<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 11:51:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>S e l f i s h   F i s h</title><description></description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-5669403008734640915</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-09T20:32:20.720-02:00</atom:updated><title>Finalmente!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Achau! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-5669403008734640915?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2008/02/finalmente.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-2160557846026168094</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-30T22:58:27.937-02:00</atom:updated><title>Fell in love with a sound</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/R6EC_oF_-KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7GBmwd1Ayp4/s1600-h/Artista2004622145635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161409940060895394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/R6EC_oF_-KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7GBmwd1Ayp4/s320/Artista2004622145635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well every highway that I go down Seems to be longer that the last one I knew aboutOh wellAnd every girl I've walked around Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I foundOh wellAnd this old man in front of meWearin canes and ruby ringsIt's like a tame explosion when he singsWith every chance to set himself on fireHe just ends up doing the same thingWell each beat of a thing I come acrossTells me to stop moving and shake this riddle offOh wellAnd there was a time when all I wanted Was my ice cream cold in my little cream sodaOh well, oh wellAnd a wooden boxIn an alley full of rocksWas all I had to care aboutOh well, oh well, oh &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;Now my mind is filled with rubber tires And forest fires And whether I’m a liarAnd lots of other situations where I don’t knowWhat to do at which time God screams to me“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s nothing left for me to tell you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”Oh well, oh well, oh wellOh wellOh well, oh well, oh wellOh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-2160557846026168094?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2008/01/fell-in-love-with-sound.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/R6EC_oF_-KI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7GBmwd1Ayp4/s72-c/Artista2004622145635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-4888008773120910510</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-11T16:01:02.235-02:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Esta mañana madrugada esperaba el tren muy en el final del andén todavía oscuro cuando veo un perro  bastante grandecito  caminando por las vias y olfateando el piso todo distraido. Desde arriba , lógicamente sobre el andén, otro lo miraba desconcertado, moviendo la cola riendo como pensando: vos sabés que ahora viene el tren y ya tenés ubicado donde meterte no?&lt;br /&gt;Yo, miraba incrédula. Cómo puede ser un perro de su edad y con toda su calle tan colgado?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando vi la luz a lo lejos y acercándose sólo pude apretarme los audiculares en los oídos y mirar hacia adelante como una inútil maricona. Pero hubo una flaca digna de todo el respeto, que a la misma hora temprana y con la estación llena de zombies como yo, corrió a lo largo de todo el andén llamando al perrito gil y salvandole así la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ella perdió el tren y yo no, pero su vida tiene sentido che.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-4888008773120910510?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2008/01/esta-maana-madrugada-esperaba-el-tren.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-6055399882419591191</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-16T15:45:15.553-03:00</atom:updated><title>Jolene o Jolene?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8LEx8DfMf4&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0xd6d6d6&amp;amp;color2=" border="0" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Stripes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRITy-v0r7Y&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O Queen Adreena?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-6055399882419591191?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/12/jolene-o-jolene.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-1737887852084320804</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T23:42:45.309-03:00</atom:updated><title>Este chico es mi vida entera.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/R2CYyVkRJaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RR37AC_l8Sk/s1600-h/001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143278765007250850" style="FLOAT:right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/R2CYyVkRJaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RR37AC_l8Sk/s320/001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que me ama como yo a él,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no me cante esta canción hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;(además el pibe nunca tuvo miedo de la noche)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antony &amp;amp; the Jhonsons- You are my Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister, we were born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So innocent, so full of need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times we were friends but times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seemed to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the places that I feared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lived inside my world so softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protected only by the kindness of your nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister And I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt so differently then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So similar over the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we laugh the way we experience pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing left to gain from remembering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sister And I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this for you They're gonna come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gonna come true)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-1737887852084320804?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/12/este-chico-es-mi-vida-entera.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/R2CYyVkRJaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RR37AC_l8Sk/s72-c/001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-4290425297026827927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T15:26:06.571-03:00</atom:updated><title>Cosas que sí</title><description>ºsus abrazos son de lujo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºhuele deliciosamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºdice muchas pavadas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºsus gestos son graciosos y adorables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºsu voz de mina jodida :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºque me cante bajito&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ºsu pelo sauvage :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ºsus manos de nena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-4290425297026827927?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/12/cosas-que-s.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-3459147764368260346</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-26T17:48:14.828-03:00</atom:updated><title>Cosas que no</title><description>De &lt;a href="http://nounaovejamas.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Oveja.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No me deja cruzar la calle en paz. Me hace esperar la luz verde aunque no venga nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Me quita sobres de azúcar que corresponden a mi café. Disque sobran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Es inmune a las cosquillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No habla espontáneamente de sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Se quedó en la edad de los Por qué? , y peor aún, los Por qué no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien sabe si alguna es causal de divorcio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-3459147764368260346?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/11/cosas-que-no.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-4693726757012427995</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-23T18:16:30.758-03:00</atom:updated><title>Esto ya es rayano en el amor, Patricia</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/Rx5kTUtD6DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8XpaOckkCwA/s1600-h/postera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124643709132204082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/Rx5kTUtD6DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8XpaOckkCwA/s320/postera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7159892-4693726757012427995?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/10/esto-ya-es-rayano-en-el-amor-patricia.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/Rx5kTUtD6DI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8XpaOckkCwA/s72-c/postera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-5320645088205571172</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T16:40:37.991-03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>:P</category><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Supón que porque una supo hacer un poema pequeño y hermoso es poeta y que no fuera evidente que una ha devenido un coso -coso enamorado- capaz de pensotear y criticar y comparar mas no escribir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://zaidenwerg.blogspot.com/2005/08/lo-que-el-amor-les-hace-los-poetas.html"&gt;Lo que el amor les hace a los poetas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de Ezequiel Zaidenwerg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/7159892-5320645088205571172?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/10/lo-que-el-amor-les-hace-los-poetas.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-6143996327479954013</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2007 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-06T12:42:48.779-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Cinco que no logro juntar ganas de leer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Bukowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Galeano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Girondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco que si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Denevi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Conrado N. Roxlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Manuel Puig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Violette Leduc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Trakl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada, eso :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-6143996327479954013?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/10/cinco-que-no-logro-juntar-ganas-de-leer.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-7710968313606502618</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-27T20:52:19.936-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conozco cosa mas triste que no poder respetar a quien se ama. Pero a veces no tengo piedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La otra noche soñé que  "el hombre más cruel del mundo" intentaba abrir mi puerta , &lt;br /&gt;y yo, aterrada la mantenía cerrada con todo mi peso, y le decía &lt;br /&gt;"Algún día vas a pedir piedad y tampoco la vas a tener"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hace un rato se me ocurrió una interpretación que antes no. Ya veis por qué tengo miedo de las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;familias y los hijos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-7710968313606502618?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-conozco-cosa-mas-triste-que-no-poder.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-993448605619839065</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-19T15:01:21.664-03:00</atom:updated><title>Karen O + Peaches</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me encontré una canción de estas dos juntas &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/56830370/1004029.mp3.html"&gt;Backass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//Back off misfits, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot eat this kind of love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back off misfits,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; You shall not teach this kind of love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cannot teach, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cannot eat, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cannot love//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-993448605619839065?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/09/karen-o-peaches.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-4815501706626279405</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-18T15:48:03.197-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div&gt;Esas páginas de sólo mujeres , con relatos disque eróticos, con fotos de ojos rasgados, con la inevitable sección de "poesíaS", esos blogs lesbianos con links únicamente a más blogs lesbianos, esa larga lista de heroínas de lesbianas y de feministas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-4815501706626279405?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/09/esas-pginas-de-slo-mujeres-con-relatos.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-5607923260740064066</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-15T14:38:47.035-03:00</atom:updated><title>La pequeña tortita flequilluda</title><description>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a7/selfishfish/SP_A0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a7/selfishfish/SP_A0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;La pequeña tortita flequilluda en sala celeste, bien pudo haber sido protagonista de una película de terror japonesa.Además unos meses antes de sala celeste se quedó dormida en un asiento y cuando despertó el micro estaba cerrado,vacío y estacionado! EL terror para un niño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-5607923260740064066?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-pequea-tortita-flequilluda.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-1306822888321243317</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T18:58:10.997-03:00</atom:updated><title>The Cranes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RtiF0OCyiCI/AAAAAAAAADg/dEoMVq87ZWo/s1600-h/misc_prayer_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104977309793945634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RtiF0OCyiCI/AAAAAAAAADg/dEoMVq87ZWo/s320/misc_prayer_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yo no se qué me pasa con estas bandas de 3 + 1 chiquita loca. Pero miren esos rulos! Bajen más no sea &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/52546888/cranes_-_loved_-_lilies.rar.html"&gt;una&lt;/a&gt; canción!&lt;br /&gt;' Lillies ' La escuché hoy y lo supe, también me gustan los Cranes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-1306822888321243317?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/08/cranes.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RtiF0OCyiCI/AAAAAAAAADg/dEoMVq87ZWo/s72-c/misc_prayer_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-363708643758544218</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T19:22:57.635-03:00</atom:updated><title>Queen Adreena</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RtSZYuCyiBI/AAAAAAAAADU/d9Hg__NG6Q8/s1600-h/post-2-1161002896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103872927673255954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RtSZYuCyiBI/AAAAAAAAADU/d9Hg__NG6Q8/s320/post-2-1161002896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me gusta mucho esta banda. Ella ruge y hace berrinches, se arrastra sucia en el escenario y golpea a sus músicos. Katie no es downloadable(lamentablemente?) pero sus canciones &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/51918758/QA.rar.html"&gt;sí.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-363708643758544218?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/08/queen-adreena.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RtSZYuCyiBI/AAAAAAAAADU/d9Hg__NG6Q8/s72-c/post-2-1161002896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-1707603417024724333</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-24T14:46:00.727-03:00</atom:updated><title>It's been a long day</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/Rs8UKeCyh9I/AAAAAAAAACs/TGcis1J-Rs4/s1600-h/dolores_o_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102319072930072530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/Rs8UKeCyh9I/AAAAAAAAACs/TGcis1J-Rs4/s400/dolores_o_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No lo disfruté más porque estaba hasta acá de expectativas , y no dejaba de pensar ( alguien apagueme la cabeza) Pero ella , dioss! Estoy segura de que nadie se olvida de su voz ni de su sonrisa. Más le vale que vuelva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-1707603417024724333?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-long-day.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/Rs8UKeCyh9I/AAAAAAAAACs/TGcis1J-Rs4/s72-c/dolores_o_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-2392520442537862590</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-11T23:54:12.026-03:00</atom:updated><title>Qué dijo un gallego acerca de Dolores O'Riordan,describiéndola,sin querer, como un ser aún mas adorable de lo que alguien que la ama puede expresar?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Pues yo creo que está loca, y que siempre lo estuvo. Que me parece bien que venda esa imagen de mujer feliz hogareña, pero en realidad pienso que está bien jodida de la cabeza, como lo estuvo a los 25. Esos bailes que se curra encima del escenario solo los puede hacer una AUTENTICA ESQUIZOFRENICA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-2392520442537862590?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/08/qu-dijo-un-gallego-acerca-de-dolores.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-8659894874906853978</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T12:40:01.852-03:00</atom:updated><title>Mi esporido, o bien mi mariposa</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RprQ7HNf-dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VdAOmDIGxHs/s1600-h/SP_A0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087608443034925522" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RprQ7HNf-dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VdAOmDIGxHs/s200/SP_A0117.jpg" 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/7159892-8659894874906853978?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RprQ7HNf-dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VdAOmDIGxHs/s72-c/SP_A0117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-5062942794973744317</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-15T22:36:42.111-03:00</atom:updated><title>Las Olas</title><description>"Faltan aún horas y horas", dijo Rhoda,"para que llegue el momento en que pueda apagar la luz y yacer suspendida en la cama sobre el mundo,antes de que pueda permitir que mi árbol crezca,tembloroso, en las verdes espesuras de mi cabeza.Aquí no puedo dejarlo crecer.Alguien lo aplasta.Hacen preguntas,interrumpen, lo derriban."&lt;br /&gt;(V. Wolff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo pronto me conformo con encontrar voces, intenciones que &lt;strong&gt;me parece&lt;/strong&gt; se parecen a las propias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-5062942794973744317?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/07/las-olas.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-2674155804995557140</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-11T00:11:59.547-03:00</atom:updated><title>El post de la nieve</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRHIMQTPmI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y1VzYF276cM/s1600-h/SP_A0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRHIMQTPmI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y1VzYF276cM/s200/SP_A0113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085768085262253666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minovia, que se ve tanto como la nieve, pero como ésta, está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRHdsQTPnI/AAAAAAAAABk/PfnJwSeXM4g/s1600-h/SP_A0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRHdsQTPnI/AAAAAAAAABk/PfnJwSeXM4g/s200/SP_A0127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085768454629441138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquí se ve un poco más la nieve, pero ella también está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRIFcQTPoI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXW_Ee-BKF8/s1600-h/SP_A0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRIFcQTPoI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXW_Ee-BKF8/s200/SP_A0138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085769137529241218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-2674155804995557140?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-post-de-la-nieve.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUhOJhQ3oxo/RpRHIMQTPmI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y1VzYF276cM/s72-c/SP_A0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-1328187910760666243</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-08T17:32:34.859-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Yo no soy tímida, tengo mucha vergüenza que es muy otra cosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-1328187910760666243?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/07/yo-no-soy-tmida-tengo-mucha-vergenza.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-5942828959475694510</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-30T23:34:39.440-03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Alguien se tirará bajo un tren en el que nunca hubiera viajado?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-5942828959475694510?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/05/alguien-se-tirar-bajo-un-tren-en-el-que.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-2519183498810696202</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-29T13:22:52.751-03:00</atom:updated><title>No que sí?</title><description>Hoy es un aniversario hermoso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-2519183498810696202?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-que-s.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7159892.post-5447564232704648106</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-22T13:14:57.790-03:00</atom:updated><title>A So Us Song</title><description>(Air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am feeling very warm right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please dont disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am spacing out with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are the most beautiful entity that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ive ever dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At night I will protect you in your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be your angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You worry so much about not having enough time together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes no difference to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would be happy with just one minute in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets have an extended play together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Youre telling me that we live to far to love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But your love can stretch further than you and I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how does it make you feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you know when you look at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ive been waiting for you so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can drive on that road forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish you could exist to live on my planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well its very hard for me to say these things in your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how does it make you feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Well,i really think you should quit smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7159892-5447564232704648106?l=selfishfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://selfishfish.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-us-song.html</link><author>selfishfish@gmail.com (Selfish Fish)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>