<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028</id><updated>2009-10-21T01:48:03.639+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A life in music</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-1806319852354727671</id><published>2009-06-10T15:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:24:32.537+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics letra'/><title type='text'>Loquillo y los trogloditas - La matare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kW-2MZubshE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kW-2MZubshE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo la sentaba en mi regazo, &lt;br /&gt;enloquecía sólo a su contacto. &lt;br /&gt;La he conservado en la memoria. &lt;br /&gt;Tal como estaba. &lt;br /&gt;Siempre a mi lado. &lt;br /&gt;Nunca me juró su amor &lt;br /&gt;lo creía eterno yo.  &lt;br /&gt;Y ella me sonreía y &lt;br /&gt;miraba hacia el mar.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Me emborrachaba entre sus brazos  &lt;br /&gt;ella nunca bebía, ni la vi llorando, &lt;br /&gt;yo hubiera muerto por su risa.  &lt;br /&gt;Hubiera sido su feliz esclavo. &lt;br /&gt;Qué dolor sucio y traidor  &lt;br /&gt;me envenena el corazón.  &lt;br /&gt;Sé que ella nunca enloqueció.  &lt;br /&gt;Jamás perdió el control.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Quiero verla bailar entre los muertos, &lt;br /&gt;la cintura morena que me volvió loco, &lt;br /&gt;llevo un velo de sangre en la mirada, &lt;br /&gt;y un deseo en el alma,  &lt;br /&gt;que jamás la encuentre. &lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero que una vez &lt;br /&gt;algo la haga conmover. &lt;br /&gt;Que no la encuentre jamás  &lt;br /&gt;o sé que la mataré. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Por favor sólo quiero matarla. &lt;br /&gt;A punta de navaja &lt;br /&gt;Besándola una vez más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-1806319852354727671?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/1806319852354727671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=1806319852354727671' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/1806319852354727671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/1806319852354727671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2009/06/loquillo-y-los-trogloditas-la-matare.html' title='Loquillo y los trogloditas - La matare'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-4969368075787148032</id><published>2009-06-04T16:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:26:44.014+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics letra'/><title type='text'>Milow - Ayo Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DE9IchvpOPk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DE9IchvpOPk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She work it girl, she work the pole &lt;br /&gt;She break it down, she take it low &lt;br /&gt;She fine as hell, she about the dough &lt;br /&gt;She doing her thing out on the floor &lt;br /&gt;Her money money, she makin' makin' &lt;br /&gt;Got the way she shakin' &lt;br /&gt;Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it &lt;br /&gt;Have you lustin' for her, &lt;br /&gt;go crazy face it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so much more than you're used to &lt;br /&gt;She know's just how to move to seduce you &lt;br /&gt;She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot &lt;br /&gt;Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always ready, when you want it she want it &lt;br /&gt;Like a nympho, the info &lt;br /&gt;I show you where to meet her &lt;br /&gt;On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin' &lt;br /&gt;If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age, &lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze &lt;br /&gt;Let's get together &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase &lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy, &lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, &lt;br /&gt;you got me saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology, &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me &lt;br /&gt;Aayooh &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology &lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front-- of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her fantasy, there's plain to see &lt;br /&gt;Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', &lt;br /&gt;Sweat soaking &lt;br /&gt;All into my set sheets &lt;br /&gt;When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll &lt;br /&gt;I'll be in this bitch till the club close &lt;br /&gt;What should I do, on all fours &lt;br /&gt;Now that that shit should be against the law &lt;br /&gt;Different style, different move, &lt;br /&gt;Damn I like the way you move &lt;br /&gt;Girl you got me thinking about, &lt;br /&gt;All the things I'd do to you &lt;br /&gt;Let's get it poppin' shorty &lt;br /&gt;We can switch positions &lt;br /&gt;From the couch to the counters in my kitchen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age, &lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze &lt;br /&gt;Let's get together &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase &lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy, &lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, you got me saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology, &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me &lt;br /&gt;Aayooh &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology &lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front of me &lt;br /&gt;Ooh she wants it, Ooh she wants it &lt;br /&gt;Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her &lt;br /&gt;She wants it, Hmm she wants it &lt;br /&gt;Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her &lt;br /&gt;I got to give it to her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age, &lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze &lt;br /&gt;Let's get together &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase &lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy, &lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, you got me saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me &lt;br /&gt;Aayooh &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology &lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-4969368075787148032?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/4969368075787148032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=4969368075787148032' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/4969368075787148032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/4969368075787148032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2009/06/milow-ayo-technology.html' title='Milow - Ayo Technology'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-4871976581112172212</id><published>2009-05-04T11:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:26:08.498+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras lyrics'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift - Love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKGQsP3YG3c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKGQsP3YG3c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlace al video original: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSBremJzMR4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were both young when i first saw you&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;im standing there&lt;br /&gt;on a balcony of summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the lights,&lt;br /&gt;see the party the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;i see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;you say hello&lt;br /&gt;little did i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you were romeo you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;and my daddy said stay away from juliet&lt;br /&gt;and i was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;begging you please don’t go, and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;i’ll be waiting all theres left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;you’ll be the prince and i’ll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;its a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;we keep quiet because we’re dead if they know&lt;br /&gt;so close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;lets keep this down for a little while&lt;br /&gt;cause you were romeo i was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;and my daddy said stay away from juliet&lt;br /&gt;but you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;and i was begging you please don’t go and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;i’ll be waiting all theres left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;you be the prince and i’ll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;its a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo save me, don’t try to tell me how it feels&lt;br /&gt;this love is difficult, but its so real&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid we’ll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;its a love story baby just say yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;my faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;when i met you on the outskirts of town, and I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romeo save me i’ve been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;i keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;br /&gt;is this in my head, i don’t know what to think&lt;br /&gt;he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marry me juliet you’ll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;i love you and thats all I really know&lt;br /&gt;i talked to your dad you’ll pick out the white dress&lt;br /&gt;its a love story baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, yes&lt;br /&gt;we were still young when i first saw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-4871976581112172212?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/4871976581112172212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=4871976581112172212' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/4871976581112172212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/4871976581112172212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2009/05/taylor-swift-love-story.html' title='Taylor Swift - Love story'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-7073160853399236113</id><published>2009-04-24T14:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:13:57.809+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics letra'/><title type='text'>The pipettes - Pull Shapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYVKFLWyczI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYVKFLWyczI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os aconsejo ver el video que es lo más: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy7SvZQfeBM"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx Ali por enseñarme la canción :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me baby boy tonight &lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me And We'll Be Alright &lt;br /&gt;It's a rough loving follows gasping with me &lt;br /&gt;So follow my lead and we'll one two three &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to Disco &lt;br /&gt;I like to Rock 'n' Roll &lt;br /&gt;Well I like to Hip Hop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can do it all &lt;br /&gt;Just don't let the music fall &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead with my left hand &lt;br /&gt;I stop with my right foot &lt;br /&gt;Well I just want to freak out &lt;br /&gt;I just want to move &lt;br /&gt;I don't care what this songs about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me baby boy tonight &lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me And We'll Be Alright &lt;br /&gt;It's a rough loving follows gasping with me &lt;br /&gt;So follow my lead and we'll one two three &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a drum beat &lt;br /&gt;(Pull Shapes) &lt;br /&gt;And is the bass beat &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;Well then the rhyme is complete &lt;br /&gt;Then get up on the floor &lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to move your feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me baby boy tonight &lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me And We'll Be Alright &lt;br /&gt;It's a rough loving follows gasping with me &lt;br /&gt;So follow my lead and we'll one two three &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the music stops &lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the music stops &lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the music stops &lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the music stops &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands if you want some more &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands if you want some more &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands if you want some more &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands if you want some more &lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands if you want some more &lt;br /&gt;Clap your hands if you want some more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me baby boy tonight &lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me And We'll Be Alright &lt;br /&gt;It's a rough loving follows gasping with me &lt;br /&gt;So follow my lead and we'll one two three &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me baby boy tonight &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me And We'll Be Alright &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;It's a rough loving follows gasping with me &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes &lt;br /&gt;So follow my lead and we'll one two three &lt;br /&gt;Pull Shapes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-7073160853399236113?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/7073160853399236113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=7073160853399236113' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/7073160853399236113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/7073160853399236113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2009/04/pipettes-pull-shapes.html' title='The pipettes - Pull Shapes'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-3833770095294386046</id><published>2009-01-08T05:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:27:07.731+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Romworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/SWWAJzVRuGI/AAAAAAAAABo/-SApnqh5jww/s1600-h/romworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/SWWAJzVRuGI/AAAAAAAAABo/-SApnqh5jww/s320/romworld.jpg" border="0" alt="Screenshot de RomWorld" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288774243303143522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas navidades he estado haciendo el gamba con el mame en la dreamcast. Para descargar roms de rom-world.net, he creado una pequeña herramienta que maneja una cola para no tener que ir una por una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún le queda un montón de debug, pero lo cuelgo por si a alguien le sirve para algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos del 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/180926872/Romworld-beta.rar.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si quereis el source, pedidlo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-3833770095294386046?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/3833770095294386046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=3833770095294386046' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the time or place&lt;br /&gt;That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see we've met&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had it been another day&lt;br /&gt;I might have looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;But I had never been aware&lt;br /&gt;And as it is I dream of her tonight&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Falling, yes I am falling&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps calling me back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never known&lt;br /&gt;The likes of this, I've been alone&lt;br /&gt;And I have missed things and kept out of sight&lt;br /&gt;But other girls were never quite like this&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a face&lt;br /&gt;I can t forget the time or place&lt;br /&gt;And we'd just met, she's just the girl for me&lt;br /&gt;And I want all the world to see we've met&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-7033674163494890960?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/7033674163494890960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=7033674163494890960' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/7033674163494890960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/7033674163494890960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2008/08/letra-ive-just-seen-face-ive-just-seen.html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiXnswDyZAQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;Verse 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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iris'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-2316285060136289970</id><published>2008-04-01T18:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:27:40.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El canto del loco - eres tonto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjtP5goDzeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjtP5goDzeY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;Letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Esta historia que te cuento es como un grito&lt;br /&gt;Una voz desesperada que grita pidiendo auxilio&lt;br /&gt;Auxilio por no ver nada que me llene en el camino&lt;br /&gt;Auxilio por ver que hay mucha falta de cariño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me paro y me pregunto por qué no vives&lt;br /&gt;Rodeado de mas verdad y buscando desequilibrio&lt;br /&gt;Que te llene de valor y que te quite del suicidio&lt;br /&gt;No tener que depender para sentirte mas querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usando menos el coco y un poquito mas la piel&lt;br /&gt;Ya que somos lo que somos y si no lo quieres ver&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Si no te gustas es que no estás vivo&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Pero eso es algo que nació contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mañana al despertar, saltar de la cama&lt;br /&gt;Luchar tu mañana, mirar a la cara&lt;br /&gt;Que no eres nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Salir a la calle sin la tonteria&lt;br /&gt;Sacando de dentro entera tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Entera tu vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que esta de moda ir de tontito&lt;br /&gt;Aparentar ser la persona que siempre tu habias querido&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te quieres aunque sea solo un poquito?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no eres tu mismo y no algo parecido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usando menos el coco y un poquito mas la piel&lt;br /&gt;Ya que somos lo que somos y si no lo quieres ver&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Si no te gustas es que no estás vivo&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Pero eso es algo que nació contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mañana al despertar, saltar de la cama&lt;br /&gt;Luchar tu mañana, mirar a la cara&lt;br /&gt;Que no eres nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Salir a la calle sin la tonteria&lt;br /&gt;Sacando de dentro entera tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Entera tu vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Y mañana al despertar, saltar de la cama&lt;br /&gt;Luchar tu mañana, mirar a la cara&lt;br /&gt;Que no eres nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres tonto!&lt;br /&gt;Salir a la calle sin la tonteria&lt;br /&gt;Sacando de dentro entera tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Entera tu vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;En el nuevo disco (Discazo, por cierto), Dani Martin, deja un mensaje grabado a la inversa , en plan satanico :P. Aqui podeis escucharlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6a9ff91" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7422883767671633028-2316285060136289970?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/2316285060136289970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=2316285060136289970' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wh7-I1rW_74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wh7-I1rW_74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;Letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once and a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-8189762178987091697?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-437051693345723728</id><published>2008-03-18T18:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:03:51.834+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>Dj Shadow - six days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdAQ5SVxH-Y&gt;Dj Shadow - Siz days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;Letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting of the week&lt;br /&gt;At summit talks you'll hear them speak&lt;br /&gt;It's only Monday&lt;br /&gt;Negotiations breaking down&lt;br /&gt;See those leaders start to frown&lt;br /&gt;It's sword and gun day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be sitting taking lunch&lt;br /&gt;The news will hit you like a punch&lt;br /&gt;It's only Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;You never thought we'd go to war&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we saw&lt;br /&gt;It's April Fools' day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear a whistling overhead&lt;br /&gt;Are you alive or are you dead?&lt;br /&gt;It's only Thursday&lt;br /&gt;You feel a shaking on the ground&lt;br /&gt;A billion candles burn around&lt;br /&gt;Is it your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow never comes until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Make tomorrow come I think it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-437051693345723728?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-7808247177070156963</id><published>2008-01-21T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:32:51.855+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>Terra naomi - Say it's possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARHyRI9_NB4&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/ARHyRI9_NB4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;Letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the lights are turning&lt;br /&gt;And i look outside the stars are burning&lt;br /&gt;Through this changing time&lt;br /&gt;It could have been anything we want&lt;br /&gt;Its fine salvation was just a passing thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wait act now&lt;br /&gt;This amazing offer wont last long&lt;br /&gt;Its only a chance to pave the path were on&lt;br /&gt;I know there are more exciting things to talk about&lt;br /&gt;And in time well sort it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though they say its possible to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont see how its probable&lt;br /&gt;I see the course were on&lt;br /&gt;Spinning farther from what i know&lt;br /&gt;Ill hold on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you wont let go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you wont let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth is such a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;With all these people&lt;br /&gt;Keep on telling me&lt;br /&gt;They know whats best&lt;br /&gt;And what to be frightened of&lt;br /&gt;And all the rest are wrong&lt;br /&gt;They know nothing about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though they say its possible to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont see how its probable&lt;br /&gt;I see the course were on&lt;br /&gt;Spinning farther from what i know&lt;br /&gt;Ill hold on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you wont let go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you wont let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Combine our love into something wonderful&lt;br /&gt;But times are tough i know&lt;br /&gt;And the pull of what we cant give up takes hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-7808247177070156963?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/7808247177070156963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=7808247177070156963' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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term='series'/><title type='text'>One tree hill promo 2008</title><content type='html'>via seat42f.com: las fotos promocionales de la temporada 5 de One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7SiWJNxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3z6hqOgJwbc/s1600-h/one-tree-hill-brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7SiWJNxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3z6hqOgJwbc/s320/one-tree-hill-brooke.jpg" border="0" alt="Brooke"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143809282798073618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7SyWJNyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Wair1SVsT8/s1600-h/one-tree-hill-haley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7SyWJNyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6Wair1SVsT8/s320/one-tree-hill-haley.jpg" border="0" alt="Hailey"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143809287093040930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7SyWJNzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ntMZ55nNUAg/s1600-h/one-tree-hill-lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7SyWJNzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ntMZ55nNUAg/s320/one-tree-hill-lucas.jpg" border="0" alt="Lucas"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143809287093040946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7TCWJN0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1QgApgbpcmg/s1600-h/one-tree-hill-nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7TCWJN0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1QgApgbpcmg/s320/one-tree-hill-nathan.jpg" border="0" alt="Nathan"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143809291388008258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7TSWJN1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H6csOSYywUw/s1600-h/one-tree-hill-peyton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jthKxuY0yM/R2J7TSWJN1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/H6csOSYywUw/s320/one-tree-hill-peyton.jpg" border="0" alt="Peyton"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143809295682975570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-8775495613806767777?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concédeme un instante, quizás me encuentres interesante,&lt;br /&gt;viste con guante blanco ladrón que tienes delante.&lt;br /&gt;No obstante, como ya sabrás rimo palabras,&lt;br /&gt;no son las palabras que tu quieres oír.&lt;br /&gt;Quieres una ciudad siempre soleada,&lt;br /&gt;quieres acción y aquí no pasa casi nada.&lt;br /&gt;Quieres pasear desnuda por el jardín,&lt;br /&gt;quieres dormir acompañada por fin.&lt;br /&gt;¿Estas sola, estudias, trabajas, te controlan?&lt;br /&gt;¿que cosas te molan? fumas para volar?&lt;br /&gt;que te voy a contar si van a por nohotros..&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres perder el control? ¿a joder como potros?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres que te pague las drogas? ¿quieres dialogar?&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres ser mi cardióloga?&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres de este corazón que se ahoga?&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres volver al hogar y nadie te recuerda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quieres compañero de cama,&lt;br /&gt;de copas, de fin de semana,&lt;br /&gt;de escama, de bolsa&lt;br /&gt;buscas gloria, fama, la vida loca,&lt;br /&gt;mas de lo que toca&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres ver mundo? y lo quieres ver de rosa&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres ser libre o tener dueño?&lt;br /&gt;fiestas, desenfreno, sexo en siestas,&lt;br /&gt;vivir un sueño... despierto,&lt;br /&gt;amanecer en el desierto del mundo que has visto...&lt;br /&gt;¿no quieres ver el resto?&lt;br /&gt;cruzar el estrecho, de Madrid al cielo..&lt;br /&gt;todo a pata o en metro. vivir en el centro,&lt;br /&gt;garitos, sellos, drogas de diseño,&lt;br /&gt;besitos en el cuello.. ay que bueno..&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres disfrutar de las cosas pequeñas?&lt;br /&gt;o encontrarles pegas? gofres belgas,&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres vivir con agendas y listas de espera?&lt;br /&gt;dormir y vestir en seda, que te case Elvis en Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres que te coma las tetas?&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres braguetas, versos de estos poetas?&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres parar la saeta del reloj que te sujeta?&lt;br /&gt;pues quédate a vivir en mi planeta.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué quieres cuando te refieres a disfrutar?&lt;br /&gt;calentar, mover el culo en el medio del pub.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres un amigo peletero asesino?&lt;br /&gt;te digo, quieres que te arranque la piel para hacerme un abrigo de...zorra!&lt;br /&gt;te quieres forrar, tu pasado borrar,&lt;br /&gt;joder te vas a enamorar de un dólar.&lt;br /&gt;¡oh la reina del sistema solar!&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo escucha mis parábolas son para volar.&lt;br /&gt;quieres que describa el universo verso a verso?&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres saber quién soy? soy semen disperso en tu lomo.&lt;br /&gt;tienes un coño? te lo como.&lt;br /&gt;tienes un culo? también te lo como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quieres ser mi reina de una noche,&lt;br /&gt;un polvo en un coche,&lt;br /&gt;un paseo a tu casa con beso en el porche.&lt;br /&gt;quieres romance, confianza, libertad sin fianza,&lt;br /&gt;¿la pasión del primer día, el amante que no se cansa?&lt;br /&gt;quieres mordisquitos en la espalda,&lt;br /&gt;asuntillos bajo tu falda,&lt;br /&gt;besitos ricos, clito, gritos, mordisquitos en la nuca...&lt;br /&gt;te gusta que pierda la calma...&lt;br /&gt;que suene la alarma.&lt;br /&gt;quieres mil besos y caricias,&lt;br /&gt;sorpresas y regalos, tol año verano,&lt;br /&gt;morir soñando, sólo buenas noticias,&lt;br /&gt;benzos, bimmas y micras (cuidao que te vicias)&lt;br /&gt;quieres ser mi reina o mi ruina,&lt;br /&gt;la estrella que me cuida y me china, porritos.&lt;br /&gt;¿quieres felicidad o dígitos?&lt;br /&gt;a veces me repito,&lt;br /&gt;tu camino es tuyo, si quieres yo me quito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres ser como los hombres quieren que seas?&lt;br /&gt;delante de una verdadera mujer te mareas.&lt;br /&gt;tu y tus "o seas" no tenéis ni puta idea...&lt;br /&gt;luego, Claudia desea la suerte de la fea.&lt;br /&gt;¿prefieres lluvia en las calles a mojarte por dentro?&lt;br /&gt;¿o amas llenar la cama de llamas? por ejemplo,&lt;br /&gt;esta noche hay fiesta en el local,&lt;br /&gt;las chicas son muy feas y se lo hacen mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-1589186041831700552?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/1589186041831700552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=1589186041831700552' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/1589186041831700552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/1589186041831700552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2007/12/r-d-rumba-kaseo-y-kamikaze-quieres.html' title='R d Rumba, Kase.O y kamikaze - Quieres'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-4629037639123303698</id><published>2007-11-28T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:04:52.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>Jeff buckley - Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dwwaS5B_vY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0dwwaS5B_vY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard there was a secret chord&lt;br /&gt;that david played and it pleased the lord&lt;br /&gt;but you don't really care for music, do you&lt;br /&gt;well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth&lt;br /&gt;the minor fall and the major lift&lt;br /&gt;the baffled king composing hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well your faith was strong but you needed proof&lt;br /&gt;you saw her bathing on the roof&lt;br /&gt;her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you&lt;br /&gt;she tied you to her kitchen chair&lt;br /&gt;she broke your throne and she cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;and from your lips she drew the hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i've been here before&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this room and i've walked this floor&lt;br /&gt;i used to live alone before i knew you&lt;br /&gt;i've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;br /&gt;but love is not a victory march&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there was a time when you let me know&lt;br /&gt;what's really going on below&lt;br /&gt;but now you never show that to me do you&lt;br /&gt;but remember when i moved in you&lt;br /&gt;and the holy dove was moving too&lt;br /&gt;and every breath we drew was hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe there's a god above&lt;br /&gt;but all i've ever learned from love&lt;br /&gt;was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you&lt;br /&gt;it's not a cry that you hear at night&lt;br /&gt;it's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;br /&gt;it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-4629037639123303698?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/4629037639123303698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=4629037639123303698' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/4629037639123303698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/4629037639123303698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2007/11/letra-i-heard-there-was-secret-chord.html' title='Jeff buckley - Hallelujah'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-8512534914150701892</id><published>2007-11-28T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:41:42.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>091 - La noche que la luna salio tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVsvT_19tQ4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVsvT_19tQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tumbé en el suelo sólo para oir crecer la hierba&lt;br /&gt;y hasta mí vinieron todos los sonidos de la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Escuché a los insectos en sus mil rituales&lt;br /&gt;y las plegarias que cayeron del cielo ¡Quién sabe!&lt;br /&gt;si haciendo espirales...&lt;br /&gt;La noche que la luna salió tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tumbé en el suelo sólo para oir crecer la hierba&lt;br /&gt;esperando un sueño que como un enjambre me envolviera&lt;br /&gt;y que me hiciera oir las rimas de antiguos romances&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo oí llorar a los que fueron amantes&lt;br /&gt;un sólo instante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche que la luna salió tarde&lt;br /&gt;la noche que la luna salió tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tumbé en el suelo sólo para oir crecer la hierba&lt;br /&gt;y escuché más cosas, muchas más de las que yo quisiera:&lt;br /&gt;El sonido de tus lágrimas al derramarse&lt;br /&gt;el eco de tus pasos al alejarte&lt;br /&gt;y el tiempo pararse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche que la luna salió tarde&lt;br /&gt;la noche que la luna salió tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-8512534914150701892?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/8512534914150701892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=8512534914150701892' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/8512534914150701892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/8512534914150701892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2007/11/091-la-noche-que-la-luna-salio-tarde.html' title='091 - La noche que la luna salio tarde'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422883767671633028.post-742497445945375161</id><published>2007-11-28T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:41:16.207+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&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/h_m-BjrxmgI&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;Letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;OOOoohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;OOOoohhhh&lt;br /&gt;OOOOooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;Letra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tu piel es blanca como esta mañana de enero demasiado hermosa como para ir a trabajar. Sin pestañear hablamos con el jefe un cuento chino y, como niños, nos volvemos a acostar. Se supone que debía ser fácil ¿Tienes frío? Pero a veces lo hago un poco difícil. Perdón. Suerte que tú ríes y no te enfadas porque eres más lista y menos egoísta que yo ¿Todavía tienes frío? Bueno, cierra los ojos un minuto que te llevo a un lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina una calita, yo te sirvo una clara. Es verano y luce el sol, es la costa catalana. Estamos tranquilos, como anestesiados. Después del gazpacho nos quedamos dormidos mirando el Tour de Francia en la típica etapa donde Lance gana imponiéndose al sprint con un segundo de ventaja en el último suspiro colgándose a sus hombros el maillot amarillo. De nuevo al chiringuito, un bañito, un helado de pistacho y un partido al futbolín. Lanzamos unos frisbis, jugamos a las cartas y acabamos cenando sardinas y ensalada. Bebemos, dorados. Hablamos, callados. La luna, la sal, tus labios mojados. Me entra la sed y pido una copa y España se queda en cuartos en la Eurocopa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nos da igual, hoy ganaremos el Mundial. Subimos a casa, hacemos el amor y sudamos tanto que nos deshidratamos. El tiempo se para, el aire no corre. Mosquitos volando y grillos cantando y tú a mi lado muriendo de sueño. Cansada, contenta, me pides un cuento y yo te lo cuento, más bien me lo invento. Te explico que un niño cruzó el universo montado en un burro con alas de plata buscando una estrella llamada Renata que bailaba salsa con un asteroide llamado Julián Rodríguez de Malta. Malvado, engreído, traidor y forajido. Conocido bandido en la vía láctea por vender estrellas independientes a multinacionales semiespaciales. Y te duermes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivan las noches. El sol, la sal en tus labios. (x5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al principio, como siempre, dormimos abrazados y cuando ya suspiras me retiro a mi espacio. Me gusta dormir solo a tu lado de la cama, de esta cama ahora repleta de mantas en esta mañana fría, fría, fría, congelada, congelada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422883767671633028-1253403415451790821?l=spezialk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/feeds/1253403415451790821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422883767671633028&amp;postID=1253403415451790821' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/1253403415451790821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422883767671633028/posts/default/1253403415451790821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spezialk.blogspot.com/2007/11/facto-delafe-enero-en-la-playa.html' title='Facto delafe - enero en la playa'/><author><name>deese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11227060504115253161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16685727799596199364'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>