<?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-5166686</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:02.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMSUNS LOG</title><subtitle type='html'>LOG DE RAFAM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-5001891956411524977</id><published>2007-06-25T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:39:00.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jaguares - Hay Amores que MatanHay amores que esconden un suicidioHay amores que calman la calmaHay amores que nunca se conocenHay amores que sangran el caminoHay amores que elevan a los santosHay amores que lloran su dichaHay amores que niegan su nacimientoPero hay uno que es letal y es el tuyoAy! amores que matanAy! amor el tuyo mataAy! amores que matanPero el mio amor resucitaHay amores que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/5001891956411524977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/5001891956411524977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5001891956411524977' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-6346586571977372920</id><published>2007-04-23T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:04:37.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..gracias a tinokiev, nuevamente... y después de volar no me quiero bajar. Aún pienso mucho en ella, lo más lindo que encontré en el cielo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/6346586571977372920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/6346586571977372920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6346586571977372920' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-6402379110718461907</id><published>2007-03-12T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:07:23.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ...la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad, otra vez... ...¿Sentiste a los asuntos pendientes volver, hasta volverte muy loco?. Si resulta que sí, si podrás entender lo que me pasa a mi esta noche, me tocó crecer viendo a mi alrededor paranoia y dolor, la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad, otra vez... No me lastimes con tus crimenes perfectos, mientras la gente, indiferente, se da cuenta. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/6402379110718461907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/6402379110718461907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6402379110718461907' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-8373332224521947684</id><published>2007-03-02T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:44:00.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Sus ojos se cerraron el mundo sigue andando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/8373332224521947684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/8373332224521947684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8373332224521947684' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-117164059186011360</id><published>2007-02-16T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:09:31.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgias (1936) Enrique Cadicamo..escuche acáQuiero emborrachar mi corazonpara olvidar un loco amorque mas que amor es un sufrir...Y aqui vengo para eso,a borrar antiguos besosen los besos de otras bocas.Si su amor fue flor de un dia,por que causa es siempre miaesta cruel preocupacion.Quiero, por los dos, mi copa alzarpara olvidar mi obstinacion,y mas la vuelvo a recordar.Nostalgiasde escuchar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/117164059186011360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/117164059186011360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117164059186011360' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-116844520363372990</id><published>2007-01-10T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:06:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Cuesta vivir mucho más que morir " Ultrageno - Almuerzo EjecutivoToma este plato, cómete el cuento si no te lo comes,tu futuro es incierto. Aguántame, que no puedo vivir,ya la verdad se alejó de aquí.Cuesta el amor mucho más que dormir,peor para mí, peor para mí.Toma este plato, cómete el cuento si no te lo comes,tu futuro es incierto.Reventé y no me siento mal,también fueron todos los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116844520363372990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116844520363372990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116844520363372990' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-116679825719943757</id><published>2006-12-22T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:37:37.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Julio Flórez - Resurreciones Algo se muere en mí todos los días;la hora que se aleja me arrebata,del tiempo en la insonora catarata,salud, amor, ensueños y alegrías.Al evocar las ilusiones mías,pienso: "¡yo, no soy yo!" ¿por qué, insensata,la misma vida con su soplo matami antiguo ser, tras lentas agonías?Soy un extraño ante mis propios ojos,un nuevo soñador, un peregrinoque ayer pisaba flores y</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116679825719943757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116679825719943757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116679825719943757' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-116620816051814817</id><published>2006-12-15T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:59:56.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..Y.. Todo nuevamente.. Negro Sol, Sol de Llanto Sol negro, negra luz los perros vomitan plástico azul los relojes marchan al revés y el invierno aparece bajo tus pies. Siento vértigo siento vértigo Siento vértigo siento vértigo. hay un maldito ruído en éste gran carnaval (carnaval) y en el palacio de fuego hay un extraño animal que se apodera de ti que se apodera de mí negro sol negro sol, sol </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116620816051814817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116620816051814817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116620816051814817' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-116601417271238585</id><published>2006-12-13T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T07:49:32.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.. Y la Conclusión FinalSE HAN ENCONTRADO MUCHOS DEFECTOS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116601417271238585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116601417271238585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116601417271238585' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-116585253027540858</id><published>2006-12-11T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:56:27.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> TERMINOS DE REFERENCIA"....       7. Capacidad de trabajar bajo presión, fines de semana y feriados de ser necesario...."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116585253027540858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/116585253027540858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116585253027540858' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-115899964552342297</id><published>2006-09-23T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T03:20:45.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ECLIPSE DE SOL - VIERNES 3:14 AM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115899964552342297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115899964552342297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115899964552342297' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-115899954564978045</id><published>2006-09-23T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:58:21.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Nos sos vos soy yo "y no se  que paso, ni como... la angustia se transformó en dolory con mucho esfuerzo más.. logré que el dolor se conviertra en tristeza..y después de muchos meses pude despertarme un día sin sentir que mes faltabas y estaba todo bien"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115899954564978045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115899954564978045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115899954564978045' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-115505697595530269</id><published>2006-08-08T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:09:35.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115505697595530269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115505697595530269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115505697595530269' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-115047840930510104</id><published>2006-06-16T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:39:57.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "El mundo no es sólo Sol y Arco Iris.."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115047840930510104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/115047840930510104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115047840930510104' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114917179762122411</id><published>2006-06-01T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:23:17.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Nuevamente pirateando videos de por ahí.  Tomado de Aquí.Este me gusta mucho, Los Recochamboys. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114917179762122411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114917179762122411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114917179762122411' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114865498608292945</id><published>2006-05-26T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:59:15.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Video tomado de videoscheveres</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114865498608292945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114865498608292945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865498608292945' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114727856639762070</id><published>2006-05-10T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:29:26.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No acostumbro a hacer esto...pero bueno.. una foto de Mi sobrinita Isabela</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114727856639762070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114727856639762070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114727856639762070' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114623387703520030</id><published>2006-04-28T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:17:57.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GodzillaEchando una mano</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114623387703520030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114623387703520030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623387703520030' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114554685478861204</id><published>2006-04-20T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:37:58.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Las cosmópolis modernas no son más que una suma de individuos, un cementerio de vivos, donde se disuelven los valores..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114554685478861204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114554685478861204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114554685478861204' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114468012154457284</id><published>2006-04-10T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:42:01.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X Festival Iberoamericano de TeatroEl personaje del disfraz, bien podria ser yo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114468012154457284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114468012154457284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114468012154457284' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114467880304405819</id><published>2006-04-10T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:20:03.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No hay plan más hippieJejeje... definitivamente no hay plan más hippie que éste, visita al "Chorro de Quevedo", incluyendo espectáculo de saltimbanquis, maromeros y cuanto pelafo marihuanero se crea capaz de hacer piruetas. Lo mejor de todo es el cerco de pendejos (bueno, del cual hice parte) mirando alrededor y esperando por más de una hora al primer "inédito" capaz de desafiar las leyes de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114467880304405819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114467880304405819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114467880304405819' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114443651713777464</id><published>2006-04-07T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:01:57.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Con mi ángel guardian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114443651713777464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114443651713777464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114443651713777464' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-114372810826229401</id><published>2006-03-30T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T09:15:08.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya somos dos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114372810826229401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/114372810826229401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114372810826229401' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112914274487546792</id><published>2005-10-12T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:46:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y se me fué la señal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112914274487546792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112914274487546792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112914274487546792' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112914262605353152</id><published>2005-10-12T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:43:46.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnimalesCon frecuencia nos preguntamos cuál es el nombre de las voces o gritos de algunos animales. Pues aquí, apreciados lectores, tienen ustedes un apequeña lista de éstos, que pueden encontrar en algunos textos de redacción.Así, las aves de tierna edad pipían; al asno adulto rebuzna; el joven rozna; el búho chuchea; el caballo relincha, cuando resopla bufa; el canario, el jilguero y el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112914262605353152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112914262605353152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112914262605353152' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112914249531424257</id><published>2005-10-12T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:41:35.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Onces </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112914249531424257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112914249531424257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112914249531424257' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112741184598301639</id><published>2005-09-22T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:57:25.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112741184598301639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112741184598301639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112741184598301639' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112665758645223293</id><published>2005-09-13T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T19:26:26.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahora, además de todo me rompí la mula. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112665758645223293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112665758645223293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112665758645223293' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112596219543958666</id><published>2005-09-05T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:16:35.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por dentro - Manuel Altolaguirre Mis ojos grandes, pegadosal aire, son los del cielo.Miran profundos, me miranme están mirando por dentro.Yo pensativo, sin ojos,con los párpados abiertos,tanto dolor disimulocomo desgracias enseño.El aire me está mirandoy llora en mi oscuro cuerpo;su llanto se entierra en carne,va por mi sangre y mis huesos,se hace barro y raíces buscacon las que brotar del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112596219543958666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112596219543958666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112596219543958666' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112553057227530647</id><published>2005-08-31T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:22:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"El sexo es el consuelo que uno tiene cuando no le alcanza el amor."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112553057227530647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112553057227530647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112553057227530647' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-112499601179029092</id><published>2005-08-25T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:53:31.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLACK HOLE SUN AGAINDe nuevo los días oscuros aparecen como una constante ineludible que embarga la cotidianidad. Bastantes gratos momentos, bastantes pero pasados, se van al baúl del olvido donde difícilmente se pueden recuperar y ahora parecen inexistentes. Entre más se camina hacia el "Feel Good Inc", de repente se cambia el signo y se encuentra más lejos que al comienzo, pero en el lado </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112499601179029092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/112499601179029092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112499601179029092' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-111706899707445899</id><published>2005-05-25T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:56:37.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maldita sea, se me cayo el Iexplorer.y mas de 6 meses que no posteaba</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/111706899707445899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/111706899707445899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111706899707445899' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-111032113607640808</id><published>2005-03-08T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T17:36:50.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grupo Miramar  - Una lágrima y un recuerdoLlorando me alejé,con un recuerdo en mi mente,por tu amor dulce mujer,que tu dijistes tenerme.Una lágrima rodo,por mi trizte mejilla,y el recuerdo de tu amor,que hace sufrir a mi vida.Una lágrima y un recuerdo,de por vida llevaré,por tu culpa traicionera,bella y falsia mujer.____________________Grupo Miramar - Recuerdos de un amorMi vida ha sido </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/111032113607640808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/111032113607640808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111032113607640808' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110874291091278703</id><published>2005-02-18T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:08:30.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" tu has sido mi maestra para hacer sufrirsi alguna vez fui malolo aprendí de tino digas que no entiendes como puedo ser asísi te estoy haciendo dañolo aprendí de tiMe has enseñado tumaldigo mi inocenciay te maldigo a timaldita la maestra y maldito el aprendizmaldigo lo que hagote lo debo, te lo debo, te lo debo, te lo debo a tí"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110874291091278703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110874291091278703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874291091278703' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110441782549561233</id><published>2004-12-30T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T09:47:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.."Aquí no se miente, solo se exagera la verdad"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110441782549561233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110441782549561233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441782549561233' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110272407457160996</id><published>2004-12-10T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:14:34.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DE PERROS AMORESSuficientes son los problemas de un solo diacomo para preocuparse x el futuroolvidamos que para poder llegar al otrohay que empezar derribando el primero de los murosnos pasamos la vida viendo triunfos y fracasoscomo seguidos en tiempo preteritocuantas veces se ha detenido el sol a medio dia(cuantas?)por que ya no quiere vivir mas atardeceres?cuantas veces....porque ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110272407457160996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110272407457160996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110272407457160996' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110202523394122660</id><published>2004-12-02T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:19:55.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LA BIEN PAGA (Concha Piquer) Ná te debo, ná te pio. Me voy de tu vera, orvíame ya. Que he pagao con oro tus carnes morenas. No mardigas paya, que estamos en paz. No te quiero, no me quieras. Si to me lo diste, yo ná te pedí. No me eches en cara que to lo perdiste. Tambien a tu vera yo to lo perdí. Bien pagá, si tu eres la bien pagá, porque tus besos compré. Y a mí te supiste dar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110202523394122660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110202523394122660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110202523394122660' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110183078668493790</id><published>2004-11-30T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T11:06:26.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nos falta sangre en las venas para aguantar lo que sentimos"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110183078668493790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110183078668493790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110183078668493790' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110124717790230363</id><published>2004-11-23T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T16:59:37.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Javier Ruibal - Isla Mujeres Subía el calor   cuando pasaba por mi aceratodo el bulevar   pudo quemarse en su candelaHay una legión   de sátiros y piratasque de bar en bar   le gritan: ¡guapa!Me hago seguidor  de sus andares de panteraperegrino voy  donde lo ordenen sus caderasQué me importa a mi  si es un infierno la calle,si por fin la llevo por el talle.Oye mi bien,   tú la reina </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110124717790230363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110124717790230363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110124717790230363' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110089396251124737</id><published>2004-11-19T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T14:52:42.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por petición del cliente: CamelloPuede descargar en formato PDF el Diagrama del Camello AQUI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110089396251124737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110089396251124737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110089396251124737' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110087567574201666</id><published>2004-11-19T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T10:11:23.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nombres RusosLos Nombres rusos se componen del nombre propio, el patronímico y familia; familia es nuestro apellido, pero con la diferencia que ellos solo usan uno en lugar de dos, y el patronímico es el nombre propio del padre que toman los hijos añadiéndole la terminación -ovich o -evich para los hombres y -ovna o -evna para las mujeres así los hijos de Ivan Shalikov serian Ivan Ivanovich </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110087567574201666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110087567574201666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087567574201666' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110079600240285194</id><published>2004-11-18T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:40:34.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De repente la vida tiene un "Sin_Sabor" más MALUCO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110079600240285194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110079600240285194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110079600240285194' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110020937604116066</id><published>2004-11-11T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:57:20.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TE DOY MIS OJOS"    Estando juntos, han enterrado sus esperanzas, sus sueños y se han permitido aflorar lo peor de cada uno. La belleza de ella es sólo el remedo de las fotos donde aparecen abrazados, sonrientes. Él es un saco de ira a punto de explotar. Sordo a cualquier cosa distinta de sus miedos, atento a la única reacción que conoce: la mejor defensa es el ataque. Así jamás tiene que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110020937604116066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110020937604116066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110020937604116066' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-110001809695396667</id><published>2004-11-09T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:34:56.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grulla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110001809695396667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/110001809695396667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001809695396667' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109966575105816579</id><published>2004-11-05T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T09:43:55.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EgocentrismoA propósito del excelente post de el buen RB2."Hay veces que no tengo ganas de verte;Hay veces que no quiero ni tocarte;Hay veces que quisiera matarte en un grito,Y olvidarme de esa imagen tuya,Pero no me atrevo.Hay veces que no dejo de sonarte;De acariciarte hasta que ya no pueda;Hay veces que quisiera morir contigo;Y olvidarme de toda materia,Pero no me atrevo.Hay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109966575105816579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109966575105816579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109966575105816579' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109908883290434037</id><published>2004-10-29T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:31:58.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Día Luna, Día Penahoy dia luna dia penahoy me levanto sin razónhoy me levanto y no quierohoy dia luna dia penahoy dia luna dia penahoy me levanto sin razónhoy me levanto y no llego a ninguna destinaciónarriba la luna ohea...hoy dia luna dia penahoy me levanto sin razónhoy me levanto y no quierohoy dia luna dia mueroarriba la luna ohea...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109908883290434037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109908883290434037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109908883290434037' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109874618459761338</id><published>2004-10-25T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T10:01:38.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A propósito de " Memorias de mis putas tristes"Este artículo de Jotamario Arbeláez me causó mucha gracia: Las tristes mujeres de la vida alegre .."Estos títulos de Gabo me van a matar a mí.En esta oportunidad, porque me pongo en las pantaletas de la féminas afectadas. Lo que parecería un homenaje a las prostitutas termina siendo un ludibrio. Llamar puta a una mujer, por puta que sea, es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109874618459761338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109874618459761338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109874618459761338' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109837459138256795</id><published>2004-10-21T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T11:03:11.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109837459138256795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109837459138256795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837459138256795' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109837101806887112</id><published>2004-10-21T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:07:10.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"El destino de los reptiles es devorarse unos a otros""-	¿Crees que cualquiera tiene derecho a juzgar a sus semejantes y a decidir quién merece vivir y quién no?-	En eso no tiene ningún papel  la apreciación de los méritos. Para resolver semejante problema, el corazón no se funda en los méritos, sino en otras razones más naturales.  En cuanto al derecho, ¿quién no tiene derecho a desear una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109837101806887112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109837101806887112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109837101806887112' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109785896737812335</id><published>2004-10-15T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:49:27.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLACK HOLE SUN</summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109759543079081172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109759543079081172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759543079081172' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109759202969839558</id><published>2004-10-12T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:40:29.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAMSUNS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109759202969839558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109759202969839558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759202969839558' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109759071581039306</id><published>2004-10-12T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:46:04.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uno de mis FavoritosTomado de: EL  SPLEEN DE PARÍSCHARLES BAUDELAIREEL RELOJLos chinos miran la hora en el ojo de los gatos.Un día, un misionero que paseaba por los alrededoresde Nankin se dio cuenta de que había olvidadosu reloj y le preguntó la hora a un chico.Al principio, el chico del Celeste Imperio dudó,después cambió de idea y contestó: "Se lo voy a decir".Poco después volvió </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109759071581039306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109759071581039306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759071581039306' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109719095250173306</id><published>2004-10-07T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T16:05:54.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esta imagen me gustó mucho alaOjala al señor tinokiev no le moleste.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109719095250173306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109719095250173306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109719095250173306' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109698616548719659</id><published>2004-10-05T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:54:24.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.. Y así son las vainas.."Aunque ni el diablo sabe qué es lo que ha de recordar la gente, ni por qué. En realidad, siempre he pensado que no hay memoria colectiva, lo que quizá sea una forma de defensa de la especie humana. La frase "todo tiempo pasado fue mejor" no indica que antes sucedieran menos cosas malas, sino que "felizmente" la gente las echa en el olvido. Desde luego, semejante frase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109698616548719659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109698616548719659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698616548719659' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109659387146295270</id><published>2004-09-30T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:25:39.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>""..Aunque no lo busquemos, siempre aparecerá la desilusión.."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109659387146295270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109659387146295270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109659387146295270' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109630600865538350</id><published>2004-09-27T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T12:26:48.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"...Nuestra existencia no es lo que palpamos, no es esta bola de tabiques llamada casa, esta lata con llantas a la que le decimos auto o la tonga de objetos que guardamos, no; nuestra vida está hecha de incontables ladrillos-recuerdo que conforman y dan sentido a la imagen que vemos frente al espejo cada mañana; nuestra vida está hecha de las cosas que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109630600865538350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109630600865538350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630600865538350' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109525753794440111</id><published>2004-09-15T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T09:18:53.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOS HERMAMOS KARAMAZOV.."Esté tranquilo, como si estuviese en su casa. Y, sobre todo, no se avergûence de sí mismo, pues ahí viene todo el mal.".Despues de 2 años de leer literatura rusa clásica (si lo sé, mucho tiempo dos años y pocos libros), y gracias a la buena versión de "El Jugador" que me prestó en alguna oportunidad mi muy paciente amigo RB2, he vuelto de nuevo a leer a Fiódor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109525753794440111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109525753794440111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109525753794440111' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109484740654399230</id><published>2004-09-10T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T15:16:46.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROMPECABEZASY es que fueron, fueron tus abrazosque como sablazos me hicieron pedazosafiladas fueron tus miradasquedé destrozado y en llanto inundado.Roja y loca, la flama de tu bocame quemó, y apagarme me toca.Empiezo una nueva vidaun rompecabezas que tendré que armar.Bien lejos, lejos de su influjoesa cruel fragancia que invadió mi ser.De la maleza surgieron tus promesasgerminando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109484740654399230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109484740654399230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109484740654399230' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109390710135413819</id><published>2004-08-30T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:05:01.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carlos Gardel - AmarguraLetra: Alfredo Le Pera Me persigue implacablesu boca que reía,acecha mis insomniosese recuerdo cruel,mis propios ojos vieroncómo ella le ofrecíael beso de sus labiosrojos como un clavel.Un viento de locuraatravesó mi mente,deshecho de amargurayo me quise vengar,mis manos se crisparon,mi pecho las contuvo,su boca que reíayo no pude matar.Fue su amor de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109390710135413819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109390710135413819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109390710135413819' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109363461052071586</id><published>2004-08-27T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:23:30.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hablando Del AmorVoy hablando del amor mientras caminopor el valle de flores de la muerte.Flores del abismopara matar el llantoabismo de la sangrepara matar el llantosangre del deseopara matar el llantodeseo de la carnepara matar el llanto.Voy hablando del amor mientras caminopor el valle de flores de la muerte</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109363461052071586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109363461052071586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109363461052071586' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109361867951396553</id><published>2004-08-27T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T11:48:05.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Cuándo fué que comencé a contaminarme?.Si lloras por haber perdido el Sol, entonces las lágrimas no tedejarán ver las estrellas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109361867951396553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109361867951396553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361867951396553' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109336447678062738</id><published>2004-08-24T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T11:21:16.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo Mucho que me gusta esta canciónMorphine - The Saddest Song.....The clouds up above they were humming our songHumming humming our songMy biggest fear is if I let you goYou'll come and get me in my sleepMy biggest fear is if I let you goYou'll come and get me in my sleepCome and get meI set my course sailed away from shoreSteady steady as she goesI crash in the night two worlds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109336447678062738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109336447678062738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336447678062738' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109309727178116053</id><published>2004-08-21T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T09:07:51.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CUCURRUCUCU PALOMADicen que por las noches no más se le iba en puro llorar,dicen que no comía no más se le iba en puro tomar,juran que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto,como sufrió por ella que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando.  Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba,ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, gemía.Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba,de pasión mortal moría.  Que una paloma triste muy de mañana</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109309727178116053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109309727178116053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109309727178116053' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109294494312810786</id><published>2004-08-19T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:11:39.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..." Una mano que me guie entre tinieblas,Una mano que acaricie mis dolores,Una mano que me dibuje mi camino,Una mano y el destino.... Y el sabio se esconde.La bella durmiente nunca se despierta,Y el principe lobo miente cuando habla..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109294494312810786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109294494312810786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109294494312810786' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109275114562930805</id><published>2004-08-17T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T09:17:18.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmnesiaComo siempre la Princesa Radioactiva y sus buenos post."Hoy me cortaré las venascon una galleta saladaremojada en tequila, mientras pido una cervezaal son de Amnesiade José José."Amnesia -(Jose Jose)Usted me cuenta que nosotros dosfuimos amantes y que llegamos juntos a vivir algo importante Me temo que lo suyo es un error yo estoy desde hace tiempo sin amor y el último </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109275114562930805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109275114562930805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109275114562930805' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109243812962744614</id><published>2004-08-13T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:02:09.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DELIRIOSHoy, a esta hora, sólo quiero escuchar esto..... La vida no da más."El reloj de la suerte marca la profecíadeseo, angustia, sangre y desamormi vida llena y alma vacíayo soy el público y el único actoren mis deliriosconfusión en mis delirios.Grito, grito los nombres pero nadie respondeperdí el camino de vuelta al hogarsé que estoy yendo no sé adóndebusco el principio y sólo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109243812962744614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109243812962744614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109243812962744614' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109231797603717414</id><published>2004-08-12T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T08:39:36.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EL MOCHUELOEn Enero Joche se encontró Un mochuelo en las montañas de MaríaY me lo regaló, no más,Para la novia míaMochuelo pico e maízDe los ojos negros brillantinosY como mi amor por tíEntre más viejo, más finoÁgil vuela, busca la ocasiónDe salir de esa cárcel protectoraY bello es el furor, no másDe aquella ave canoraEsclavo negro cantáEntoná tu melodíaCanta con seguridadComo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109231797603717414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109231797603717414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109231797603717414' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109171697853938074</id><published>2004-08-05T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:33:24.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La CrecienteUn grande nubarrón se alza en el cieloya se aproxima una fuerte tormenta...y así como el invierno, un aguacerolloran mis ojos como las tinieblasy así como se crecen los arroyuelosse crece también la sangre en mis venas..el mar sereno se vuelve violentoparece una gigante marejadaya se alborota mi pecho latiendocomo el repiquetear de unas campanasya se hizo la luz en mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109171697853938074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109171697853938074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171697853938074' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109171128040512377</id><published>2004-08-05T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T08:08:00.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secretos"...Y todos tenemos secretos.Y todos nos callamos.Ya llegará el día." Los 59 segundos Hay un minuto en el díaque parece tener una maldición.Si logras luchar contra la nostalgia,la soledad, la tristeza o la melancolía,durante esos 60 segundos, estás salvado.Pero si el maldito te atrapa,te toma del cuello y lo aprieta hasta que la vena de la frente te brinca.Lo peor de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109171128040512377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109171128040512377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171128040512377' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109147517375974862</id><published>2004-08-02T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:32:53.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El cómplice ..." Me crucifican y yo debo ser la cruz y los clavos. Me tienden la copa y yo debo ser la cicuta. Me engañan y yo debo ser la mentira. Me incendian y yo debo ser el infierno. Debo alabar y agradecer cada instante del tiempo. Mi alimento es todas las cosas. El peso preciso del universo, la humillación, el júbilo. Debo justificar lo que me hiere. Soy el sol olvidado." Jorge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109147517375974862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109147517375974862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109147517375974862' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-109044382613271430</id><published>2004-07-21T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T16:12:33.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cada día que pasa creo menos, ¿por qué cada vez quiero menos?"...Mi corazón me esta haciendo pedazos el almaay corazòn ya me dijo que no, que no me amapero ay corazón ya no insistas me partes el alma.."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109044382613271430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/109044382613271430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109044382613271430' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108854728198701504</id><published>2004-06-29T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T17:14:41.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi Tristeza Es Mia y Nada MasMi tristeza es mia y nada masmi tristeza es mia y sola esta,no quiero consuelo, no, no,no voy a llorar,mi tristeza es mia y nada mas. Ya no creo en nada, ni en la flor,quiero hundime solo en la cuidad, su anden es mejor, vivo en soledadmi tristeza es mia y nada mas.Ya no creo en nada,oh no creo en nadie más,mi dolor es tiempoque el viento se llevara.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108854728198701504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108854728198701504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108854728198701504' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108836599191393969</id><published>2004-06-27T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T14:53:11.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MALDITA SEA .. ¿POR QUE JUAN SIEMPRE TIENE LA RAZON?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108836599191393969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108836599191393969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108836599191393969' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108689960942963772</id><published>2004-06-10T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:33:29.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YO VIVO MI VIDALetra de Federico BaenaDicen que soy borrachoque no valgo nadaque vivo soñando,pero el mundo no sabelas penas amargasque sufro llorando.La vida no me importapues solo me ha dadotraiciones y envidias,yo se que todo es falsoque amor y amistadson tan solo mentiras.Que saben de la vidalos que no han sufrido,los que nunca han sentidouna pena de amor.Dicen que soy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108689960942963772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108689960942963772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108689960942963772' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108638807483403156</id><published>2004-06-04T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:42:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El comentario AGRADABLE del MES"ahora lo que se espera en estos casos es que reenvie este mensaje a su club de amiguitos infelices..."ESO SI ES AMOR, HIJUEMADRE.  Un saludo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108638807483403156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108638807483403156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108638807483403156' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108635963044185684</id><published>2004-06-04T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:33:50.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solo le pasa a Coelho y a ramsuns"La crítica no me trata mal, apenas polemiza. El hecho de que yo soy un organismo vivo para la crítica, eso me encanta. Mientras haya críticas, todo estará bien. Si no las hay, significa que una obra ha sido completamente absorbida por el sistema", afirmó recientemente Coelho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108635963044185684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108635963044185684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635963044185684' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108569464624525563</id><published>2004-05-27T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T16:51:14.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMO ME EMPUTA TENER SIEMPRE LA RAZONCOMO ME EMPUTA TENER SIEMPRE LA RAZONCOMO ME EMPUTA TENER SIEMPRE LA RAZON</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108569464624525563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108569464624525563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108569464624525563' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108568119256858027</id><published>2004-05-27T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T14:37:05.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una de las facetas de RAMSUNSUn poco exhibicionista pero bueno.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108568119256858027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108568119256858027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108568119256858027' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108561723711111614</id><published>2004-05-26T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:20:37.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INTERIORVoy siguiendo tus huellas por el camino que lleva al rancho Voy siguiendo tus pasos al interior que te quiero tanto Mira mamita que Chia está despertando Pronto se pone a cantar pronto se pone a lucir En el cielo brillará me dan ganas de vivir Todo comenzó como empieza un cuento Se pondrá mejor con el sentimiento Me sale del corazón quisiera gritarlo a los cuatro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108561723711111614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108561723711111614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561723711111614' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108514941191190182</id><published>2004-05-21T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:59:12.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando Tenga Tiempo me SuicidoMe gustó bastante este cuento."..Tal vez todo radique en la falsa fantasía de que la vida viaja por la ruta de las grandes decisiones y no por el camino angosto y polvoriento de las pequeñas elecciones. "&lt;!--migente:title: Cuando Tenga Tiempo me Suicido --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108514941191190182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108514941191190182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108514941191190182' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108509197951019719</id><published>2004-05-20T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T17:36:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aprendiendo sobre Bebidas Alcohólicas II con RAMSUNS  MARTINI HOY MARGARITADespués de la muy desafiante situación (vivida recientemente en un destacado sitio de las Calle 99 con cra 15) en la que un barman de a peso retó en conocimiento y suficiencia en temas concernientes a las bebidas alcohólicas a ramsuns martini, decidí publicar la segunda parte de este muy didáctico e interesante asunto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108509197951019719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108509197951019719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108509197951019719' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108489409083103565</id><published>2004-05-18T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T10:28:10.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No puede SerNo puede ser que ya hace un año haya escrito esto:Por ahora que bien, solo espero que mi amigo ISMAEL no tenga razón "cuando uno esta muy feliz debe desconfiar".No puede ser que hoy tenga el mismo pensamiento. A veces tengo razón "El que ha sido no deja de ser", y aunque desde que cumplí años, hace casi un mes, y la felicidad llegó porque este año es par, "uno siempre desconfía"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108489409083103565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108489409083103565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108489409083103565' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108489009881215380</id><published>2004-05-18T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T09:21:38.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robi Rosa - Más y MásMas....Si te acercas un poquito masMe meteras en tiMas....Si te sueño mas, ya no podré dormirNunca jamasAsi susurrándomeTu, te vienes a miY mi habitacionse llenará de verde agua de marVerde, que me pierdeMas y masSi más te quieroQuieremeTu mucho masMas y masDentro de miEntrarás tu mas y masTu mas y mas.......YoNo sé como abrazarmeA tus brazos ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108489009881215380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108489009881215380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108489009881215380' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108438097285261044</id><published>2004-05-12T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T11:58:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108438097285261044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108438097285261044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438097285261044' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108404031359738039</id><published>2004-05-08T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T13:28:05.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juan Gabriel - Ya No Insistas CorazónQuiere el corazón lo quieras como yo te quierono seas cruel no hagas mas grande este sufrimientoel para quererte solamente esta latiendoquierelo tan solo un poco te lo esta pidiendoquierelo tan solo un poco no te pide tantono te importe que me humille si eso estas pensandoes mi corazón el que lo esta necesitandoquierelo tan solo un poco no le importa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108404031359738039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108404031359738039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108404031359738039' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108387270317718999</id><published>2004-05-06T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T17:27:12.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cafe Tacuba - Dog:GodSenti una mordida fatalen mi cuello en la yugularmi sangre corre yapor todo el piso.Veo a mi cuerpo falleceren los colmillos de otro serque se ve igual que yopero esta vivo.Me elevo al cielo empiezo a vermi vida llena de placeramores que sentí y también odio.Llegando al cieloal fin sabresi Dios es un perro tambiénsi ladra como yoy si pelea muy biencon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108387270317718999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108387270317718999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387270317718999' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108385234230668845</id><published>2004-05-06T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T09:31:02.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carlos Gardel - Cuesta AbajoSi arrastré por este mundola vergüenza de haber sidoy el dolor de ya no ser.Bajo el ala del sombrerocuantas veces, embozada,una lágrima asomadayo no pude contener.Si crucé por los caminoscomo un paria que el destinose empeñó en deshacer.Si fui flojo, si fui ciego,sólo quiero que comprendasel valor que representael coraje de querer.Era para mí la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108385234230668845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108385234230668845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385234230668845' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108319574900408625</id><published>2004-04-28T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T09:35:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soul Asylum - MiseryThey say misery loves companyWe could start a company and make miseryFrustrated, IncorporatedWell I know just what you needI might just have the thingI know what you'd pay to seePut me out of my miseryI'd do it for you, would you do it for meWe will always be busy making miseryWe could build a factory and make miseryWe'll create the cure; we made the disease</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108319574900408625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108319574900408625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108319574900408625' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108309699146191957</id><published>2004-04-27T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T09:31:30.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aprendiendo sobre bebidas alcohólicas con RAMSUNS  MARTINI HOY DRY MARTINICUENTA LA LEYENDA que allá por 1910 un barman del hotel neoyorquino Knickerbrocker, apellidado Martini (posiblemente familiar  de ramsuns martini), ideó aromatizar con un poco de vermut muy seco una ginebra no menos seca, agitar todo con hielo, también seco, y servir la combinación subsiguiente en copa de cóctel. Se dice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108309699146191957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108309699146191957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309699146191957' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108265608829047202</id><published>2004-04-22T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T09:35:00.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por fín tengo icono para el Open ListPor cierto el Icono fue abusivamente tomado del CD TANGO I, que hizo el señor LOBO_ESTEPARIO en el año 2.000.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108265608829047202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108265608829047202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265608829047202' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108256389692877469</id><published>2004-04-21T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T11:15:36.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Niña Flor"Un dia una niña flor me regalo uno de sus petalos, hoy me lo quito, me dijo que me va dar un petalo mas bonito, niña flor, no quiero tus petalos por que sean lindos o no, los quiero porque son tuyos,son de mi amiga, la niña flor."Tomado de un LOG que hoy no recuerdo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108256389692877469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108256389692877469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256389692877469' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108213008159485457</id><published>2004-04-16T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T10:45:20.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cafe Tacuba - El CiclónYo, flechaflor, polen, flechaabeja, oso, pezFlecha, agua,sube, nube,llueve, arbol, flecha,oxigeno, flecha, pulmonNopiltze, hija mia¿Acaso Dios nunca muere?A que dios te refierasTodo de eso depende.Hay dioses que pensaronque el mundo era infinito, yno hay un equilibrio entre los reinos hijo mioYo, flecha...Gira y da vueltasy rueda girandoGira y da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108213008159485457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108213008159485457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213008159485457' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108206274195860763</id><published>2004-04-15T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:05:56.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomado de El TiempoUn caballo "pasó de comer zanahorias y lechugas marchitas, a saborear el alimento concentrado, sal, avena, alfalfa y otras delicias que solo prueban los caballos de cierta clase. "No lo sabía, los Caballos tambien tienen Clase.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108206274195860763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108206274195860763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108206274195860763' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108196192587875662</id><published>2004-04-14T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:02:35.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amigos de Copas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108196192587875662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108196192587875662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196192587875662' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-10819564780690533</id><published>2004-04-14T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T17:17:28.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y me quedan 7 dias Por cierto ayer volví a bailar, que felicidadMuchas gracias  a mi amigo Ivan Dario Pacheco por las excelentes fotos que me envió.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/10819564780690533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/10819564780690533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10819564780690533' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108189154136025643</id><published>2004-04-13T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T16:29:42.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una Vez mas , Draco"En un día de primeros de abrilhay un hombre esperando a morir."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108189154136025643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108189154136025643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108189154136025643' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108178346289619253</id><published>2004-04-12T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T10:28:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"El café ya no sabe igual. La nicotina es un mero vicio que ya no le causa ninguna satisfacción." Tomado de la Princesa Radioactiva XIO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108178346289619253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108178346289619253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178346289619253' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108119496369717997</id><published>2004-04-05T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:00:19.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ULTRAGENO"sentir que pienso creer que sientolibrarme del yugode estar tan tensoy tomármelo en serio"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108119496369717997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108119496369717997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119496369717997' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5166686.post-108117701095214243</id><published>2004-04-05T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T10:00:57.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Filosofía Pupular"el amigo que mas quieres te traiciona la mediocridad te condiciona y tu novia antes tan tierna te maltrata y no sabes de donde sacar plata ......y regresaste llorando sorprendido de como el mundo podia ser tan jodido no te preocupes que ho hemos visto nada lo que es peor sucede en lo escondido "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108117701095214243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5166686/posts/default/108117701095214243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramsuns.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117701095214243' title=''/><author><name>Rafael Antonio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475297516677584265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
