu pelo tiene gracias a el, cada "para quieto, dejame un poco" pero no quieres ni que pare ni que te deje, quieres que no te suelte que te abrace y que te diga que le importas. Pero despiertas y te das cuenta de que solo quiere jugar contigo como ya lo habia hecho antes y entonces decides "pasar de él" y te das cuenta de que ya es demasiado tarde. Porque ya estas enamorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2d-UX9cNyA/Ts1ILu4g4NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIYTCI-T3fE/s1600/chica+sonriendo+a+chico.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2d-UX9cNyA/Ts1ILu4g4NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIYTCI-T3fE/s1600/chica+sonriendo+a+chico.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Porque esa sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;te delata.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718277078935463630-677159074885068406?l=mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/feeds/677159074885068406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/porque-no-te-quise-te-sigo-queriendo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718277078935463630/posts/default/677159074885068406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718277078935463630/posts/default/677159074885068406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/2011/11/porque-no-te-quise-te-sigo-queriendo.html' title='Porque no te quise, te sigo queriendo.'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641518965875581983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2d-UX9cNyA/Ts1ILu4g4NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIYTCI-T3fE/s72-c/chica+sonriendo+a+chico.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718277078935463630.post-3951777008073631392</id><published>2011-09-03T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:51:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De pasar del cielo a la tierra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cuando piensas que no puede ir nada mejor, que sonries por cada tontería que te dicen, que bailas con cada canción que oyes en la radio, que miras con picardía, que en lo único que piensas es en cosas bonitas... Te das cuenta de que se acabo ese día y que llega otro en el que tus sueños se derraman como el agua de un día lluvioso, que aquello que habias planeado y que soñabas desde tanto tiempo se va, lo deseabas con todas tus fuerzas y con todas tus fuerzas te has llegado un golpe, un golpe que no sangra pero duele como el que más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRButyjw-Ro2-oIQEcI3y2kB3YsfNyP84AJh4zT562PAHL6wpEfdA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="rg_i" data-src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRButyjw-Ro2-oIQEcI3y2kB3YsfNyP84AJh4zT562PAHL6wpEfdA" data-sz="f" height="159" name="ImUFhhV0Y0lQ3M:" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRButyjw-Ro2-oIQEcI3y2kB3YsfNyP84AJh4zT562PAHL6wpEfdA" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Y esque cuando el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;es por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;es mas fuerte.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4718277078935463630-3951777008073631392?l=mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/feeds/3951777008073631392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-pasar-del-cielo-la-tierra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718277078935463630/posts/default/3951777008073631392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4718277078935463630/posts/default/3951777008073631392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-mundo-de-adolescente.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-pasar-del-cielo-la-tierra.html' title='De pasar del cielo a la tierra.'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10641518965875581983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4718277078935463630.post-4878651638421312632</id><published>2011-09-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:38:18.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...trata sobre aquella chica que quiere encontrar a aquel principe azul en su caballo blanco, pero no se habia dado cuenta de que la vida es más dura de lo que parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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