<?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-3262534364516512352</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:29:24.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Speed</title><subtitle type='html'>La Banda Sonora de mi vida</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-3230801323134615553</id><published>2009-03-30T00:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:42:23.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegaremos a tiempo (Rosana)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si te arrancan al niño, que llevamos por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Si te quitan la teta y te cambian de cuento.&lt;br /&gt;No te tragues la pena, porque no estamos muertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si te anclaran las alas, en el muelle del viento.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te espero un segundo, en la orilla del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Llegarás cuando vayas, más allá del intento.&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te abrazan las paredes, desabrocha el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;No permitas que te anuden la respiración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No te quedes aguardando a que pinte la ocasión.&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida son dos trazos y un borrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que se rompa la esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;Que la libertad se quede sin alas.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que haya un día sin mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tengo miedo de que el miedo, te eche un pulso y pueda más.&lt;br /&gt;No te rindas, no te sientes a esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si robaran el mapa del país de los sueños,&lt;br /&gt;siempre queda el camino que te late por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Si te caes te levantas, si te arrimas te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo, llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mejor lento que parado, desabrocha el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;No permitas que te anuden la imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No te quedes aguardando a que pinte la ocasión .&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida son dos trazos y un borrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que se rompa la esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;Que la libertad se quede sin alas.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo que haya un día sin mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tengo miedo de que el miedo, te eche un pulso y pueda más.&lt;br /&gt;No te rindas, no te sientes a esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sólo pueden contigo si te acabas rindiendo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;si disparan por fuera y te matan por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Llegarás cuando vayas más allá del intento.&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Llegaremos a tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-3230801323134615553?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3230801323134615553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=3230801323134615553' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/3230801323134615553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/3230801323134615553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2009/03/llegaremos-tiempo-rosana.html' title='Llegaremos a tiempo (Rosana)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-8974566948786393736</id><published>2009-03-30T00:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:33:28.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenir - M-Clan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Me gustaría regresar a mi planeta,&lt;br /&gt;lo he visto todo aquí,&lt;br /&gt;ayúdame a llenar esta maleta,&lt;br /&gt;ya que no quieres venir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Me llevo lo mejor en mi diario,&lt;br /&gt;algunos souvenirs,&lt;br /&gt;Uh, lugares que conocí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Madrid, Bilbao, Sevilla, Ibiza,&lt;br /&gt;Alicante o Santander,&lt;br /&gt;una botella de tequila,&lt;br /&gt;una foto del Ché.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;París, Tetuán, Los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires o Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me acuerde de estos nombres,&lt;br /&gt;estaré imaginando oír tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mañana voy a regresar a mi planeta&lt;br /&gt;y no puedo dormir,&lt;br /&gt;también he visto cosas que,&lt;br /&gt;preferiría no tenerlas que decir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Soy un extraterrestre un tanto raro,&lt;br /&gt;me estaré volviendo humano,&lt;br /&gt;Uh, se me ha pegado de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Madrid, Bilbao, Sevilla, Ibiza,&lt;br /&gt;Alicante o Santander,&lt;br /&gt;una botella de tequila,&lt;br /&gt;una foto del Ché.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;París, Tetuán, Los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires o Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me acuerde de estos nombres,&lt;br /&gt;estaré imaginando oír tu voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Madrid, Bilbao, Sevilla, Ibiza,&lt;br /&gt;Alicante o Santander,&lt;br /&gt;una botella de tequila,&lt;br /&gt;y la foto de un tal Ché.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;París, Tetuán, quizás Los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires o Hong Kong,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me acuerde de estos nombres,&lt;br /&gt;estaré imaginando oír tu voz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Estaré imaginando oir tu voz, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Estaré imaginando...&lt;br /&gt;oír tu voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-8974566948786393736?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8974566948786393736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=8974566948786393736' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/8974566948786393736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/8974566948786393736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2009/03/souvenir-m-clan.html' title='Souvenir - M-Clan'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-9182116325582641161</id><published>2008-11-20T21:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:09:55.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapore di sale (Gino Paoli)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sapore di sale, sapore di mare&lt;br /&gt;che hai sulla pelle, che hai sulle labbra&lt;br /&gt;quando esci dall'acqua e ti vieni a sdraiare&lt;br /&gt;vicino a me, vicino a me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sapore di sale, sapore di mare&lt;br /&gt;un gusto un po' amaro di cose perdute&lt;br /&gt;di cose lasciate lontano da noi&lt;br /&gt;dove il mondo è diverso, diverso da qui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo è nei giorni che passano pigri&lt;br /&gt;e lasciano in bocca il gusto del sale&lt;br /&gt;ti butti nell'acqua e mi lasci a guardarti&lt;br /&gt;e rimango da solo nella sabbia e nel sol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi torni vicino e ti lasci cadere&lt;br /&gt;così nella sabbia e nelle mie braccia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e mentre ti bacio sapore di sale&lt;br /&gt;sapore di mare, sapore di te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-9182116325582641161?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/9182116325582641161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=9182116325582641161' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/9182116325582641161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/9182116325582641161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/11/sapore-di-sale-gino-paoli.html' title='Sapore di sale (Gino Paoli)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-2318971646115591266</id><published>2008-10-14T22:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:30:23.774+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowbird (Elvis Presley)</title><content type='html'>Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean&lt;br /&gt;The unborn grass lies waiting&lt;br /&gt;for its coat to turn to green&lt;br /&gt;The snowbird sings a song he always sings&lt;br /&gt;And speaks to me of flowers&lt;br /&gt;that will bloom again in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;When I was young my heart was young then too&lt;br /&gt;Anything that it would tell me,&lt;br /&gt;that's the thing that I would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But now I feel such emptiness within&lt;br /&gt;For the thing that I want most in life&lt;br /&gt;Is the thing I can't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your tiny wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;And take the snow back with you&lt;br /&gt;Where it came from on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The one I love forever is untrue&lt;br /&gt;And if I could you know&lt;br /&gt;that I would fly away with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The breeze along the river seems to say&lt;br /&gt;That she'll only break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;should I decide to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So little snowbird take me with you when you go&lt;br /&gt;To that land of gentle breezes&lt;br /&gt;where the peaceful waters flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread your tiny wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;And take the snow back with you&lt;br /&gt;Where it came from on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The one I love forever is untrue&lt;br /&gt;And if I could you know&lt;br /&gt;that I would fly away with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-2318971646115591266?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2318971646115591266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=2318971646115591266' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/2318971646115591266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/2318971646115591266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/10/snowbird-elvis-presley.html' title='Snowbird (Elvis Presley)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-3393838095148477765</id><published>2008-10-11T14:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:21:22.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El último vals (LODVG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como casi siempre&lt;br /&gt;cuando algo se muere&lt;br /&gt;nace nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;buscando un corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pero el mío es raro&lt;br /&gt;y aunque esté desordenado&lt;br /&gt;es impermeable al dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;La felicidad es un maquillaje&lt;br /&gt;de sonrisa amable&lt;br /&gt;desde que no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Siempre serás&lt;br /&gt;bienvenido a este lugar,&lt;br /&gt;a mi lista de obsesiones&lt;br /&gt;de nombres a olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como recordarte, sin mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca olvidaré el último vals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cuando todo acabe&lt;br /&gt;y el silencio hable&lt;br /&gt;sólo tus pupilas sabrán que fue verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entre los cristales&lt;br /&gt;pedacitos de esa tarde,&lt;br /&gt;donde comenzamos a soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;La felicidad es un maquillaje&lt;br /&gt;de sonrisa amable&lt;br /&gt;desde que no estás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Siempre serás&lt;br /&gt;bienvenido a este lugar,&lt;br /&gt;a mi lista de obsesiones&lt;br /&gt;de nombres a olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como recordarte, sin mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Yo nunca olvidaré el último vals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-3393838095148477765?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3393838095148477765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=3393838095148477765' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/3393838095148477765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/3393838095148477765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-ltimo-vals-lodvg.html' title='El último vals (LODVG)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-4780839318114944972</id><published>2008-07-12T16:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:16:36.162+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No me doy por vencido (Luis Fonsi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me quedo callado&lt;br /&gt;Soy como un niño dormido&lt;br /&gt;Que puede despertarse&lt;br /&gt;Con apenas sólo un ruido&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos te lo esperas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos lo imagino&lt;br /&gt;Sé que un día no me aguanto y voy y te miro&lt;br /&gt;Y te lo digo a los gritos&lt;br /&gt;Y te ríes y me tomas por un loco atrevido&lt;br /&gt;Pues no sabes cuanto tiempo en mis sueños has vivido&lt;br /&gt;Ni sospechas cuando te nombré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yo, yo no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero un mundo contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Juro que vale la pena esperar y esperar&lt;br /&gt;y esperar un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Una señal del destino&lt;br /&gt;No me canso, no me rindo, no me doy por vencido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una flor de bolsillo,&lt;br /&gt;Marchita de buscar a una mujer que me quiera&lt;br /&gt;Y reciba su perfume hasta traer la primavera&lt;br /&gt;Y me enseñe lo que no aprendí de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Que brilla más cada día,&lt;br /&gt;Porque estoy tan sólo a un paso de ganarme la alegría&lt;br /&gt;Porque el corazón levanta una tormenta enfurecida&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquel momento en que te ví…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yo, yo no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero un mundo contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Juro que vale la pena esperar y esperar&lt;br /&gt;y esperar un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Una señal del destino&lt;br /&gt;No me canso, no me rindo, no me doy por vencido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-4780839318114944972?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4780839318114944972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-4222838687894526903</id><published>2008-06-19T01:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:29:07.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A corps perdu (Grégory Lemarchal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puisque des filets nous retiennent&lt;br /&gt;Puisque nos raisons nous enchaînent&lt;br /&gt;Que rien ne brille sous nos remparts&lt;br /&gt;Et puisqu'on n'atteint pas le ciel&lt;br /&gt;A moins de s'y brûler les ailes&lt;br /&gt;Et suivre les routes où l'on s'égare&lt;br /&gt;Comme on dresse un étendard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A corps perdu, ivre et sans fard&lt;br /&gt;Pour n'être plus le pantin d'un espoir&lt;br /&gt;Et si la vie n'est qu'une cause perdue&lt;br /&gt;Mon âme est libre d'y avoir enfin cru&lt;br /&gt;A corps perdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puisque les destins sont les mêmes&lt;br /&gt;Que tous les chemins nous ramènent&lt;br /&gt;A l'aube d'un nouveau départ&lt;br /&gt;On n'apprend rien de nos erreurs&lt;br /&gt;A moins de s'y brûler le coeur&lt;br /&gt;Je suivrai les routes où l'on s'égare&lt;br /&gt;Comme on dresse un étendard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A corps perdu, ivre et sans fard&lt;br /&gt;Pour n'être plus le pantin d'un espoir&lt;br /&gt;Et si la vie n'est qu'une cause perdue&lt;br /&gt;Mon âme est libre d'y avoir enfin cru&lt;br /&gt;A corps perdu&lt;br /&gt;A corps perdu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A corps perdu j'écrirai mon histoire&lt;br /&gt;Je ne serai plus le pantin du hasard&lt;br /&gt;Si toutes les vies sont des causes perdues&lt;br /&gt;Les hommes meurent de n'avoir jamais cru&lt;br /&gt;De n'avoir pas vécu ivres et sans fard&lt;br /&gt;Soldats vaincus pour une guerre sans victoire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Et si ma vie n'est qu'une cause perdue&lt;br /&gt;Je partirai libre d'y avoir au moins cru&lt;br /&gt;A corps perdu&lt;br /&gt;A corps perdu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-4222838687894526903?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4222838687894526903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=4222838687894526903' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4222838687894526903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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haces el amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;tengo ganas de esperarte por el parque una mañana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tengo ganas de atender a tu mas dulce petición&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de inventarle un mandamiento a mis pecados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;tengo ganas de ser libre amarrándome a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tengo ganas de enredarme con mi furia y tus abrazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tengo todo de algún modo pero no te tengo a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tengo ganas de entenderte cuando nadie te hace caso y nadie te acompaña,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;tengo ganas de que te des cuenta que este amor secreto solo es para ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tengo ganas de soñar despierto remplazar mi soledad por tu silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tengo ganas de que tengas ganas de tenerme a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo ganas de inventarle un mandamiento a mis pecados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;tengo ganas de ser libre amarrándome a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tengo ganas de enredarme con mi furia y tus abrazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo todo de algún modo pero no te tengo a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tengo ganas de entenderte cuando nadie te hace caso y nadie te acompaña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;tengo ganas de que te des cuenta que este amor secreto solo es para ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tengo ganas de soñar despierto remplazar mi soledad por tu silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tengo ganas de que tengas ganas de tenerme a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tengo ganas de que tengas ganas de tenerme a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-7030764578159860971?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7030764578159860971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=7030764578159860971' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/7030764578159860971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/7030764578159860971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/tengo-ganas-alejandro-fernndez.html' title='Tengo ganas 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daño,&lt;br /&gt;no somos libres, es un error.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quién le pone puertas al campo,&lt;br /&gt;y quién le dice que no al amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si tú te atreves por mi vida que te sigo.&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me olvidas te prometo que te olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Después de todo sólo queda un sueño roto&lt;br /&gt;y evitamos mil heridas que jamás podrían cerrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú te atreves yo renuncio al paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;a amar contigo, a soñarte, a que me sueñes.&lt;br /&gt;Al fin y al cabo más a nadie nos amamos,&lt;br /&gt;son pasiones ya tan fuertes&lt;br /&gt;que lo nuestro hay que olvidarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Si tú te atreves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-1034170841624434894?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-1293469579896702479</id><published>2008-02-14T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:13:18.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected song (Sarah Brightman)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eckJhvx3azQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eckJhvx3azQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-1293469579896702479?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-6821646432792381147</id><published>2008-02-03T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:33:41.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulpa de tamarindo (Los 3 sudamericanos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo, sabrosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Así es el sabor de tus besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ese sabor agridulce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Que tiene tu boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sabor que provoca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sabor que enloquece de amor tropical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Así me pasaría la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Entre la miel de tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Como una gaviota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Que está prisionera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Con sus alas rotas sin poder volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo, sabrosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Así es el color de tus ojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ese color de misterio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sereno y tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Que a ratos despide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Un claro destello de luna y de mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Así me pasaría la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Con tu mirada hechizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Como una gaviota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que está prisionera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Con sus alas rotas sin poder volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo, sabrosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pulpa de tamarindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-6821646432792381147?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6821646432792381147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=6821646432792381147' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6821646432792381147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6821646432792381147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/02/pulpa-de-tamarindo-los-3-sudamericanos.html' title='Pulpa de tamarindo (Los 3 sudamericanos)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-4779767580877243903</id><published>2008-01-21T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:58:46.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roto por dentro (M Clan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aún me cuesta admitir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eras lo mejor de mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Pero el día amanece y nada me parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;la mitad de perfecto como cuando tú estabas aquí. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Y es tan corrosivo este dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;y esta casa en ruinas que soy yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;soy yo. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Y es que estoy todo roto por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;estoy todo roto y deshecho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;estoy todo roto y no quiero seguir así. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Otra trampa en un cajón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;zancadilla al corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Y es que amor recalentado nunca fue de tu agrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;y yo no me acostumbro a la escarcha de mi habitación. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Y es tan corrosivo este dolor&lt;br /&gt;y esta casa en ruinas que soy yo,&lt;br /&gt;soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Es que estoy todo roto por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;estoy todo roto y deshecho,&lt;br /&gt;estoy todo roto y no puedo seguir así. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero el día amanece y nada me parece&lt;br /&gt;la mitad de perfecto como cuando tú estabas aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y es tan corrosivo este dolor&lt;br /&gt;y esta casa en ruinas que soy yo,&lt;br /&gt;soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que estoy todo roto por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;estoy todo roto y deshecho,&lt;br /&gt;estoy todo roto y no puedo seguir así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estoy todo roto por dentro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estoy todo roto y deshecho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estoy todo roto y no quiero seguir así.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-4779767580877243903?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4779767580877243903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=4779767580877243903' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4779767580877243903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4779767580877243903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/01/roto-por-dentro-m-clan.html' title='Roto por dentro (M Clan)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-6945281279497796768</id><published>2008-01-12T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:49:27.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Chances (Celine Dion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't know much about your life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your world, but&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be alone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know about my past, and&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a future figured out.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But what do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just want to start again,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could show me how to try,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And maybe you could take me in,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had my heart beaten down,&lt;br /&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing like love to pull you up,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re laying down on the floor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So talk to me, talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like lovers do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know much about your life&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know much about your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-6945281279497796768?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6945281279497796768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=6945281279497796768' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6945281279497796768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6945281279497796768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-chances-celine-dion.html' title='Taking Chances (Celine Dion)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-7639185929960331945</id><published>2007-12-24T02:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T02:49:42.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarela do Brasil (Ary Barroso)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVR0ZsYTFwI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVR0ZsYTFwI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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title='Aquarela do Brasil (Ary Barroso)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-4829267207961751500</id><published>2007-12-17T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:07:11.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin tu latido (Aute)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hay algunos que dicen&lt;br /&gt;que todos los caminos conducen a Roma&lt;br /&gt;y es verdad por que el mío&lt;br /&gt;me lleva cada noche al hueco que te nombra&lt;br /&gt;Y le hablo y le suelto&lt;br /&gt;una sonrisa, una blasfemia y dos derrotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luego apago tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;y duermo con tu nombre besando mi boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ay amor mío!&lt;br /&gt;que terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;sin el alma de tu cuerpo, sin tu latido&lt;br /&gt;sin tu latido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Que el final de esta historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;enésima autobiografía de un fracaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te sirva de ejemplo&lt;br /&gt;hay quien afirma que el amor es un milagro&lt;br /&gt;que no hay mal que no cure&lt;br /&gt;pero tampoco bien que le dure cien años&lt;br /&gt;eso casi lo salva&lt;br /&gt;lo malo son las noches que mojan mi mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ay amor mío!&lt;br /&gt;que terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;sin el alma de tu cuerpo, sin tu latido&lt;br /&gt;sin tu latido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunque todo ya es nada&lt;br /&gt;no se por que te escondes y huyes de mi encuentro&lt;br /&gt;por saber de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;no creo que vulnere ningún mandamiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tan terrible es el odio&lt;br /&gt;que ni te atreves a mostrarme tu desprecio&lt;br /&gt;pero no me hagas caso..&lt;br /&gt;lo que me pasa es que este mundo no lo entiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ay amor mío!&lt;br /&gt;que terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;sin el alma de tu cuerpo, sin tu latido&lt;br /&gt;sin tu latido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-4829267207961751500?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4829267207961751500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=4829267207961751500' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4829267207961751500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4829267207961751500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/12/sin-t-latido-aute.html' title='Sin tu latido (Aute)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-2808537333991856233</id><published>2007-12-14T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T14:32:18.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of truth (Whitney Houston)</title><content type='html'>We've been playing games with our emotions&lt;br /&gt;Let's get what we feel out in the open&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you is all I do&lt;br /&gt;Boy I know you want me, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time we proved&lt;br /&gt;What we've been feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is our moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;Either we win or we lose this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just the way that we feel&lt;br /&gt;We'll know if love is for real, soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let out your feelings tonight&lt;br /&gt;Cause oh, I know that I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all up to me and you&lt;br /&gt;And the moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Far too many times a heart gets broken&lt;br /&gt;Just because three words are never spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We can't let that bother us&lt;br /&gt;Not when we're so much in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I could never get enough of saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This is our moment of truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Either we win or we lose this love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's just the way that we feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We'll know if love is for real, soon enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let out your feelings tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause oh, I know that I want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's all up to me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you is all I do&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I know you want me, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it's time we proved&lt;br /&gt;What we've been feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This is our moment of truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Either we win or we lose this love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's just the way that we feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We'll know if love is for real, soon enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let out your feelings tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cause oh, I know that I want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's all up to me and you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the moment of truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-2808537333991856233?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2808537333991856233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=2808537333991856233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/2808537333991856233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/2808537333991856233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/12/moment-of-truth-whitney-houston.html' title='Moment of truth (Whitney Houston)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-5869838307945988994</id><published>2007-12-12T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:35:55.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco (Scott McKenzie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKWiwfOhI6U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKWiwfOhI6U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna meet some gentle people there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Summertime will be a love-in there&lt;br /&gt;In the streets of San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Gentle people with flowers in their hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All across the nation such a strange vibration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;People in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There's a whole generation with a new explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;People in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;People in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair&lt;br /&gt;If you come to San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Summertime will be a love-in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you come to San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Summertime will be a love-in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Morricone - D. Pontes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke and you were there&lt;br /&gt;beside me in the night.&lt;br /&gt;You touched me and calmed my fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;turned darkness into light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke and saw you there&lt;br /&gt;beside me as before&lt;br /&gt;My heart leapt to find you near&lt;br /&gt;to feel you close once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To feel your love once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength has made me strong&lt;br /&gt;Though life tore us apart&lt;br /&gt;and now when the night seems long&lt;br /&gt;your love shines in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Your love shines in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-2815273627179856542?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2815273627179856542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=2815273627179856542' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/2815273627179856542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/2815273627179856542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-love-e-morricone-d-pontes.html' title='Your love (E. 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Juntos, un día entre dos, parece mucho más que un día&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, amor para dos, amor en buena compañía&lt;br /&gt;Si tú eres así, que suerte que ahora estés junto a a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, café para dos, fumando un cigarrillo a medias&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, cualquier situación de broma entre las cosas serias.&lt;br /&gt;El mundo entre dos, diciendo a los problemas adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figúrate, dos locos sueltos en plena calle&lt;br /&gt;La misma cama y un bocadillo a media tarde&lt;br /&gt;Hacer del lunes otro sábado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cruzar en rojo los semáforos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Viviendo juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Juntos, un día entre dos, parece mucho más que un día&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, amor para dos, amor en buena compañía&lt;br /&gt;Si tú eres así, que suerte que ahora estés junto a a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, café para dos, fumando un cigarrillo a medias&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, cualquier situación de broma entre las cosas serias.&lt;br /&gt;El mundo entre dos, diciendo a los problemas adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacer del lunes otro sábado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cruzar en rojo los semáforos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Viviendo juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Juntos, un día entre dos, parece mucho más que un día&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, amor para dos, amor en buena compañía&lt;br /&gt;Si tú eres así, que suerte que ahora estés junto a a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, café para dos, fumando un cigarrillo a medias&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, cualquier situación de broma entre las cosas serias.&lt;br /&gt;El mundo entre dos, diciendo a los problemas adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nos hizo falta tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Nos comimos el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;El beso que forjamos,&lt;br /&gt;Aquel vino que probamos&lt;br /&gt;Se fue de nuestras manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nos hizo falta tiempo&lt;br /&gt;De caminar la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;De hablar un año entero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;De bailar tu y yo un bolero.&lt;br /&gt;Mira que hizo falta tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos hizo falta tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Para andar en una playa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Inventar una aventura,&lt;br /&gt;Dedicarse a la locura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dibujarte los antojos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Descifrar que hay en tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Mira que hizo falta tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nos hizo falta tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Para que te convenciera&lt;br /&gt;Que eras tu mi vida entera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que de blanco te vistiera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Que mi abrazo consintieras,&lt;br /&gt;Que en verdad me conocieras.&lt;br /&gt;Mira que hizo falta tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Mucho tiempo por vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-2527398413853572406?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2527398413853572406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=2527398413853572406' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-7770304764035636012</id><published>2007-11-27T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:12:19.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Si fuera yo (Carlos Chaouen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Si fuera luz sólo daba en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;para que todos supieran mirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;No hay mejor modo de no deber nada&lt;br /&gt;que dando todo lo que haya que dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Si fuera dios sólo haría tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;una y mil veces por verte crecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Quiero que seas mi único equipaje,&lt;br /&gt;y tus bostezos el amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera agua y entrara en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién imagina un paisaje mejor?&lt;br /&gt;en itifálicas dulces verbenas&lt;br /&gt;empaparía tu ropa interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y otra vez la primavera que surge de un resquicio.&lt;br /&gt;Y no es la primera vez que hay exceso de vicio.&lt;br /&gt;Es el momento de estar de pie&lt;br /&gt;o de perder el equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;en la vida hace falta solamente estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna prisionera está en otra canción&lt;br /&gt;cien noches en vela con luces de verbena&lt;br /&gt;incienso en las nubes y el mar que se me sube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera tiempo te daría cien vidas&lt;br /&gt;pero una de ellas sería para mi.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabrá el sentido del mundo&lt;br /&gt;sin cuatro cositas al menos de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera sangre, vino indispensable&lt;br /&gt;y te nutriera, cual savia a la flor,&lt;br /&gt;no derramaba ni una gota a nadie&lt;br /&gt;y hablaría con tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera sombra de ese cuerpo tuyo&lt;br /&gt;proyectaría también tu sabor&lt;br /&gt;y cuando oscuro ya nadie me viera&lt;br /&gt;te comería en una canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y otra vez la primavera que surge de un resquicio&lt;br /&gt;Y no es la primera vez que hay exceso de vicio&lt;br /&gt;Es el momento de estar de pie&lt;br /&gt;o de perder el equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;en la vida hace falta solamente estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna prisionera está en otra canción&lt;br /&gt;cien noches en vela con luces de verbena&lt;br /&gt;incienso en las nubes y el mar que se me sube.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-7770304764035636012?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7770304764035636012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-1906198785989179219</id><published>2007-11-26T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:52:40.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rompeolas (Quique González)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Llévame a ver salir el sol&lt;br /&gt;desde todos los portales de la luna.&lt;br /&gt;Llévame al puerto y al malecón&lt;br /&gt;cuando el cielo se nos llene de gaviotas.&lt;br /&gt;Alumbrando las calles oscuras&lt;br /&gt;todas las estrellas que hoy durmieron solas&lt;br /&gt;(desde el rompeolas me acuerdo de ti)&lt;br /&gt;vuelo controlado, colgado del palo&lt;br /&gt;de las banderolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y ahora ya no puedo prestarte mi abrigo&lt;br /&gt;ni quitarte la ropa, ni sudar contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ni perder la calma, ni decirte las cosas&lt;br /&gt;que nunca te he dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y ahora ya no puedo prestarte mis alas&lt;br /&gt;ni subirte la falda, ni cogerte con vicio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ahora da lo mismo reírse de todo&lt;br /&gt;que llorar por nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llévame a ver salir el sol&lt;br /&gt;cuando enrede los cabellos en tu nuca.&lt;br /&gt;Llévame al puerto de náufragos&lt;br /&gt;y a los muelles que no escuchan tus preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Desatando pañuelos de bruma&lt;br /&gt;hace algunas horas que perdí la suma&lt;br /&gt;(desde el rompeolas me alejo de ti)&lt;br /&gt;vuelo equivocado, tu voz es el viento&lt;br /&gt;que rompe las olas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-1906198785989179219?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-2416180525904829574</id><published>2007-11-24T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:58:40.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La ley de amarte (Tamara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perdóname si al mirarte te estoy besando,&lt;br /&gt;si al hablar contigo yo te estoy acariciando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;si no sé lo que digo cuando por un descuido&lt;br /&gt;se mezcla en el viento tu aliento con el mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdóname si ahora te aprieto fuerte las manos,&lt;br /&gt;me suda la frente y me tiemblan los labios,&lt;br /&gt;no sé lo que quieres pero dilo despacio&lt;br /&gt;porque este deseo sin duda me esta delatando...&lt;br /&gt;y muero por...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Vivir una vez hasta la locura,&lt;br /&gt;crecer en tu pecho matando la duda,&lt;br /&gt;robarte el placer con besos de aire,&lt;br /&gt;sentirte en mi piel sin más ley que amarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Vivir una vez amor rozando el delirio,&lt;br /&gt;dejar al deseo volar al instinto,&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo tu vida latir en mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;y hacerte mío sin más ley que amarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-2416180525904829574?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2416180525904829574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=2416180525904829574' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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align="center"&gt;Olvidarte será fácil ya lo se&lt;br /&gt;Tengo apenas que dejar de ver el mar&lt;br /&gt;Y cegarme ante la luz de las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;No ver llegar la luna detrás de un cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarte será fácil ya lo se&lt;br /&gt;Tengo apenas que arrancarte de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Y cerrar al tiempo puertas y ventanas&lt;br /&gt;No ver llegar la noche ni el amanecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarte será fácil&lt;br /&gt;Tengo apenas que taparme los oídos&lt;br /&gt;A los cantos de las aves&lt;br /&gt;Y al murmullo penetrante de los ríos&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarte será fácil te lo digo&lt;br /&gt;Es cuestión de no escuchar a mis latidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarte será fácil ya lo se&lt;br /&gt;Tengo apenas que matar un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Y tapar al sol entero con un dedo&lt;br /&gt;Cambiar mi corazón por uno de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarte será fácil&lt;br /&gt;Tengo apenas que taparme los oídos&lt;br /&gt;A los cantos de las aves&lt;br /&gt;Y al murmullo penetrante de los ríos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Olvidarte será fácil te lo digo&lt;br /&gt;Es cuestión de olvidar que he nacido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-6519176086326649596?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6519176086326649596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=6519176086326649596' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6519176086326649596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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no te has dado cuenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ya no puedo acercarme a tu boca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;sin deseártela de una manera loca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necesito controlar tu vida&lt;br /&gt;saber quién te besa y quién te abriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace falta que te diga&lt;br /&gt;que me muero por tener algo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Es que no te has dado cuenta&lt;br /&gt;de lo mucho que me cuesta ser tu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo continuar espiando&lt;br /&gt;día y noche tu llegar adivinando,&lt;br /&gt;ya no se con qué inocente excusa pasar por tu casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ya me quedan tan pocos caminos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;y aunque pueda parecerte un desatino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;no quisiera yo morirme sin tener algo contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-5491548722082056718?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5491548722082056718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=5491548722082056718' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/5491548722082056718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/5491548722082056718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/algo-contigo.html' title='Algo contigo'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-8703844093721079410</id><published>2007-11-20T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:29:39.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enséñame tus manos (A. Sanz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AlzG3JTCLsU/R0Nfu7o4tmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b5yq78fQHr0/s1600-h/EnsÃ©Ã±ame+tus+manos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135053260020299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AlzG3JTCLsU/R0Nfu7o4tmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b5yq78fQHr0/s200/Ens%C3%A9%C3%B1ame+tus+manos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A veces las cosas se tuercen te digo por cierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y te encuentras frente a ese desierto abierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;con el hielo mudo y el coraje lento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tan viejo como el mismo mundo&lt;br /&gt;el cariño y el despecho,&lt;br /&gt;el camino se hace andando, si&lt;br /&gt;pero un desierto es un desierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ya sé por qué le ganó a nuestro labio el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;y es que el reloj no tiene el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;no tiene el miedo.&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que no conseguimos aislarnos del resto de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;donde los humanos, cambian los sueños por aire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dame alguna excusa que nos salve&lt;br /&gt;o que nos traguen siete mares&lt;br /&gt;pero no me quites el coraje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Enséñame tus manos&lt;br /&gt;abre las palmas que las vea y ahora,&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun te queda un poco de esperanza en ellas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enséñame tus manos, esas,&lt;br /&gt;con las que nos acariciamos&lt;br /&gt;y hoy nos hacemos tanto daño,&lt;br /&gt;tanto daño amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tal vez por qué para ti solo soy un cero a la izquierda&lt;br /&gt;y no hay manera de que multiplique mi cariño por tus ganas,&lt;br /&gt;y nos den mas que cero&lt;br /&gt;ya se por qué le ganó a nuestro labio el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;y es que el reloj no tiene el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;no tiene el miedo, no tiene el fuego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No te preocupes, que hoy es domingo y Dios descansa&lt;br /&gt;disfrutemos del momento y de este sitio que nos regala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dame alguna excusa que nos salve&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; que nos traguen siete mares&lt;br /&gt;pero no mequites el coraje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Enséñame tus manos&lt;br /&gt;abre las palmas que las vea y ahora,&lt;br /&gt;dime si aun te queda un poco de esperanza en ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enséñame tus manos, esas, con las que nos acariciamos&lt;br /&gt;y hoy nos hacemos tanto daño.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enseñame tus manos...&lt;br /&gt;que las mías se han cansado&lt;br /&gt;de intentar coger el mundo&lt;br /&gt;con los puños apretados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;séñame tus manos, esas, con las que nos acariciamos&lt;br /&gt;y hoy nos hacemos tanto daño.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-8703844093721079410?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8703844093721079410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=8703844093721079410' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/8703844093721079410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/8703844093721079410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/ensame-tus-manos-sanz.html' title='Enséñame tus manos (A. Sanz)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AlzG3JTCLsU/R0Nfu7o4tmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b5yq78fQHr0/s72-c/Ens%C3%A9%C3%B1ame+tus+manos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-8538408920183117793</id><published>2007-11-18T16:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:28:55.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magnificent Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PETEgnaXcg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/magnificent-seven.html' title='The Magnificent Seven'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-6320839319320662905</id><published>2007-11-17T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:16:41.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong enough (Cher)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't need your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say or do for me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a miracle&lt;br /&gt;You'll never change for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your reasons why&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;And was she worth it,&lt;br /&gt;was she worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos I'm strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To live without you&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough and I quit crying&lt;br /&gt;Long enough now I'm strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To know you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more to say&lt;br /&gt;So save your breath&lt;br /&gt;And then walk away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong enough to know you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you feel misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Baby, have I got news for you&lt;br /&gt;On being used, I could write a book&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna hear about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing sleep&lt;br /&gt;You've been going cheap&lt;br /&gt;She ain't worth half of me it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm strong enough to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough and I quit crying&lt;br /&gt;Long enough now I'm strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To know you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hell or waters high&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;This is our last goodbye, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'm strong enough to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough and I quit crying&lt;br /&gt;Long enough now I'm strong enough&lt;br /&gt;To know you gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There's no more to say&lt;br /&gt;So save your breath&lt;br /&gt;And you walk away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong enough to know you gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-6320839319320662905?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-7546282131022931466</id><published>2007-11-16T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:56:45.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Es caprichoso el azar (Serrat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Serrat:  &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Fue sin querer...&lt;br /&gt;Es caprichoso el azar.&lt;br /&gt;No te busqué&lt;br /&gt;ni me viniste a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;Tú estabas donde&lt;br /&gt;no tenías que estar;&lt;br /&gt;y yo pasé,&lt;br /&gt;pasé sin querer pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me viste y te vi&lt;br /&gt;entre la gente que&lt;br /&gt;iba y venía con&lt;br /&gt;prisa en la tarde que&lt;br /&gt;anunciaba chaparrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo esperándote...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo esperándote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noa:  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fue sin querer...&lt;br /&gt;Es caprichoso el azar.&lt;br /&gt;No te busqué&lt;br /&gt;ni me viniste a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;Yo estaba donde&lt;br /&gt;no tenía que estar&lt;br /&gt;y pasaste tú,&lt;br /&gt;como sin querer pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero prendió el azar&lt;br /&gt;semáforos carmín,&lt;br /&gt;detuvo el autobús&lt;br /&gt;y el aguacero hasta&lt;br /&gt;que me miraste tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo esperándote...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo esperándote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos:  &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fue sin querer...&lt;br /&gt;Es caprichoso el azar.&lt;br /&gt;No te busqué,&lt;br /&gt;ni me viniste a buscar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-7546282131022931466?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-7377896878399602270</id><published>2007-11-15T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:22:55.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agost (Els pets)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Descamisat Sisquet fa tard,&lt;br /&gt;diu adéu a la colla.&lt;br /&gt;L'han vacunat contra l'asfalt&lt;br /&gt;en un poblet de costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On d'amagat l'espera&lt;br /&gt;darrera de l'església&lt;br /&gt;mig tremolós&lt;br /&gt;aquell petó&lt;br /&gt;que tindrà gust a sal de mar i a nit&lt;br /&gt;plena d'estrelles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un pel suat Cesc s'ha llevat&lt;br /&gt;de fer la migdiada,&lt;br /&gt;mentre al costat la dona va&lt;br /&gt;desant rasclets i pales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mirant com la nena&lt;br /&gt;rebossada d'arena&lt;br /&gt;dorm al sofà&lt;br /&gt;pensa que mai&lt;br /&gt;tindrà millor moment per anar a buscar&lt;br /&gt;la parelleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que arribi l'agost&lt;br /&gt;feixuc i mandrós&lt;br /&gt;que ens fa recordar&lt;br /&gt;la bellesa del temps que passa a poc a poc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Des del cafè el senyor Francesc&lt;br /&gt;mira la gent com tomba&lt;br /&gt;fent el tallat on fa tants anys&lt;br /&gt;te un reservat a l'ombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quan la dona arriba&lt;br /&gt;li acosta la cadira&lt;br /&gt;del seu costat&lt;br /&gt;i li estreny la ma&lt;br /&gt;pensant que el mar és com la vida&lt;br /&gt;que no atura el ritme mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que arribi l'agost&lt;br /&gt;vital i enganxós&lt;br /&gt;per treure'ns les presses&lt;br /&gt;i recuperar la tendresa del mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que arribi l'agost&lt;br /&gt;feixuc i mandrós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;que ens fa recordar&lt;br /&gt;la bellesa del temps que passa a poc a poc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-7377896878399602270?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7377896878399602270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=7377896878399602270' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/7377896878399602270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/7377896878399602270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/agost-els-pets.html' title='Agost (Els pets)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-1251152797082931554</id><published>2007-11-14T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:12:43.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Molinos de Samieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No es la letra de una canción, pero me encanta cómo suena la musiquita de este vídeo. De paso os enseño un lugar bonito y curioso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHP06TAKljU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHP06TAKljU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-1251152797082931554?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1251152797082931554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=1251152797082931554' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/1251152797082931554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/1251152797082931554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/molinos-de-samieira.html' title='Molinos de Samieira'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-4287887288184722540</id><published>2007-11-12T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:22:24.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ódiame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ódiame por piedad, yo te lo pido.&lt;br /&gt;Ódiame sin medida ni clemencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Odio quiero más que indiferencia,&lt;br /&gt;porque el rencor hiere menos que el olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú me odias quedaré yo convencido&lt;br /&gt;que me amaste mi bien con insistencia.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ten presente de acuedo a la expericiencia&lt;br /&gt;que tan sólo se odia lo querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vale más, yo humilde y tu orgullosa&lt;br /&gt;o vale más tu débil hermosura,&lt;br /&gt;piensa que en el fondo de la fosa&lt;br /&gt;llevaremos la misma vestidura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-4287887288184722540?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4287887288184722540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=4287887288184722540' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4287887288184722540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4287887288184722540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/diame.html' title='Ódiame'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-1403196506143800863</id><published>2007-11-10T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:36:51.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelitos negros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AlzG3JTCLsU/RzXeFcZ3StI/AAAAAAAAABw/2uQiMHJ3_HU/s1600-h/angelitos+negros.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131251535563934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AlzG3JTCLsU/RzXeFcZ3StI/AAAAAAAAABw/2uQiMHJ3_HU/s200/angelitos+negros.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pintor nacido en mi tierra&lt;br /&gt;con el pincel extranjero,&lt;br /&gt;pintor que sigues el rumbo&lt;br /&gt;de tantos pintores viejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque la Virgen sea blanca&lt;br /&gt;píntame angelitos negros,&lt;br /&gt;que también se van al cielo&lt;br /&gt;todos los negritos buenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintor, si pintas con amor,&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué desprecias su color,&lt;br /&gt;si sabes que en cielo&lt;br /&gt;también los quiere Dios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintor de santos de alcoba,&lt;br /&gt;si tienes alma en el cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué al pintar en tus cuadros&lt;br /&gt;te olvidaste de los negros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre que pintas iglesias&lt;br /&gt;pintas angelitos bellos,&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca te acordaste&lt;br /&gt;de pintar un ángel negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Letra: A. Eloy Blanco&lt;br /&gt;Música: M. Álvarez Maciste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-1403196506143800863?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1403196506143800863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=1403196506143800863' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/1403196506143800863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/1403196506143800863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/angelitos-negros.html' title='Angelitos negros'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AlzG3JTCLsU/RzXeFcZ3StI/AAAAAAAAABw/2uQiMHJ3_HU/s72-c/angelitos+negros.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-6436844721794394737</id><published>2007-11-09T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:57:12.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceramente tuyo (J. M. Serrat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No escojas sólo una parte,&lt;br /&gt;Tómame como me doy,&lt;br /&gt;Entero y tal como soy,&lt;br /&gt;No vayas a equivocarte.&lt;br /&gt;Soy sinceramente tuyo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero no quiero, mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;Ir de visita por tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;Vestido parea la ocasión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferiría con el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Reconocerme sin rubor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuéntale a tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que existe siempre una razón&lt;br /&gt;Escondida en cada gesto.&lt;br /&gt;Del derecho y del revés,&lt;br /&gt;Uno solo es lo que es&lt;br /&gt;Y anda siempre con lo puesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nunca es triste la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que no tiene es remedio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no es prudente ir camuflado&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente por ahí&lt;br /&gt;Ni por estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Ni para ir a ningún lado.&lt;br /&gt;No me pidas que no piense&lt;br /&gt;En voz alta por mi bien,&lt;br /&gt;Ni que me suba a un taburete&lt;br /&gt;Si quieres, probaré a crecer.&lt;br /&gt;Es insufrible ver que lloras&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no tengo nada que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuéntale a tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que existe siempre una razón&lt;br /&gt;Escondida en cada gesto.&lt;br /&gt;Del derecho y del revés,&lt;br /&gt;Uno solo es lo que es&lt;br /&gt;Y anda siempre con lo puesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nunca es triste la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que no tiene es remedio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-6436844721794394737?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6436844721794394737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=6436844721794394737' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6436844721794394737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/6436844721794394737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/sinceramente-tuyo-j-m-serrat.html' title='Sinceramente tuyo (J. M. Serrat)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-4592403703677557341</id><published>2007-11-06T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:58:40.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Si a veces hablo de ti (Moncho)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si a veces hablo de ti&lt;br /&gt;no pienses que aún te quiero&lt;br /&gt;es sólo porque recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;lo que contigo sufrí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a veces hablo de ti&lt;br /&gt;o ves que brillan mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;no creas que están llorosos&lt;br /&gt;es que mi risa es así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando lloro por ti&lt;br /&gt;ni las estrellas lo saben,&lt;br /&gt;yo lloro cuando no hay nadie&lt;br /&gt;que te lo pueda decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando lloro por ti&lt;br /&gt;lo hagotan para dentro&lt;br /&gt;que ni mi piel sabe cierto&lt;br /&gt;que muero pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que no, que no, que no,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca podrás saber&lt;br /&gt;si todavía te quiero&lt;br /&gt;o te dejé de querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando lloro por ti&lt;br /&gt;lo hago siempre en silencio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-4592403703677557341?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4592403703677557341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=4592403703677557341' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4592403703677557341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/4592403703677557341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/si-veces-hablo-de-ti-moncho_06.html' title='Si a veces hablo de ti (Moncho)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-5237576587971247786</id><published>2007-11-04T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:00:59.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta urgente (Rosana)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lahiguera.net/musicalia/imagesnov/1117700352429ec100ecd2e-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lahiguera.net/musicalia/imagesnov/1117700352429ec100ecd2e-g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay cosas que te escribo en cartas para no decirlas.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en canciones para repetirlas.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que están en mi alma y quedarán contigo cuado me haya ido,&lt;br /&gt;En todas acabo diciendo cuanto te he querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en la cama,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que siento tan mías que no son de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay cosas que escribo contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que sin ti no valen,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas y cosas que acaban llegando tan tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que se lleva el tiempo sabe Dios a dónde.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que siguen ancladas cuando el tiempo corre.&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que están en mi alma y quedarán conmigo cuando me haya ido,&lt;br /&gt;En todas acabo sabiendo cuanto me has querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en la cama,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que escribo en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que siento tan mías que no son de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay cosas que escribo contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que sin ti no valen,&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas y cosas que acaban llegando tan tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cartas urgentes que llegan&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ya no hay nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-5237576587971247786?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5237576587971247786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=5237576587971247786' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/5237576587971247786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/5237576587971247786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/carta-urgente-rosana.html' title='Carta urgente (Rosana)'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3262534364516512352.post-7364543371564717133</id><published>2007-11-04T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:11:22.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De dónde venimos...</title><content type='html'>Pues para no perder nuestra pista en este pequeño mundo virtual, diré que esta web porcede directamente de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sentinel-la.blogia.com/"&gt;http://sentinel-la.blogia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos son nuestros orígenes y apartir de ahora continuaremos nuestra andadura musical por estos lares.&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenidos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3262534364516512352-7364543371564717133?l=rockandspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7364543371564717133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3262534364516512352&amp;postID=7364543371564717133' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/7364543371564717133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3262534364516512352/posts/default/7364543371564717133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockandspeed.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-dnde-venimos.html' title='De dónde venimos...'/><author><name>Sentinela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00834526855317337770</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
