tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9854544836026408652024-03-13T21:33:29.909+00:00enero en la playathevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-1193975913568751332011-04-14T05:44:00.005+01:002011-04-14T05:54:10.546+01:00If people were rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kyra-c/4684032514/in/faves-thevoicewithin__/"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihrrg2-wNCi9VaqzQPgFrc4XxroOOndP2c4vqgNOare9iuaUMqQR_DuW1-zkhyRIn1xWcWOwckrN5-7yszhbC2CyRl-ndOkoR2u1Ho3Q0y_adx_7T2xbFjcpK5-oOclPK3CG_9zG6LMn0/s320/lay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595296270316693346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I wanted so badly to lay down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Looking for Alaska</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">John Green</span><br /></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-10672227433954103432011-04-13T00:21:00.006+01:002011-04-13T00:42:36.750+01:00Buenas noches<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laumichelle/3469694454"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQoj9bJPYlTaX4xsfZiqXM5VCcmJmcdyfbolyViJAoGqxEdvwvIW8S6YUnB7WYZnRDqmeeFxg-_oS3NLTnBe_qTuR391J37oOgM38p4_8BLdn7RzeJ2KZVZpUxXyhpkpkiGsk_jEX2wY/s320/hold+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594844483782859218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Me gustaría que fueras de los que usan una colonia determinada para poder olerte todas las noches. Incluso cuando hace tanto tiempo que no estás.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mil veces buenas noches. Te susurro al teléfono.<br />Mil veces malas porque no estás.</span><br /></div></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-3766953519744314512010-09-21T20:40:00.000+01:002010-09-21T20:41:46.152+01:00Pues eso<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kMg7PWxLcsXXhCAd_FtW6MMm6elpMtVMcPZ-i_GnE08z_yt5x0q3WVB22VD0upPDIYLN2HKvL1PFM4OIt-ClPfhfVF3OHSvUxKNOa8e8XPrwPxOY7u7yPGpJoHQuv-pa-M1FcMumvkY/s1600/2cx7ndy_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kMg7PWxLcsXXhCAd_FtW6MMm6elpMtVMcPZ-i_GnE08z_yt5x0q3WVB22VD0upPDIYLN2HKvL1PFM4OIt-ClPfhfVF3OHSvUxKNOa8e8XPrwPxOY7u7yPGpJoHQuv-pa-M1FcMumvkY/s320/2cx7ndy_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519454168512071410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Qué fotitos tan bonitas me enseñas, Bel.</span>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-59207255077515006172010-09-14T14:14:00.003+01:002010-09-14T14:20:46.956+01:00Light years away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItspt5NO5IZvfEqS-bU66L5VkLGaSLPfjyidoHKCsKDd3VH_Q-YF2mxgcivtRWZipmO6JEgpiZwoFVdGUjRDvGQEVY-VNm9fvlGzk6xYhH3_20XkMBebvgMkF55a3JAB7ciDZpqRTBJ4/s1600/DSC_0059.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItspt5NO5IZvfEqS-bU66L5VkLGaSLPfjyidoHKCsKDd3VH_Q-YF2mxgcivtRWZipmO6JEgpiZwoFVdGUjRDvGQEVY-VNm9fvlGzk6xYhH3_20XkMBebvgMkF55a3JAB7ciDZpqRTBJ4/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516757614142961186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It's almost like you had it planned<br />It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time" </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />And what was I supposed to do?<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />It's how you wanted it to be<br />It's like </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >you played a joke on me </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" > And I lost a friend </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />In the end<br />And I think that I cried for days<br />But now that seems light years away<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >And I'm NEVER going back </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />To who I was<br /><br />Cause I don't blame you anymore<br />That's too much pain to store<br />It left me half dead<br />Inside my head</span><br /><br /><br /></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-91274656638988967472010-09-14T13:19:00.002+01:002010-09-14T13:23:17.049+01:00... And let go, let go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitQw1S-1l6V-m5Fcaxh3PrVt75hYwBgf9iGc3xfTy7exBFHtjAJWyX3FgCOhwr64nADnV9X7qlNmm8nawNhNkss1SrJqqQf-wvF78T0HRwgtmAsqezMwADDJz59YIF8Q5toGZfa6ctt4/s1600/garden+state.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitQw1S-1l6V-m5Fcaxh3PrVt75hYwBgf9iGc3xfTy7exBFHtjAJWyX3FgCOhwr64nADnV9X7qlNmm8nawNhNkss1SrJqqQf-wvF78T0HRwgtmAsqezMwADDJz59YIF8Q5toGZfa6ctt4/s320/garden+state.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516743080911481026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What do you do? You laugh. I'm not saying I don't cry but in-between, I laugh and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good. </span></span>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-14790886190470779672010-09-12T14:07:00.002+01:002010-09-12T14:11:54.338+01:00A double shot of amnesia<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GD8zm8iG3E0?fs=1&hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GD8zm8iG3E0?fs=1&hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">YEAH YOU ONLY LET ME DOWN<br />HOW YOU TURN A GIRL AROUND<br />AND NOW I NEED SOME PIECE OF MIND<br />I WANT TO PUT THIS BEHIND ME<br />STOP WASTING ALL MY TIME<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE DAY BEFORE I MET YA</span><br />THINGS COULD BE BETTER<br />IF I COULD FORGET YA.<br /></span><br /><br /></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-82596805757664054822010-09-11T21:20:00.004+01:002010-09-11T21:25:40.868+01:00Everything else but the truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7gkHYCkDR1HoWZVa1OyxYU2bJzjv3Z34fhO9BRaz4XbfNMkV7_K0dEKbg2-t9huQZabqty_zN7RK8EvHFZCa9LPFSJQdIcQj74u9jc-uGhL0wV4XvB1hY5gxccVS46X32HxpyF4u1VI/s1600/closer018.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7gkHYCkDR1HoWZVa1OyxYU2bJzjv3Z34fhO9BRaz4XbfNMkV7_K0dEKbg2-t9huQZabqty_zN7RK8EvHFZCa9LPFSJQdIcQj74u9jc-uGhL0wV4XvB1hY5gxccVS46X32HxpyF4u1VI/s320/closer018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515753951261711538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />- Cuando vuelva, por favor, cuéntame la verdad.<br />- ¿Por qué?<br />- Porque soy un maniático de la verdad. Porque sin la verdad somos animales...<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />- He dejado de quererte<br />- ¿Desde cuando?<br />- Desde ahora. Hace un rato. No quiero mentir y no puedo decir la verdad. Se acabó.<br />- No importa. Te quiero. Nada de eso importa.<br />- Demasiado tarde, ahora ya no te quiero...Adiós.<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />- Te habría querido. Para siempre... Ahora vete por favor.<br />- No me hagas esto Alice, háblame.<br />- Te estoy hablando, vete a la mierda.<br />- No, perdona, no me has entendido... Yo no quería.<br />- ¡Claro que sí!<br />- ¡Te quiero!<br />- ¿Dónde?<br />- ¿Qué?<br />- Enséñamelo. ¿Dónde está ese amor?<br /> No...no lo siento, ni... ni lo toco, no lo noto. Lo oigo. Oigo palabras, pero no me sirven de nada tus palabras vacías. Digas lo que digas ya es tarde.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-29707001617612987262010-09-10T13:09:00.003+01:002010-09-10T13:12:27.480+01:00Fear and loathing...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7repyKhyphenhyphenTH9NlIv31YP23mKuO2BcftSsFLws4CLni9Bed9QSmS6N0Q-s9Hgd6ai6Vs3uPBwFe9mYRcRC9WqKKarhgWCQEoDsLWFZsQKNZAszQKlA5OB-VHZ8hh7OnRmt64O7Qh5Th8I/s1600/2zh4j2x.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7repyKhyphenhyphenTH9NlIv31YP23mKuO2BcftSsFLws4CLni9Bed9QSmS6N0Q-s9Hgd6ai6Vs3uPBwFe9mYRcRC9WqKKarhgWCQEoDsLWFZsQKNZAszQKlA5OB-VHZ8hh7OnRmt64O7Qh5Th8I/s320/2zh4j2x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515255945943456498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE<br />THE REASON WHY WE HAVE<br />MIDDLE FINGERS<br /></span></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-60799143996230100392010-09-02T01:29:00.003+01:002010-09-02T01:34:55.744+01:00Eat me, drink me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMuiiXvPI19AM5ympAtYA-k8SJ2oER3atbbOgq4QUg3ldh9HKP2UY_cR2dmdzuj-jswWKQimL5O3bEToU9Wab0XzWHHlI6y5rAeazHJhXIhmnEM3uqXUUWVGfCVemAsrG0YYbY1lq1ZE/s1600/1282250367656_f.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMuiiXvPI19AM5ympAtYA-k8SJ2oER3atbbOgq4QUg3ldh9HKP2UY_cR2dmdzuj-jswWKQimL5O3bEToU9Wab0XzWHHlI6y5rAeazHJhXIhmnEM3uqXUUWVGfCVemAsrG0YYbY1lq1ZE/s320/1282250367656_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512106924276352898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cuando dices mi nombre me estremezco, es como si lo hubiera olvidado y lo inventases cada vez y sólo tú supieras decirlo bien. Y mi respiración se acelera irremediablemente cuando me hablas. Espero todo el día con ansia el momento en el que apareces. Pierdo la cabeza cuando dices donde quieres mis besos.<br />Tus dedos son música para mi piel y oigo tu canción en cualquier lugar sólo con cerrar los ojos. Si me susurraras algo al oído ahora mismo creo que desaparecería.<br /><br />Quiero que me mires y hagas desaparecer mi ropa; no distinguir tu cuerpo del mío. Quiero mordiscos, tu boca, tu lengua, tus manos. Mirarte mientras me hablas. Quiero los abrazos que me prometiste. Sentirte tan cerca que el calor de tu respiración erice mi piel.<br /><br />Lo quiero todo, absolutamente todo y sin censura.<br /></span>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-39721967434771842402010-08-29T03:46:00.001+01:002010-08-29T03:53:30.445+01:00Maybe someday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uWoQsqQ6YtIoxyDZ61V_-ChJWctJfXYhyhHH-u99vmiVk4xG26Lwx2LfRYwoMHsZGBdyKv0oN4zSeo69wjRARHoBCikyskS0lVtovOgpAf4tEC6DPNEbM8zsNQ0lfcUqUIxYTBUMmGk/s1600/DSC_0249.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uWoQsqQ6YtIoxyDZ61V_-ChJWctJfXYhyhHH-u99vmiVk4xG26Lwx2LfRYwoMHsZGBdyKv0oN4zSeo69wjRARHoBCikyskS0lVtovOgpAf4tEC6DPNEbM8zsNQ0lfcUqUIxYTBUMmGk/s320/DSC_0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510658927312812786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>- Una última palabra -dije en mi inglés abominable y cuidadoso-. ¿Estás completamente segura...? Bueno, no mañana, desde luego, ni pasado mañana, pero...Bueno, algún día, si quieres venirte a vivir conmigo...Crearé un nuevo Dios, y se lo agradeceré con gritos desgarradores, si me das una esperanza, aunque solo sea microscópica.</i><br /><br /><i><b>- Lolita -<br />Vladimir Nabokov</b></i></span>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-26662550125509434792010-08-26T02:37:00.002+01:002010-08-26T02:41:24.139+01:00Everybody's gotta learn sometimes<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTrZwLl6owpy4ZcBaG7WAFN4aZwZ0zIZnyi1iqHSCQJmfjqMdKr7ZKnyRvp3561-E2CyuV6UqaoHgqY2l5JYiP7f8CBBsQCc1m9pMoSLb88Iv6yt4XLuWntzRlUd0hyIOdd73I_zr5TM/s1600/2004_eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTrZwLl6owpy4ZcBaG7WAFN4aZwZ0zIZnyi1iqHSCQJmfjqMdKr7ZKnyRvp3561-E2CyuV6UqaoHgqY2l5JYiP7f8CBBsQCc1m9pMoSLb88Iv6yt4XLuWntzRlUd0hyIOdd73I_zr5TM/s320/2004_eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509526916219551298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Seguía creyendo que me salvarías la vida, incluso después de eso.<br />- Lo sé.<br />- Sería diferente. si pudiéramos volver a empezar...<br />- Recuérdame. Inténtalo de verdad y quizá podamos.<br /><br />[...]<br /><br />- ¿Y si esta vez te quedaras?<br />- Salí por la puerta. No me queda ningún recuerdo.<br />- Vuelve y al menos inventa una despedida. Finjamos que la tuvimos...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-22032252576408220952010-08-24T23:53:00.005+01:002010-08-25T00:05:34.589+01:00Shiny Days<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JCj9eUpfxTearfnikL_4XZuef4crhn2hcTmAWgfKoTukVkmL0W-qReDoVMjqyqxbJoUOoxaokJsNyu3kHHs5d5Y7HerSZ8V624AFJtcmWfdmYnabjhyNbPnmsCFdfKFRKzPOq25edFw/s1600/DSC_0129_4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JCj9eUpfxTearfnikL_4XZuef4crhn2hcTmAWgfKoTukVkmL0W-qReDoVMjqyqxbJoUOoxaokJsNyu3kHHs5d5Y7HerSZ8V624AFJtcmWfdmYnabjhyNbPnmsCFdfKFRKzPOq25edFw/s320/DSC_0129_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509114411341377170" border="0" /></a><br /><pre style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" >" and it's been three days past<br />but you still have not been back<br />you've got a lot of work to do<br />you're a busy busy man<br />but i'm still waiting for you<br />with the same love as before<br />yes, i'm still waiting for you<br />to give me more and more<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh, darling,<br />bring me my shiny days<br />and take away the rainy days"</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qU7L2nzdgM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qU7L2nzdgM</a></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></pre></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-54351054282548629032010-08-24T14:25:00.002+01:002010-08-24T14:28:39.330+01:00Cows in Love<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCgeSpJ06ew?fs=1&hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCgeSpJ06ew?fs=1&hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mi primer stop motion =). Sé que tiene muchos fallos, pero el próximo será mejor.</span><br /></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-4985385713773573182010-08-22T13:41:00.004+01:002010-08-22T13:48:09.937+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLSGTwtRTgneR8qfVTxUtNUAhm6Ga_oONFg_N1qvvJIQGP5wfF4bn0Pe9PG4mwy6K1yUTIjIN2ZtULd9bhohyZ-U2y8JfUVE9gtTDEo4O7AbZU3Gaqz2ppbRvUEBIJXw9DBIVUuopOpA/s1600/2619046537_4e5f29917c_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLSGTwtRTgneR8qfVTxUtNUAhm6Ga_oONFg_N1qvvJIQGP5wfF4bn0Pe9PG4mwy6K1yUTIjIN2ZtULd9bhohyZ-U2y8JfUVE9gtTDEo4O7AbZU3Gaqz2ppbRvUEBIJXw9DBIVUuopOpA/s320/2619046537_4e5f29917c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508214168501727938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"...Era como si sus cuerpos fluyeran uno en el otro a través del contacto de las manos.<br />[...]<br />Entre ellos había un espacio compartido de confines imprecisos en el que nada parecía faltar, en el que flotaba un aire puro y sereno."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">La soledad de los números primos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Paolo Giordano</span></span><br /></div>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-985454483602640865.post-36229310742106931792010-08-19T15:38:00.000+01:002010-08-19T15:40:57.525+01:00Once<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4SEiRK3axYx4hubhfyFkQwslyUQgySnrkGRpTlw9e8iQQIEW1hjACitaAmonNdTr0CM_mF6bC4ihTzPxzPcuqqRD-_6P4p4XbQfgGZHUsjSW_mtUbcqREU5JuRdyp6gInOJ4mTMOpVt8/s1600/once_4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4SEiRK3axYx4hubhfyFkQwslyUQgySnrkGRpTlw9e8iQQIEW1hjACitaAmonNdTr0CM_mF6bC4ihTzPxzPcuqqRD-_6P4p4XbQfgGZHUsjSW_mtUbcqREU5JuRdyp6gInOJ4mTMOpVt8/s320/once_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507130612409804882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><i>"And what chance had we got when you missed every shot for me<br />And in the morning when you're turning, I'll be out of reach<br />And in the darkness when you find this, I'll be far to sea<br />And You have broken me all the way down"</i><br /><br /><br />- All The Way Down -<br />Once OST<br /><br /><a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/4XAVaKZYfMHjiT9bIZAw13" rel="nofollow noindex external">http://open.spotify.com/track/4XAVaKZYfMHjiT9bIZAw13</a></span>thevoicewithinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06954750035520407730noreply@blogger.com0