<?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-8812124173901529200</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:38:06.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tout le monde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazmín Dominique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063793368657010473</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-8812124173901529200.post-3448955593462219360</id><published>2009-01-23T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:36:22.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>preguntas en mi cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXqI3q6-oEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VETiX7bvgJE/s1600-h/jennifer_love_hewitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXqI3q6-oEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VETiX7bvgJE/s320/jennifer_love_hewitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294694801923285058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Qué haremos si el color de la vida, de nuestras vidas, amenaza con irse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Si el sabor de los besos es solo de reconciliación?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Qué haremos si la rutina nos insulta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Qué haremos si finalmente logramos cambiarnos el uno al otro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Estarías conforme si hoy se acabara la vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Puedes decir cada día: "puedo morir tranquilo"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Qué pasaría si el cansancio acaba ganando cada batalla?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Hicimos realmente un esfuerzo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Podré conseguir ser algún día como quieres que sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿De dónde saco las cualidades que Dios no me dio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Cómo dibujar una sonrisa con simpleza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Puede la magia durar "para siempre"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Qué haremos el día que el amor se canse de nosotros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812124173901529200-3448955593462219360?l=tancoqueta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/feeds/3448955593462219360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/2009/01/qu-haremos-si-el-color-de-la-vida-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default/3448955593462219360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default/3448955593462219360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/2009/01/qu-haremos-si-el-color-de-la-vida-de.html' title='preguntas en mi cabeza'/><author><name>Jazmín Dominique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063793368657010473</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXqI3q6-oEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VETiX7bvgJE/s72-c/jennifer_love_hewitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812124173901529200.post-2442809229466186076</id><published>2009-01-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:44:23.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un gran amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXKJFDXNQdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SvpQonzTtjE/s1600-h/004IFO_Jennifer_Love_Hewitt_065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXKJFDXNQdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SvpQonzTtjE/s320/004IFO_Jennifer_Love_Hewitt_065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292443232008749522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;un gran amor comienza por un pequeño amor &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;un gran  amor puede ser tan grande como se imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;un gran amor está lleno de obstaculos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y los supera simplemente con una mirada enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;un gran amor es testigo de codazos, de desprecios, de insultos y de enojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;un gran amor busca siempre una excusa para reconciliarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;un gran amor vive el presente, ama como si fuese el último día,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;como si el presente fuera el "para siempre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;un gran amor hace llorar, de confusión, de impotencia, de rabia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pero un gran amor siempre, finalmente, consigue una sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;un gran amor tiene 365 días perfectos en el año,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;para un gran amor un día perfecto es dormir en el pecho del amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un gran amor es simple, no tiene grandes historias,&lt;br /&gt;ni ha sido separado por la segunda guerra mundial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;un gran amor no siempre es perfecto, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cuando se besan a veces chocan los dientes, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;o uno camina y se tropieza con una rama, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;o no encuentra las palabras para terminar las frases...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;un gran amor incendia el alma con la simplicidad del diario vivir.&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/8812124173901529200-2442809229466186076?l=tancoqueta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/feeds/2442809229466186076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-gran-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default/2442809229466186076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default/2442809229466186076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-gran-amor.html' title='un gran amor'/><author><name>Jazmín Dominique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063793368657010473</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXKJFDXNQdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SvpQonzTtjE/s72-c/004IFO_Jennifer_Love_Hewitt_065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812124173901529200.post-4127852901209421659</id><published>2009-01-09T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:40:25.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El primer enero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXKQF8O8HCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JgzPK7h9eLI/s1600-h/manos+abuelos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXKQF8O8HCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JgzPK7h9eLI/s200/manos+abuelos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292450943856286754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;...entonces ibamos caminando, en sile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ncio, bajo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; calur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;so sol de nuestro primer enero. Mientras oberservaba a una de esas parejas que no rompen su promesa de amor eterno le pregunté - ¿me amarás cuando sea una anciana que tiene que usar anteojos poto botella para mirarte?- y con esa tierna sonrisa de s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;iempre me respondió - estaba pensando lo mismo, cuando los dos seamos viejitos y nos amemos tanto como h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;oy - seguimos caminando hasta que encontramos el centro, nos sentamos a almorzar y un enorme amor refrescó ese hermoso día de verano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812124173901529200-4127852901209421659?l=tancoqueta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/feeds/4127852901209421659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primer-enero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default/4127852901209421659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812124173901529200/posts/default/4127852901209421659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tancoqueta.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primer-enero.html' title='El primer enero'/><author><name>Jazmín Dominique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05063793368657010473</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/_s0zuAphm_cc/SXKQF8O8HCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JgzPK7h9eLI/s72-c/manos+abuelos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
