<?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-5523431591751139399</id><updated>2012-01-02T20:26:40.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El arte de sacar las cosas de adentro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-6072834371097870709</id><published>2009-07-08T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:57:21.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no se</title><content type='html'>Es en momentos como ahroa cuando em siento totalmente atrapada en mis propias palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Es cuando mi ira brota  y llega un momento en el cual no puedo sostener la barrera y ...&lt;br /&gt;caos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me angustio yo, y a los demas.&lt;br /&gt;No a tantos, pero a los que mas amo.&lt;br /&gt;Y que se hace en estas situaciones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terapia 1 vez por semana...?&lt;br /&gt;No es suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito volver al blog donde puedo gritar libremente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diablos! &lt;br /&gt;Que hay dias como hoy en los que si pudiese me iria al infinito lejano si es que existe dicho lugar.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar cerca de nada ni de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estar por unas horas en una isla con mucha arena, cocos y jugo de naranja.&lt;br /&gt;Nada ni nadie ni problemas en mi cabeza que me atormenten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solamente el mar y yo.&lt;br /&gt;Y muchas horas de meditar que es lo que voy a hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma.&lt;br /&gt;Quizas lo tome mas con calma externamente.&lt;br /&gt;Pero aun no comprendo esta impune manera que tienen los seres humanos de relacionarse entre si, jodiendose la vida OBLIGATORIAMENTE.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo se.&lt;br /&gt;Muchos protocolos son desconocidos por mi.&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo.Pero tampoco me entiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de esto tiene coherencia, pero ahora al menos me sirve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-6072834371097870709?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/6072834371097870709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=6072834371097870709' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6072834371097870709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6072834371097870709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-se.html' title='no se'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-4868884648146460427</id><published>2009-01-25T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:16:27.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We’ll just be beginning...</title><content type='html'>When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Collect your things&lt;br /&gt;You’re coming with me&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;You tuckle up yourself with me&lt;br /&gt;Watch it as the stars disappear to nothing&lt;br /&gt;The day the world is over&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall&lt;br /&gt;We will rise as the building’s crumble&lt;br /&gt;Float there and watch it all&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the burning, we’ll be churning&lt;br /&gt;You know, love will be our wings&lt;br /&gt;The passion rises up from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna come with me&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to be crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like a river bends&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to float&lt;br /&gt;Through the criss cross of the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Watch them fade to nothing&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;You know that’s what’s happening now&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be there with you somehow, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to tie you up like a baby in a carriage car&lt;br /&gt;Your legs won’t work cause you want me so&lt;br /&gt;You just lie spread to the wall&lt;br /&gt;The love you got is surely&lt;br /&gt;All the love that I would ever need&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you by my side&lt;br /&gt;And love you tall, ‘til the world ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but don’t you worry about a thing&lt;br /&gt;No, 'cause I got you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you worry about a&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Floating through the empty, empty&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, graces&lt;br /&gt;Oh, grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when the world ends&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be burning one&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be sweet makin love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know when the world ends&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you aside and say&lt;br /&gt;Let’s watch it fade away, fade away&lt;br /&gt;And the world’s done&lt;br /&gt;Ours just begun&lt;br /&gt;It's done&lt;br /&gt;Ours just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna dive into the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;We'll be swimming&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to walk you through the pathless roads&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you to the top of the mountain that’s no longer there&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you to bed and love you, I swear&lt;br /&gt;Like the end is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you up to&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you down on you&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to hold you like an angel, angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to love you&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to love you&lt;br /&gt;When the world ends&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to hold you&lt;br /&gt;When the world is over&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just be beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxQFYeS5DoI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4868884648146460427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-just-be-beginning.html' title='We’ll just be beginning...'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5028185047081136129</id><published>2008-11-18T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:50:29.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SSLWIxiRM-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wxc71rDumig/s1600-h/__Freedom___by_MW_P_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SSLWIxiRM-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wxc71rDumig/s400/__Freedom___by_MW_P_R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270009960201270242" 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/5523431591751139399-5028185047081136129?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5028185047081136129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5028185047081136129' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5028185047081136129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5028185047081136129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-free.html' title='i am free'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SSLWIxiRM-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wxc71rDumig/s72-c/__Freedom___by_MW_P_R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-7278188382212983444</id><published>2008-11-04T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:06:23.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPETO</title><content type='html'>A la luna, como diosa inalcanzable, yo le ruego un poco más de inspiración&lt;br /&gt;      Y a los hombres compañeros en este viaje les exijo respeto&lt;br /&gt;      A la luna, como diosa inalcanzable, yo le ruego un poco más de inspiración&lt;br /&gt;      Y a los gauchos, compañeros en este baile, les ofrezco respeto&lt;br /&gt;      Exijo respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exijo respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exijo respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exijo respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exijo respeto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del disco Folklore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Escuchar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajar &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/150316617/Pez_-_2004_-__Folklore.rar"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long life a Pez.&lt;br /&gt;Por siempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-7278188382212983444?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/7278188382212983444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=7278188382212983444' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/7278188382212983444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/7278188382212983444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/11/respeto.html' title='RESPETO'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5153354607437513563</id><published>2008-11-03T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:15:27.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uptight</title><content type='html'>Es encesario ser tan malcogida?&lt;br /&gt;Que te crees que yo tampoco trabajo?&lt;br /&gt;Eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorante, negativa de mierda.&lt;br /&gt;Anda a ladrarle a los perros, imbecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tenes harta vos y tu ofuscamiento constante&lt;br /&gt;Hacele un favor al mundo y suicidate con una galletita de agua de esas q comes todo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no me lo puedo aguantar mas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5153354607437513563?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5153354607437513563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5153354607437513563' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5153354607437513563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5153354607437513563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/11/uptight.html' title='uptight'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3601514008709647326</id><published>2008-10-21T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:40:58.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;el evento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP51QDgkY6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/tryQIUCb6AA/s1600-h/zombi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP51QDgkY6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/tryQIUCb6AA/s320/zombi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259770333495583650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;el recorrido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP51QH9EkII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lx5-dcg0HoA/s1600-h/croquis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP51QH9EkII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lx5-dcg0HoA/s320/croquis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259770334688874626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al fin podre usar mi genial guia!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP52IkzkLKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t-Ejrwmv4G0/s1600-h/guia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP52IkzkLKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/t-Ejrwmv4G0/s320/guia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259771304506305698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que dicho sea de paso es uno de los regalos mas grosos que me hicieron en mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hablo de vos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Date por aludido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mas informacion, &lt;a href="http://zombiewalk.com.ar/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&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/5523431591751139399-3601514008709647326?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3601514008709647326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3601514008709647326' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3601514008709647326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3601514008709647326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SP51QDgkY6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/tryQIUCb6AA/s72-c/zombi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3317406961005116369</id><published>2008-10-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:03:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disclousure</title><content type='html'>No se si sera soberbia, o cansancio..&lt;br /&gt;Pero me cuesta muchisimo tolerar a mis compañeras de trabajo gran parte del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente somos personas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Se hacen demasiada malasangre por todo, y eso me consume indirectamente una inmensa cantidad de energia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te juro que muchas veces simplemente me gustaria trabajar desde casa solo para no soportar la mala onda ajena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-3317406961005116369?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3317406961005116369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3317406961005116369' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3317406961005116369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3317406961005116369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/10/disclousure.html' title='disclousure'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-2647861686358960002</id><published>2008-09-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:10:59.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buenos aires I</title><content type='html'>Considero (con amplia experiencia en ser aturdida) que;&lt;br /&gt;Las &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bocinas de los coches &lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los porteño&lt;/span&gt;s son 2 cosas q jamas se debieron haber juntado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De hecho se me ocurrio un proyecto de q todos los q importen coches a este pais, los traigan directamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt; dicho elemento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes cuantos saltariamos en una pata no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mucha contaminacion auditiva en el microcentro central de la capital capitalina buenosairense centralistica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-2647861686358960002?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/2647861686358960002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=2647861686358960002' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2647861686358960002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2647861686358960002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/09/buenos-aires-i.html' title='buenos aires I'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5435657504749275849</id><published>2008-09-11T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:22:25.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning costs III</title><content type='html'>Como perder la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tarjeta de debito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;credencial de la obra social&lt;/span&gt; (llegada hace menos de 1 semanapor correo)&lt;br /&gt;+la plata que tenia para sacar la entrada de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kusturica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en solo 3 pasos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Guarde sus pertenencias en exacamente el mismo bolsillo del MISMO jean con el cual perdio sus pertenencias &lt;a href="http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-costs-ii.html"&gt;anteriormente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Viaje en bici, olvidandose que tiene dichas pertenencias el bolsillo.&lt;br /&gt;3) Trate de buscarlos cuando llega a su clase de yoga y se esta cambiando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5435657504749275849?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5435657504749275849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5435657504749275849' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5435657504749275849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5435657504749275849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-costs-iii.html' title='learning costs III'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-559231546854791726</id><published>2008-09-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:59:19.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SMaAjkoDYHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GIzNM_xWg8U/s1600-h/17881926_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SMaAjkoDYHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GIzNM_xWg8U/s320/17881926_400x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244020164734967922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que admitir que estuve algo ofuscada estos dias, junte muchas cosas y en cierto punto explote.&lt;br /&gt;Aguante demasiada mierda ajena y me contamine con cierta angustia que me generaron situaciones plenas de injusticia. Y todos sabemos lo fea y sucia que la injusticia suele ser. Y como nos hace sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeeeero en cierta manera todo esto me hizo bien, y saque toda esa porqueria y la traduje en cosas utiles. Y aprendi muchisimo.&lt;br /&gt;Y me sirvio bastante para mirar las cosas de manera mas objetiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi que ya no me voy a masocar por las cosas que me molestan.&lt;br /&gt;Y empece a enfoncar toda esa bronca en cosas positivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aparentemente esta funcionando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SMaAjzM3K_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/FfYd6os2Gh8/s1600-h/CalvinHobbsCalmDown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SMaAjzM3K_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/FfYd6os2Gh8/s320/CalvinHobbsCalmDown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244020168647453682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mate a nadie&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-559231546854791726?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/559231546854791726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=559231546854791726' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/559231546854791726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/559231546854791726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/09/feedback.html' title='feedback'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SMaAjkoDYHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GIzNM_xWg8U/s72-c/17881926_400x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-6675924470949969945</id><published>2008-09-01T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:26:37.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desmotiveiyon</title><content type='html'>wow si que estaba enojada en elpost anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora y hace unas cuantas semanas, simplemente estoy desmotivada.&lt;br /&gt;Mi trabajo es aburrido, no me genera ningun tipo de dessafio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente siento que podria estar haciendo TANTAS cosas utiles en lugar de esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno el mercado laboral es cruel, y ni bien empezas en ciertos rubros son pocas las posibilidades que te dan para crecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freelansear se ha dicho!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-6675924470949969945?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/6675924470949969945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=6675924470949969945' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6675924470949969945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6675924470949969945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/09/desmotiveiyon.html' title='desmotiveiyon'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3856897298076116913</id><published>2008-08-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:20:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ira a secas</title><content type='html'>Si hay algo que me hierve la sangre es la injusticia.&lt;br /&gt;El hecho de trabajar como negra, haciendole ganar LIBRAS ESTERLINAS a empresas de europa sabiendo que a mi me pagan 2 mangos, es algo que no contribuye a mi paz mental ni a mi humor.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente ya no se que mas hacer. &lt;br /&gt;No sentirse escuchada, creo q es una de las cosas mas feas que t pueden pasar, junto a eso la falta de respeto y el boludeo.&lt;br /&gt;Que en mi trabajo ya son moneda corriente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienso acostumbrarme a que me metan el dedo en el trasero.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar..esperar, aguantar... siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora..... cuando me van a escuchar y me van a dar una respuesta?&lt;br /&gt;Maldito capitalismo en el cual siempre gana el amiguismo, el favoritismo, los maldigo a uds.... gente a cargo que tiene el tupe de mirarnos desde aquel "arriba" solo por usar traje y corbata; hijos de puta!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nos exprimen y sacan provecho de nuestra miseria, de nuestra poca salud mental.&lt;br /&gt;Cerdos.&lt;br /&gt;Sepan que los odio con todas mis fuerzas y les deseo lo peor.&lt;br /&gt;Por boludearme, por forrearme, por no darme una respuesta y pretender que pueda mantenerme con  mil y pico de pesos cuando el pais se va a la mierda, vivo sola y encima en microcentro donde cobran todo precio turista; encima dandome mas trabajo y menos tiempo para respirar. &lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto cuando llegara el dia en el que me tomen en serio y me dejen de joder la paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;Y me paguen lo que me corresponde. &lt;br /&gt;No pretendo que me paguen fortunas.&lt;br /&gt;Solo lo que me corresponde.&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto porque a "algunos" amigos de los jefes les pagan 8 lucas y a mi me siguen tomando el pelo de esta manera tan exageradamente atroz; de repente, paro y pienso.... "esto es el extremo".&lt;br /&gt;Asi cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(si no me descargo aca, creo q voy a explotar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-3856897298076116913?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3856897298076116913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3856897298076116913' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3856897298076116913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3856897298076116913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/08/ira-secas.html' title='ira a secas'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3940045569642281788</id><published>2008-08-12T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:38:51.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sin planearlo</title><content type='html'>A veces cuando una menos se lo propone, el pasado vuelve&lt;br /&gt;en forma de personas; &lt;br /&gt;con las cuales conviviste cierta epoca de tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;Y te sorprende.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos lo esperas.&lt;br /&gt;Aparecen como fantasmas que vuelven al plano tangible.&lt;br /&gt;Haciendote acordar que ya curaste unos cuantos rencores.&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno, eso forma parte de crecer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-3940045569642281788?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3940045569642281788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3940045569642281788' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3940045569642281788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3940045569642281788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/08/sin-planearlo.html' title='sin planearlo'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-2630776174543061527</id><published>2008-07-30T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:55:36.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>una cuestion de respeto</title><content type='html'>Me pregunto que tan lindo seria que nos aguarden los doctores en una fucking sala de espera hasta ser atendidos.&lt;br /&gt;Ellos a nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;Durante ilimitadas horas.&lt;br /&gt;A ver si les gustaria que les hagan perder tiempo preciado de sus vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que como no tengo un doctorado, mi tiempo no vale acaso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-2630776174543061527?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/2630776174543061527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=2630776174543061527' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2630776174543061527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2630776174543061527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-cuestion-de-respeto.html' title='una cuestion de respeto'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-8046938689999184983</id><published>2008-07-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:56:46.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOwACWYl8rM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOwACWYl8rM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dead as dead can be,” my doctor tells me&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will walk away and say, “You disappoint me,”&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic&lt;br /&gt;I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been&lt;br /&gt;It's your right and your ability&lt;br /&gt;To become…my perfect enemy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up (we'll catch you) and face me (come one now),&lt;br /&gt;Don’t play dead (don't play dead)&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe (because maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’ll (someday I'll) walk away and say, “You disappoint me,”&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way&lt;br /&gt;You’re better of this; you’re better off this;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up (can't you) and face me (come on now),&lt;br /&gt;Don’t play dead (don't play dead)&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe (because maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’ll (someday I'll) walk away and say, “You fucking disappoint me!”&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re better off this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and play dead&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can hear this&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and play dead&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you turn and face me?&lt;br /&gt;You fucking disappoint me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive aggressive bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh APC. Te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-8046938689999184983?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/8046938689999184983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=8046938689999184983' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/8046938689999184983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/8046938689999184983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/temon.html' title='temon'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-1716351713114852220</id><published>2008-07-15T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:28:05.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>una imagen vale mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SHzsFVDM0iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6L8FPuDZs-A/s1600-h/DSC07233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SHzsFVDM0iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6L8FPuDZs-A/s320/DSC07233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223309244137001506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-1716351713114852220?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/1716351713114852220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=1716351713114852220' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/1716351713114852220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/1716351713114852220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-imagen-vale-mas.html' title='una imagen vale mas'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SHzsFVDM0iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6L8FPuDZs-A/s72-c/DSC07233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-4142974639920668347</id><published>2008-07-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:55:56.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning costs II</title><content type='html'>bueno hablando de eso, quien perdio el dni, la tarjeta de debito y 100 pesos todo de una...&lt;br /&gt;insiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprender cuesta caro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota mental:Prestar atencion al andar en bici con cosas importantes en el bolsillo del jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que colgada...&lt;br /&gt;mi cabeza estaba en otra frecuencia, cuando surgio la perdicion de pertenencias..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-4142974639920668347?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/4142974639920668347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=4142974639920668347' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4142974639920668347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4142974639920668347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-costs-ii.html' title='learning costs II'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-8086284961154541890</id><published>2008-07-07T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:50:54.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning costs</title><content type='html'>Las expectativas con respecto al evento a realizar, organizado por mi eran grandisimas. EN mi cabeza giraba esta idea de diversion, belleza auditiva, intercambio de dialogo, en fin... espontaneidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite a gente que no deberia.&lt;br /&gt;Permiti insoportabilidad auditiva, tolere demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;No puse limites en el momento justo.&lt;br /&gt;Quise encargarme de todo tanto, que no pude disfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;Espere que vengan aquellas personas que sabia que iban a fallarme. &lt;br /&gt;Me amargue por esos que me fallaron.&lt;br /&gt;Y que en el fondo, sabia que iban a hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sobredosis de tratar de encajar, me llevo a un estado de ira asombroso.&lt;br /&gt;Estado de ira, que aliviane con drogas para evitar un ataque de panico, y/o asesinato en masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi:&lt;br /&gt;Que a veces es mejor "ser un poco mas egoista"&lt;br /&gt;Que ciertas personas que no valen la pena, NO valen mi tiempo, NI mi organizacion.&lt;br /&gt;Que no tiene sentido dejar que me pisen la cara sinh acer nada. Si yo no pongo un parate, nadie lo va a hacer por mi.&lt;br /&gt;Que no se puede esperar peras del olmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no todo es malo, eh. Hubieron momentos buenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el precio que una tiene que pagar para aprender ciertas cosas es abundantemente alto&lt;br /&gt;Ya abone la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;y ahora que la miro.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; siento haber entendido MUCHAS COSAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces todo eso tuvo un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sentido.&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/5523431591751139399-8086284961154541890?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/8086284961154541890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=8086284961154541890' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/8086284961154541890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/8086284961154541890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-costs.html' title='learning costs'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-6285923581450176649</id><published>2008-07-03T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:33:29.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insoportable</title><content type='html'>"yo yo yo yo yo yo yo...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pudre tanto la gente que piensa que es mejor que los demas por tener tal o cual cosa o ser mas por tener tal o cual talento..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo unico que escuchas despues de un rato es... "bla bla bla bla bla bla ........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la gente soberbia hay que sacarla a patadas en el orto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-6285923581450176649?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/6285923581450176649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=6285923581450176649' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6285923581450176649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6285923581450176649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/07/insoportable.html' title='insoportable'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-2558813404522457282</id><published>2008-06-26T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:18:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensar hace mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Lo mejor que podes hacer, es dejar que la vida te fluya"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PIENSES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-2558813404522457282?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/2558813404522457282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=2558813404522457282' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2558813404522457282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2558813404522457282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/pensar-hace-mal.html' title='pensar hace mal'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3449017428409396817</id><published>2008-06-20T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:45:59.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hsah2xgEHxc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hsah2xgEHxc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me digas que no es increible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-3449017428409396817?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3449017428409396817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3449017428409396817' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3449017428409396817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3449017428409396817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/genial.html' title='genial'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5683250456301219811</id><published>2008-06-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:51:30.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un poquito de vanidad</title><content type='html'>Es increible lo terapeutico que puede ser para una mujer ir de compras.&lt;br /&gt;Y conseguir las mejores botas del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Y la mejor pollera de corderoy que hace juego con las mejores botas del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5683250456301219811?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5683250456301219811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5683250456301219811' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5683250456301219811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5683250456301219811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/cuero.html' title='un poquito de vanidad'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-1879614722542324500</id><published>2008-06-17T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:53:43.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interrogantes</title><content type='html'>A ver. &lt;br /&gt;Pasaron ya........ muchos meses.&lt;br /&gt;Medio año?&lt;br /&gt;Si.&lt;br /&gt;Por que no me olvido de el?&lt;br /&gt;Por que fue al ultimo al que quise heavy?&lt;br /&gt;Por que no hubo nadie en el medio que me despeje de ese pensamiento?&lt;br /&gt;Por que en realidad no es cariño, sino obstinamiento en tener a quien no se puede?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que quiero saber que es de su vida, con quien esta y a la vez, no quiero.....se lo que me va a doler admitir que cada uno siguio con su vida. Contradiccion andante. Pensamiento porqueria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No merece que lo piense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que estoy aburrida hace mucho y mi cerebro se acostumbro a derivar todas las conclusiones de la misma manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero es que no pasa nada. De nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y a lo ultimo que vivimos nos attacheamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamiento porqueria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-1879614722542324500?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/1879614722542324500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=1879614722542324500' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/1879614722542324500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/1879614722542324500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/interrogantes.html' title='interrogantes'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5486924558987568758</id><published>2008-06-13T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:38:28.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indudable</title><content type='html'>Una aprende de los errores de los padres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una aprende de los errores propios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una aprende.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5486924558987568758?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5486924558987568758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5486924558987568758' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5486924558987568758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5486924558987568758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/indudable.html' title='indudable'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-6210521867907434517</id><published>2008-06-10T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:16:35.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arcade</title><content type='html'>Soy una tipa con marcas. Apasionada por lo que hago. Dedicada a lo que me interesa. Algo colgada y olvidadiza quizas, mas de lo que planeo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre fui y sere alguien que piensa en los demas tanto como en mi misma. Quizas a veces hasta me olvido un poco de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Pero trato de volver al camino siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persona agradable al conversar, nunca me quedo sin topicos para hablar.  &lt;br /&gt;Pensante y dada. Inteligente. &lt;br /&gt;Multifacetica.&lt;br /&gt;Idependiente y solitaria. &lt;br /&gt;Con bastante sabiduria en el sistema. &lt;br /&gt;La calle, la fui agarrando con el correr de los malos tragos, como todos. Aprendi muchas cosas. Me queda muchisimo mas. Muchisimo. Pero es un comienzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En muchos aspectos adorable, simpatica y graciosa. En otros simplemente odiosa, irreverente, ludica y ridiculamente acida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persona que disfruta de lo intimo casi como cualquiera o mas.&lt;br /&gt;Persona obsesiva muchos dias a la semana.&lt;br /&gt;Totalmente vaga a veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero....... si hay algo que no puedo describir es lo que me rodea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente no puedo confiar ni depender de nadie. &lt;br /&gt;Simplemente no esta bajo mi control. &lt;br /&gt;Simplemente no se si sucedera. No se delegar. Si no lo hago por mi misma no estoy por completo segura que se va a llevar a cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ganas de gritar y la puta autoestima avisa su llegadan; dependiendo del dia, inunda la habitacion o la seca de la manera mas frivola posible.&lt;br /&gt;Y necesito sentir que algo es real.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito despertarme a la maañana e ir a trabajar, sabiendo que algo va a pasar. Necesito romper esta rutina y que algo me haga despertar de esto que no termina de definirse ni en sueño ni en pesadilla. &lt;br /&gt;El limbo no es para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es infelicidad. Es una necesidad de sentir vivir soñar con otros sabores. Es que hay tantos ahi afuera! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es angustia, no es tristeza. Es un desahogo introspectivo.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito que algo me demuestre que todo esto no va a seguir igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que el libreto va a cambiar, que ciertos personajes finalmente se van a morir y nuevos van a aparecer de improvisto, sin que nadie se lo espere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como en un juego. &lt;br /&gt;Donde no sabes que te espera el proximo nivel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-6210521867907434517?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/6210521867907434517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=6210521867907434517' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6210521867907434517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6210521867907434517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/arcade.html' title='arcade'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-4855160119976050514</id><published>2008-06-08T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:28:43.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok computer</title><content type='html'>Creo que paso mucho tiempo en la pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya sea la wikipedia o grabar dividis, o buscar informacion sobre las series o hechos que me interesan, siento que en realidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; es la pc la que pasa mucho tiempo enfrente mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-4855160119976050514?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/4855160119976050514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=4855160119976050514' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4855160119976050514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4855160119976050514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-computer.html' title='ok computer'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-4678647501446765143</id><published>2008-06-05T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:41:49.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la estrella que da calor</title><content type='html'>La vi el otro dia y tenia el post en borrador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4KprgSsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Up-khjDX4RQ/s1600-h/sunshine_ver4_001.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4KprgSsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Up-khjDX4RQ/s320/sunshine_ver4_001.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208404355947973314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una pelicula de nuestro querido &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000965/"&gt;Danny Boyle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Entretiene. No defrauda. Se la banca.&lt;br /&gt;Una fotografia alucinante. La increible musica indicada y precisa, clasico de Boyle, bien puesta. Un argumento que te da un poquito de vuelta de tuerca. Me gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4aprgStI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3soch9-qNkE/s1600-h/Sunshine-image-6866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4aprgStI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3soch9-qNkE/s320/Sunshine-image-6866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208404630825880274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las performances de los sus favoritos Cillian Murphy y Rose Byrne. Oh los queremos a los 2. Me sorprendio verlo al chico fuego Chris Evans. Buen desempeño.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4x5rgSuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xsDqHGdcuN0/s1600-h/Sunshine-image-6863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4x5rgSuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xsDqHGdcuN0/s320/Sunshine-image-6863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208405030257838818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca un tema que nos interesa.&lt;br /&gt;El ser humano es hijo del rigor. Y como siempre hasta que no se este en plena amenaza directa contra nuestra existencia, no hacemos nada para cambiarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf6XJrgSwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P6bBbMXRTm4/s1600-h/sunshine33qz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf6XJrgSwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/P6bBbMXRTm4/s320/sunshine33qz5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208406769719593730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es algo que nos puede hacer reflexionar, (a los que gusten, claro) porque aca nos damos cuenta de que vamos a destruir el planeta y exprimirlo hasta que no de mas, para asi justificar ir a otro planeta. Para exprimirlo como a la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;O, como en este caso ir hasta sol, e instalarle un cachirulo, para impedir que se muera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf45JrgSvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZLQYGVncaMY/s1600-h/Sunshine-image-6861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf45JrgSvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZLQYGVncaMY/s320/Sunshine-image-6861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208405154811890418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendeited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-4678647501446765143?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/4678647501446765143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=4678647501446765143' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4678647501446765143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/4678647501446765143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-estrella-que-da-calor.html' title='la estrella que da calor'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEf4KprgSsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Up-khjDX4RQ/s72-c/sunshine_ver4_001.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5916697464897684831</id><published>2008-06-03T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:40:15.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carta</title><content type='html'>Estimada compañia universal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les pido porfavor que me envien un tecnico a la brevedad, ya que necesito que me saquen el "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iman para giles&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; marca pelotudo &lt;/span&gt;que me han implantado al mejor estilo matrix, sin consentimiento en mi sistema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veran, no me agrada estar cerca de personas con pedo liquido cerebral, carentes de todo sentido comun y dueños de comportamientos nefastos e inutilidad constante; realmente perjudica mucho mi humanidad. &lt;br /&gt;Ademas estorban, y son muchos! por lo cual a veces se complica evadirlos.&lt;br /&gt;Les pido que lo hagan lo antes posible, ya que mi tolerancia ha bajado considerablemente... dada la aparicion multiplicada de dichos personajes.&lt;br /&gt;Si no quieren que haga la gran &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0001801/"&gt;Beatrix Kiddo&lt;/a&gt; por favor, agradeceria vengan a solucionar este problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchisimas gracias &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna Pinciotti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEXIC5rgSrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UxXsE8NViDk/s1600-h/logis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEXIC5rgSrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UxXsE8NViDk/s200/logis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207788496292432562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5916697464897684831?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5916697464897684831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5916697464897684831' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5916697464897684831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5916697464897684831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/06/carta.html' title='carta'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEXIC5rgSrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UxXsE8NViDk/s72-c/logis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3314278347661343894</id><published>2008-05-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:47:57.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi piace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEAVC5rgR-I/AAAAAAAAABk/3DS7LKyU4fo/s1600-h/pincel_25528022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEAVC5rgR-I/AAAAAAAAABk/3DS7LKyU4fo/s320/pincel_25528022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206184308827506658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH la lisergia.!&lt;br /&gt;Que bueno es hacer lo que uno tiene ganas.&lt;br /&gt;Manejar la vida a gusto y piacere sin importar lo que el resto piense/opine.&lt;br /&gt;Porque viste que todo el mundo siempre tiene algo para decir del otro. Eso tanto no me gusta. &lt;br /&gt;Igual hasta ahora no canto en el subte/calle.&lt;br /&gt;Pero si hay algo que me encanta es dibujar. No entiendo prque deje pasar tantos años antes de volver a esta actividad tan sana. No era muy dificil. Simplemente comprar hojas/cartulinas pinturas... aun debo  recomponer mi coleccion de pinceles, que bastante rock tuvieron a lo largo de los años. Que caros estan los pinceles. Y todo. &lt;br /&gt;Esta bueno colgarse hasta las 2 de la mañana haciendo algo que nos hace feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Por mas que no haya aspirado la casa, ordenado la ropa o hecho la cama. (oh a quien engaño, nunca la hago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, molto mi piace molto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-3314278347661343894?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3314278347661343894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3314278347661343894' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3314278347661343894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3314278347661343894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-piace.html' title='mi piace'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SEAVC5rgR-I/AAAAAAAAABk/3DS7LKyU4fo/s72-c/pincel_25528022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-1184284845479505231</id><published>2008-05-28T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:51:11.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cadena</title><content type='html'>Hoy me acordaba de parte de una conversacion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Es que es una cadena de noncorrespondencia, en la cual estamos pegados, y tenemos que lidiar con los mamos de esa persona que aun no puede dejar ir a esa otra persona y lastima al nuevo individuo. Ademas es como que nunca termina, porque siempre hay alguien mas por el/la cual se esta pachucho. Y nunca encajan los bloques. &lt;br /&gt;Deberiamos encontrar a las primeras personas que iniciaron todo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-1184284845479505231?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/1184284845479505231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=1184284845479505231' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/1184284845479505231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/1184284845479505231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/05/cadena.html' title='cadena'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-6051197113694947930</id><published>2008-05-23T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:19:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><content type='html'>Era muy necesario que seas gay, flaco?&lt;br /&gt;no hay suficiente gente puta en el mundo ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARAJO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a ir a vivir a una isla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-6051197113694947930?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/6051197113694947930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=6051197113694947930' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6051197113694947930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6051197113694947930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/05/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-431784312257414027</id><published>2008-05-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:24:37.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frases</title><content type='html'>Cuando se esta a las 4.30 de la mañana tomando algo por ahi con una gran amiga y se charlan de ciertas personas...&lt;br /&gt;una llega a la conclusion de que que hay gente que junto a vos tiene&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;una cita pendiente con las sabanas&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es asi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-431784312257414027?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/431784312257414027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=431784312257414027' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/431784312257414027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/431784312257414027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/05/frases.html' title='frases'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-7311734329034753117</id><published>2008-05-13T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:45:17.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off the record</title><content type='html'>las chivas, las patillas y las barbas de varios dias... &lt;br /&gt;suelen ser...&lt;br /&gt;en ciertos especimenes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muy atractivas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-7311734329034753117?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/7311734329034753117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=7311734329034753117' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/7311734329034753117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/7311734329034753117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-record.html' title='off the record'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-2143952209475288450</id><published>2008-05-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T06:14:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>esta vez</title><content type='html'>De pronto ya no se que pasa en mi,&lt;br /&gt;de pronto ya no se quien soy,&lt;br /&gt;de pronto ya no reconozco nada&lt;br /&gt;de lo que un día fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me pregunto que cambio dentro de mi,&lt;br /&gt;hoy me pregunto a donde voy,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez no existen las respuestas&lt;br /&gt;para lo que intento resolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ves vengo buscando el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;esta ves lo intentare otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;esta ves sin mas yo tratare de hacerlo bien,&lt;br /&gt;si la vida me regala otra oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto ya no se que pasa en mi,&lt;br /&gt;de pronto ya no se quien soy,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez no existen las respuestas&lt;br /&gt;para lo que intento resolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ves no quiero otra ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;esta ves lo intentare otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;esta ves ni mas yo tratare de hacerlo bien,&lt;br /&gt;si la vida me regala otra oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SBYX9CJwnPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KA9JpTgLUjg/s1600-h/cafeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SBYX9CJwnPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KA9JpTgLUjg/s320/cafeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194365557535710450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escuchar esto por florida y caer en la cuenta de miles de cosas, es como...&lt;br /&gt;muy CAFETA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-2143952209475288450?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/2143952209475288450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=2143952209475288450' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2143952209475288450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2143952209475288450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/esta-vez.html' title='esta vez'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SBYX9CJwnPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KA9JpTgLUjg/s72-c/cafeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-2232807088324979886</id><published>2008-05-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:55:16.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoffman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/spanish/misc/newsid_7374000/7374987.stm"&gt;Esto&lt;/a&gt;, me puso triste.&lt;br /&gt;Porque se muere gente grosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-2232807088324979886?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/2232807088324979886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=2232807088324979886' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2232807088324979886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2232807088324979886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoffman.html' title='hoffman'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-8085582169254199032</id><published>2008-04-28T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:28:11.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ost</title><content type='html'>Mi vida esta musicalizada y la misma determina mis estados de animos, los incrementa, los describe y hasta los cambia para bien... gran parte de las veces.&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que entre mi obsesion por el cine, y por la musica, sale una freakie, que ve su vida como una pelicula todo el tiempo-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces me pasa que voy andando en bici escuchando &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Dave+Matthews+Band/_/Grey+Street"&gt;grey street&lt;/a&gt;, de Dave Matthews Band y me alegra la vida, me hace sentir que mi sabado empieza de la mejor manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en el laburo, 2 temas en particular hicieron que mi mañana realmente armoniosa.&lt;br /&gt;Uno es de The shins, se llama&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/The+Shins/_/Caring+Is+Creepy"&gt; caring is creepy&lt;/a&gt;, que ademas de ser una hermosura de tema, tiene una letra preciosa, digna de ser &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Caring-Is-Creepy-lyrics-The-Shins/61ADEA524B85314248256C6F002C484A"&gt;vista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y otra es una de The New Pornoghaphers,  se llama &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/The+New+Pornographers/_/Mass+Romantic"&gt;mass romantic&lt;/a&gt;, dando titulo a su disco y es como uno de esos temas que te generan esa buena vibra para continuar tu mañana. Tambien cuando vas caminando por la calle asi re hippie por la vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-8085582169254199032?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/8085582169254199032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=8085582169254199032' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/8085582169254199032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/8085582169254199032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/ost.html' title='ost'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-9170315537555667727</id><published>2008-04-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:16:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incomoda</title><content type='html'>Como me hubiese gustado, que todo ese cariño, todos esos perros, esas ganas de estar conmigo, esa espera, esa determinacion, ese valor que me tenes, y todo eso que me dijiste el otro dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sea correspondido....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero lamentablemente no es asi.&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso. "Como me gustaria que eso que vivi, proveniese de esa persona que yo quiero."&lt;br /&gt;Que loco que es todo, ciertos tipos estan pendientes de ciertas cosas, yo a veces me hago la tonta.&lt;br /&gt;Pero llega un punto en el cual ya las situaciones no dan para mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo puedo ofrecer cierta amistad. Mas de eso no.&lt;br /&gt;Es realmente una pena.&lt;br /&gt;Una pena con nombre y apellido.&lt;br /&gt;Pero .....por algo paso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoname.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SBCkOCJwnOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DYoJkiRL5qU/s1600-h/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/SBCkOCJwnOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DYoJkiRL5qU/s200/ouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192830931361111266" 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/5523431591751139399-9170315537555667727?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/9170315537555667727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=9170315537555667727' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/9170315537555667727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/9170315537555667727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/incomoda.html' title='incomoda'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3966828499798298551' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3966828499798298551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3966828499798298551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/dificile.html' title='cuesta!'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5246893121639179031</id><published>2008-04-18T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:10:08.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juana</title><content type='html'>Este es un blog que tiene de todo, no solo reflexiones... asi que les dejo esta genialidad que nos dio la tele hace unos cuantos años, cuando yo era pequeniña...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrPk3f2lLJk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrPk3f2lLJk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me acorde de lo mucho que me hacia reir esta muchacha.&lt;br /&gt;Que idola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Si no puede parar con la parleta agregue callaboc sobre su jeta!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5246893121639179031?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5246893121639179031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5246893121639179031' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5246893121639179031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5246893121639179031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/juana.html' title='juana'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-6509823065040040799</id><published>2008-04-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:54:17.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cruda realidad</title><content type='html'>Una gran amiga mia, ayer confirmo algo que me dio algo de miedo... y fue lo siguiente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tu problema es que no aceptas la realidad, sino no la criticarias..... de todo el mundo el 90% de la gente es idiota, y solo un 10% tiene cerebro, y que encima estan diseminados en toooodo el mundo, y esperas cruzarte con gente inteligente, que valga la pena, que te guste, y que te quiera? aca? .. nena yo te quiero, vales oro, sos una mina increible y todo, pero deja de esperar utopias, conformate con poco, porque te vas a morir de angustia sino..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(comico)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-6509823065040040799?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/6509823065040040799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=6509823065040040799' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6509823065040040799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/6509823065040040799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/cruda-realidad.html' title='cruda realidad'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-3286234833259492879</id><published>2008-04-11T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:14:01.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>festivali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_9yDsksmcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJ6CXAXyQx0/s1600-h/cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_9yDsksmcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJ6CXAXyQx0/s320/cover.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187990703584352706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro dia fui a mi primer BAFICI.&lt;br /&gt;Y que manera de debutar! con &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0464022/"&gt;Glastonbury&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me gustó. Me gustó Me gustó.&lt;br /&gt; Completo, histórico, irónico. Con muchas mandadas al frente, mucho espíritu, algo bastante de hippismo, y mucha música.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantó el cierre con Bowie.&lt;br /&gt;Igual hacia friiiio en el cineeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Me dan ganas de ir a un retiro espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;2) Quiero una campiña en Europa (¡?)&lt;br /&gt;3) Faltaron apariciones de garbage y muse, flojo ahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dejo algunas palabras de su directora Julien Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you think film festivals are exhausting, that's because you've never been to rock-and/or-pop festival, really exhausting marathons indeed, you just have to be standing up (under the sun or under the rain, always in the open) or walking from one stage to another, listening to a band while another one is playing, and you have the certainty that the other one won't be repeating their concert, eating sub-sub-Subway sandwiches, and in 12-hour days which tend to end at dawn. Mega festivals are extenuating, psychopathic, and beautiful. Temple accomplishes to capture all of this and more, focusing on Glastonbury, the dean of planetary festivals. The film is kaleidoscopic and disperse, it's sticky and insistent, one hates being there but would also hate not being there. It's almost like an actual festival, the closest to that experience cinema has ever been. Which bands play? Which songs? Who cares! You're in Glasto, man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-3286234833259492879?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/3286234833259492879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=3286234833259492879' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3286234833259492879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/3286234833259492879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/festivali.html' title='festivali'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_9yDsksmcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JJ6CXAXyQx0/s72-c/cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5456666632609139472</id><published>2008-04-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:03:14.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pregunto</title><content type='html'>Y después de tantas (tantas).... pero tan heavys decepciones, me pregunto...&lt;br /&gt;realmente es tan necesario el cachetazo tras cachetazo?&lt;br /&gt;Realmente vale tan poco mi tiempo? mis ganas?&lt;br /&gt;Hay vida en este planeta?&lt;br /&gt;Si mujeres tan maravillosas como Janis Joplin murieron solas... que garantia tengo de que a mi no me pase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas antes me censuraba, por no quedar mal... hoy ya no me interesa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tanta gente forra en el mundo que tiene amor (y correspondido)en el mundo...&lt;br /&gt;y tanta gente con mucho para dar, y una mala suerte increíble. &lt;br /&gt;Casi de pelicula.&lt;br /&gt;Todo bien con vos Dios o quien quiera que seas... pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me estas gastando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deja, nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5456666632609139472?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5456666632609139472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5456666632609139472' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5456666632609139472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5456666632609139472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/bajada-de-linea.html' title='pregunto'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-5816394555504833555</id><published>2008-04-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:07:33.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi eric foreman</title><content type='html'>Yo no busque nada. No force nada. Te guste, lo hiciste notar. Me invitaste a salir varias veces, me quisiste besar... te avise de antemano que no queria que me lastimen, te avise que estaba loca, que tenia mis mambos. Deje en claro muchas cosas. Y vos dijiste, "esta bien", no me importa. Dijiste que era hermosa, que no podias creer cuanta belleza tenias para vos. Yo estaba en una mezla entre sorpresa y felicidad. Es por eso que quizas ahora me doy cuenta de que te hice las cosas demasiado sencillas. Igual al principio no me gustabas. Te vi como un chico lejano a la distacia. Y que paradojico, porque en estos escasos meses, lo seguis siendo. Solo que ya no sos mio. Al segundo en el cual las cosas se pusieron algo complicadas, te fuiste. Me dejaste en el barco sola. Me empache de excusas mediocres como explicacion a tu lejania. Cuando estabamos juntos, tolere cosas que quizas no debia, aguante demasiado, me guarde tanto!. Y ahora siento como todo ese cariño que puse en vos, tengo que sacarlo. Asi como tu memoria. Y eso me duele. Y no quiero que me duelas mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-5816394555504833555?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/5816394555504833555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=5816394555504833555' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5816394555504833555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/5816394555504833555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/mi-eric-foreman.html' title='mi eric foreman'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5523431591751139399.post-2743836074010156744</id><published>2008-04-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:52:44.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguración</title><content type='html'>Este es mi blog.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí volcare todo pensamiento analítico que se me cruce por la cabeza, así no guardo cosas.&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dejo con una intensa e increible letra de un cantautor irlandés llamado Damien Rice.&lt;br /&gt;Representa a la perfeccion cosas que me andan pasando. Que mejor estreno que esto, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't hold yourself like that&lt;br /&gt;cause You'll hurt your knees&lt;br /&gt;well I kissed your mouth, and back&lt;br /&gt;But that's all I need&lt;br /&gt;Don't build your world around&lt;br /&gt;Volcanoes melt you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And What I am to you is not real&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you, you do not need&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you is not what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You give me miles and miles of mountains&lt;br /&gt;And I'll ask for the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw yourself like that&lt;br /&gt;In front of me&lt;br /&gt;I kissed your mouth, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Is that all you need?&lt;br /&gt;Don't drag my love around&lt;br /&gt;Volcanoes melt me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you is not real&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you, you do not need&lt;br /&gt;What I am to you is not what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;You give me miles and miles of mountains&lt;br /&gt;And I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;What I give to you is just what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing new, no, no just another phase of finding&lt;br /&gt;what I really need is what makes me bleed&lt;br /&gt;But like a new disease, Lord, she's still too young to treat&lt;br /&gt;Volcanoes melt you down&lt;br /&gt;She's still too young +what iam to you+you do not need+is not real&lt;br /&gt;I kissed your mouth&lt;br /&gt;You do not need me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De paso les dejo el video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmKVylIzmOE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UmKVylIzmOE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5523431591751139399-2743836074010156744?l=terapiayescritos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/feeds/2743836074010156744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5523431591751139399&amp;postID=2743836074010156744' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2743836074010156744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5523431591751139399/posts/default/2743836074010156744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terapiayescritos.blogspot.com/2008/04/inauguracin.html' title='Inauguración'/><author><name>Donna Pinciotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549634338914018989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OI0Sn17Lz2c/R_T11HAXTqI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/wDbiusrURSU/S220/s4_donna_without.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
