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son acciones realizadas por personas... &lt;br /&gt;"como la gente"??? y cómo es la gente??&lt;br /&gt;en cambio llamamos "animal" en un sentido peyorativo a alguien, sin tener en cuenta que los animales son mas organizados en su respectiva "sociedad" que nosotros, -capaces de razonar- en las nuestras...&lt;br /&gt;los animales no conocen riquezas, ni cagar al amigo, ni ser fuleros, ni cagar a tiros a alguien, ni política corrupta, ni miedo a salir a la calle sabiendo que los de su misma especie están al acecho, ni de secuestros, trata de blancas, abuso sexual, aborto y toda esa clase de mierda que estamos condenados a vivir hoy en dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si es asi, yo prefiero que me digan animal y no gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-1836081353587782888?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346748160286156860.post-6747585097133656549</id><published>2011-10-05T05:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:07:04.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero</title><content type='html'>Quiero hablar de las palabras que se borraron&lt;br /&gt;y del misterio que quedó en la incertidumbre,&lt;br /&gt;quiero sembrar sonrisas en caras ajenas por conocer,&lt;br /&gt;quiero recorrer con mis pies descalzos,&lt;br /&gt;la magia de un reloj de arena que no se dentega.&lt;br /&gt;quiero sentir a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;el aliento que mueve hojas&lt;br /&gt;y levanta pavimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero todo... sin mas ni menos,&lt;br /&gt;sentir, vivir, saborear, amar, odiar,&lt;br /&gt;quiero saber describir a simple vista&lt;br /&gt;toda experiencia inaudita que ronde,&lt;br /&gt;quiero saber donde está escondido lo oculto,&lt;br /&gt;y descubrir la mentira en la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;quiero conocer la presencia que hace a la soledad,&lt;br /&gt;y los lamentos que surgen de carcajadas.&lt;br /&gt;La magia del mundo resonará en nuestros oídos&lt;br /&gt;y sabremos que de ella se trata, sin siquiera voltear la cabeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-6747585097133656549?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-game-is-over.blogspot.com/feeds/6747585097133656549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346748160286156860&amp;postID=6747585097133656549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346748160286156860/posts/default/6747585097133656549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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palabras,&lt;br /&gt;y obtuve mentiras...&lt;br /&gt;ya no sueño,&lt;br /&gt;soy simplemente un títere del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;recorro mis dias como el agua en un rio&lt;br /&gt;y sonrío apáticamente, demostrando mi incredulidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-309875751625884831?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-game-is-over.blogspot.com/feeds/309875751625884831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346748160286156860&amp;postID=309875751625884831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346748160286156860/posts/default/309875751625884831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;no conoces mas que el sendero que marcan tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;ni horizonte mas allá del que sientes entre tus dedos...&lt;br /&gt;la vida se redujo simplemente a sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;sin darte cuenta que entre coyunturas&lt;br /&gt;es donde se encuentran los verdaderos misterios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-2660735585704185132?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-game-is-over.blogspot.com/feeds/2660735585704185132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346748160286156860&amp;postID=2660735585704185132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346748160286156860/posts/default/2660735585704185132'/><link rel='self' 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como siempre instantáneo,&lt;br /&gt;no promete nada que no es.&lt;br /&gt;cerraré los ojos a mis desagrados&lt;br /&gt;y juntaré fuerzas entre mis manos,&lt;br /&gt;caminaré cada paso con la misma intensidad&lt;br /&gt;y volveré vencida para vencer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-6787169389543436213?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-game-is-over.blogspot.com/feeds/6787169389543436213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346748160286156860&amp;postID=6787169389543436213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346748160286156860/posts/default/6787169389543436213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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quiero un momento,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Arde cuerpo, arde&lt;br /&gt;calmaré tu sed de deseo,&lt;br /&gt;dominaré la bestia en ti,&lt;br /&gt;llenaré el vacío que provocas.&lt;br /&gt;bajo sábanas de fuego&lt;br /&gt;las cenizas se esparcen,&lt;br /&gt;vuelan en lo cálido&lt;br /&gt;y se congelan entre vaivenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-6555663238093099355?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-game-is-over.blogspot.com/feeds/6555663238093099355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=346748160286156860&amp;postID=6555663238093099355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346748160286156860/posts/default/6555663238093099355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/346748160286156860/posts/default/6555663238093099355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-game-is-over.blogspot.com/2011/10/arde.html' title='Arde'/><author><name>MAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09677184682730476742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g07p7b7yWqU/TowVa2QuybI/AAAAAAAAADc/yhJVqFwczK0/s220/100_9421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346748160286156860.post-6953361474942951703</id><published>2011-10-05T05:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:04:14.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que más amo de ti</title><content type='html'>Lo que mas amo de ti... es a ti,&lt;br /&gt;no hay un pequeño detalle donde concentrarse&lt;br /&gt;ni un punto para amar mas que a otro.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;te amo, poco o mucho...quién sabe?&lt;br /&gt;quién determina medidas?&lt;br /&gt;si te llenas con el poco, o te falta con mucho,&lt;br /&gt;entonces de que sirve decir cual es cuál?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;te amo, no porque quiera o no quiera,&lt;br /&gt;te amo porque si, porque no puedo no,&lt;br /&gt;porque hasta lo impensable&lt;br /&gt;tiene sentido si es con vos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Por lo pronto, puedo decir de mi parte&lt;br /&gt;que no hay camino intransitable,&lt;br /&gt;ni oscuridad ciega,&lt;br /&gt;no hay pista que no sirva&lt;br /&gt;si sabe como hacerme llegar a tu corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/346748160286156860-6953361474942951703?l=this-game-is-over.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g07p7b7yWqU/TowVa2QuybI/AAAAAAAAADc/yhJVqFwczK0/s220/100_9421.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346748160286156860.post-635266179899423012</id><published>2011-10-05T05:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:03:07.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y ya no estás</title><content type='html'>Mis ojos ya no te mirarán mas,&lt;br /&gt;solo serán reflejo del dolor que pasamos&lt;br /&gt;y del amor que aún se niega a irse...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hubo dias en los que la vida me jugó,&lt;br /&gt;me hizo soñar y luego estrellar&lt;br /&gt;me desarmó y todo me lo quitó.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A veces miro al vacío,&lt;br /&gt;todavía lo imagino,&lt;br /&gt;el pasado volviendo a mi...&lt;br /&gt;y yo no entiendo, no, por que no puedo dejarte ir...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Y es dificil extrañarte,&lt;br /&gt;cuando no te tengo cerca,&lt;br /&gt;es dificil rozar tus labios&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo lo que se toca es aire...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Camino entre la gente,&lt;br /&gt;sin mirar, sin pensar,&lt;br /&gt;voy flotando por sendas de pavimento&lt;br /&gt;y no encuentro sentido a todo esto...&lt;br /&gt;Y menos si no estás.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Qué pasa conmigo?&lt;br /&gt;me has consumido,&lt;br /&gt;hasta la última lágrima me has quitado&lt;br /&gt;hasta el ultimo aliento,&lt;br /&gt;todo se fue junto a tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dónde estas?&lt;br /&gt;por qué será que no te veo&lt;br /&gt;si te siento presente,&lt;br /&gt;en cada momento de mi vida estás y estarás...&lt;br /&gt;pero no aqui... no aqui... porque ya no lo quieres mas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;y me sigo preguntando&lt;br /&gt;si pensarás en mi,&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea de vez en cuando...&lt;br /&gt;te acuerdas que alguna vez lo fui todo para ti?&lt;br /&gt;Sigues siendo todo para mi...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yo te prometo,&lt;br /&gt;seguiré viviendo mi camino,&lt;br /&gt;por inercia o por castigo,&lt;br 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