<?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-5073260708523749224</id><updated>2012-01-25T01:54:28.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodrio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-6682520088780299426</id><published>2012-01-25T01:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:53:50.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is the non-sense baby, the non-sense baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-6682520088780299426?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/6682520088780299426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-non-sense-baby-non-sense-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6682520088780299426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6682520088780299426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-non-sense-baby-non-sense-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-40648179609807318</id><published>2012-01-25T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:53:41.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>Ya la temporada del no habia pasado, esas fechas donde amable, educada y penosamente negabamos nuestras necesidades y gustos por evitar una mala impresion habia quedado atras, estabamos ambos en la etapa donde habia menos pena a decir "si" a casi todo, muchas cosas tambien eran ya muy obvias. En si nuestras interacciones estaban tan compenetradas en nuestras mentes que era muy facil leer nuestros diversos lenguajes y actuar sin preguntar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-40648179609807318?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/40648179609807318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/40648179609807318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/40648179609807318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-6234235982614483357</id><published>2012-01-22T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T14:44:20.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No me gustaria decir esto, pero habra que escribirlo en algun lado para luego recordar el pensamiento de hoy. A seis (o tal vez casi, jamas me acorde bien de la fecha) meses sin beber alcohol, comprendo que si es facil dejar la aficion por alterar el estado mental y espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Pense que iba a ser mas dificil. Ahora comprendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era mas facil dejarlo todo que esa desconexion mental que tanto me gustaba. Pero si lograba abandonar ese habito el resto de la vida simplemente se torna muchisimo mas digerible e infinitamente facil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-6234235982614483357?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/6234235982614483357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-me-gustaria-decir-esto-pero-habra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6234235982614483357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6234235982614483357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-me-gustaria-decir-esto-pero-habra.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-7135917530192564982</id><published>2012-01-18T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:57:17.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doesn't matter how much I write or how much I erase, all sums up to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care way to little and way too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-7135917530192564982?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/7135917530192564982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/doesnt-matter-how-much-i-write-or-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/7135917530192564982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/7135917530192564982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/doesnt-matter-how-much-i-write-or-how.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-8276970646263547542</id><published>2012-01-16T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:10:40.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 AM Writtings</title><content type='html'>As unique and original you might find yourself there is little, personally thinking, arguable on the fact that you're highly replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, the character changes and the attitudes can get simpler or more complex depending of course on the experience, age and what not. The fact that bothers me but also intrigues me is the intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is everything.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are here reading this, you can't avoid it...with time of course, but really you should think about the link that keeps me from getting your darkest times when I sleep. It's a bit unusual but not scary anymore. I understand more of all this more clearly... not all yet, won't get there till I become again myself but, getting there indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-8276970646263547542?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/8276970646263547542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-am-writtings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8276970646263547542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8276970646263547542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-am-writtings.html' title='3 AM Writtings'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-769943191491605736</id><published>2012-01-07T03:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:08:24.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodrio's Classics</title><content type='html'>De sentimentalismos agnejos y recuerdos enterrados en paginas de un pasado turbio multicolor. Ese libro en realidad aunque uno sienta que le faltan episodios o aventuras mas descabelladas resulta, al pasar del tiempo, unico y muy interesante en verdad pues... aunque uno se discuta ser un ser aburrido y sin emociones como las de otros que "tienen la fortuna de nacer en cuna de oro y hacer lo que quieran" en realidad es que son ellos quienes quisieran tener una coleccion de anecdotas como las que uno tuvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy fui a el que bautize en su tiempo como "mi bar" de esta ciudad que aun siento esteril pero que poco a poco la moldeo a mi gusto, empiezo a comprender las dinamicas y a conectar los puntos...pero aun no siento que sea "lo mio", en fin... A ese bar deje de ir tiempo, ya hace unos seis meses que no bebo alcohol, y por ende deje de frecuentar a mis amigotes &amp;nbsp;(esos que solo vez cuando bebes) porque era raro tener que explicar que simplemente le perdi el amor a embriagarme y sobre todo a sufrir la cruda y retome el gusto por mantenerme en una definida linea de pensamiento recto... simplemente les parece muy poco, casi forsozamente debe haber algo mas dramatico que sacie su hambre por responder la incognita...desafortunadamente no la hay; El bar, cierra magnana, hoy pase por ahi y hable con el duegno que me dice que en definitiva las ventas calleron 60%, no va gente. Sin afan de ser petulante, las coincidencias apuntan a que ya no vamos y que vinieron las vacaciones donde todos salieron de la ciudad, mas eso es irrelevante lo que si es relevante es que, anunciada la clausura por Facebook hoy el bar estaba repleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente que invadio lo que podria decir mi ex-bar eran muchos conocidos con los que alguna vez fui a la escuela en el consagrado colegio catolico de moda en Juarez. Me parecio curioso que aun despues de tanto tiempo sigan yendo a todas partes juntos y de cierta manera uno puede decir que es bueno, que la hermandad continua. En lo particular me parece una pendejada si me lo preguntan y no pude evitar poner en contraste las vidas tan diferentes de ellos que siguen juntos a todas partes, que se mueven en circulos elevados de la sociedad y que son parte de la elite economica y... yo, simple mortal que fruta vendia (literalmente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis mejores amigos son muy diversos, mis amgos en si son distintos entre todos ellos, y no veo otra forma de vivir mi vida porque en realidad yo, o tengo personalidad multiple o muchas facetas, pero el punto es que entre mis amigos no comparten muchos gustos y/o habilidades. Durante mi vida he pasado por muchas facetas y muchas amistades, he hecho cosas muy diferentes y jamas he sido en realidad de un grupo de amigos solido y legendario... en realidad siento que he andado por ahi solo, siempre con mis amigos con los que cuento en todo momento pero jamas en un circulo establecido del cual no salgamos y nadie entre. Y eso me ha llevado a conocer demasiadas cosas al punto que es dificil mantenerme interesado en lo que les pasa a mi generacion...no es suficiente ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego pienso, que se sentiria no saber lo que se? Que pasaria si yo hubiera sido parte de un grupito asi? Estaria contento? La verdad no lo voy a saber, pero probablemente no me gustaria mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegando a casa me acordaba de nuestras aventuras en lo que fue el ultimo respiro de la legendaria Avenida Juarez, de como la gente con menos nos divertimos mas, de que en realidad he visto mas de lo que pense y que aun falta mucho, demasiado. Que hablo un idioma distinto y mi realidad no es mas que una micra del todo pero que tal vez tiene mas color que lo que pudo haber sido. Que la vida no se trata de coleccionar codigos de barras. Que mis ex-novias estan locas porque tengo complejo de arreglarles la mente (y jamas lo he logrado). Que hay tantas cosas en un libro que crei era ligero y de pocas paginas, pero jamas habia pensdo que habia muchas, muchisimas anotaciones en los margenes a mano que toma tiempo leerlo... es un libro con muchas ilustraciones, chichis, pelos, sangre, insultos y telefonos. golfas, rameras, putas, sucias, faciles, chavas, mujeres, segnoritas, segnoras, damas. Moretones, cortadas, raspones, huesos, muertes, desiluciones, aluciones, exitos, fracasos, retrospectivas, introspectivas, filosofias, religiones, mentiras, verdades, ciencia, magia, musica, proyectos, sexo, amor, lujuria, alcohol, velocidad, gasolina, aceite, accidentes, balas, fotos, internet, ocurrencias, besos, lenguas, rasgugnos, gritos, gemidos, asfalto, analisis, sociologia, manipulacion, egoismo, socialismo, capitalismo, felicidad, tristeza, ira, hipocrecia, falacias, amnesia, narcolepsia. Planes, hijos, bodas, fiestas, posadas, saliva, adrenalina, miedo, felicidad, alegria, alergias y enfermedades. Blogs, escritos, tu, y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es un libro que se publicaria porque solo nosotros lo ibamos a leer... y ya lo hicimos. Por eso, dejemonos de mamadas y que cierren ese bar. Otro haran a mi medida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-769943191491605736?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/769943191491605736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/bodrios-classics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/769943191491605736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/769943191491605736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/bodrios-classics.html' title='Bodrio&apos;s Classics'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-2991492900377320139</id><published>2012-01-04T21:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:54:26.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-2991492900377320139?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/2991492900377320139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2991492900377320139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2991492900377320139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/forget.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-4061092996729589802</id><published>2012-01-04T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:28:40.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays 2011</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't notice, no one had extremely good holiday's&lt;br /&gt;This was a general feeling that the holidays were just... too... hmmm how should I say it? less than what it was expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-4061092996729589802?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/4061092996729589802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/4061092996729589802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/4061092996729589802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/holidays-2011.html' title='Holidays 2011'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-6889013212664937446</id><published>2012-01-03T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:18:07.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings...</title><content type='html'>In Mexico people base their life choices based on popular sayings. They are very popular towards the south of the country and I find them rather interesting, specially when something in my life happens and they really fit but of course, I mod them to fit my not so clean and nice personality of mine. They are in spanish and if you dont read spanish I might translate it to you, hit me up on Facebook or e-mail me. If you don't have me on FB or my e-mail you are plainly screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Camaron que se duerme se lo lleva la corriente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camaron que se...vergas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;No hagas cosas buenas que parezcan malas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz cosas buenas que parezcan buenas y dejate de joder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agua que no has de beber, dejala correr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agua que no has de beber, abrete!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas hace el que quiere que el que puede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Mas hace el que quiere poder que el que podria poder pero no hace porque pues si puede y podra pero no puede poder porque el que quiere poder si puede poder. Y pudo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;El Leon cree que todos son de su condicion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Leon cree que todas son sus gatas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Al buen entendedor, pocas palabras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al buen entendedor, callar es bien.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;El Corazon tiene razones que la razon no entiende.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Corazon es lefio. Esta vez sera diferente...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;En boca cerrada no entran moscas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En boca cerrada no le entran a chingazos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;A otro perro con ese hueso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A otro hueso con esa perra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quien calla otorga.&lt;/i&gt;Otorgadmelas y calla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have more, bring them on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-6889013212664937446?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/6889013212664937446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/sayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6889013212664937446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6889013212664937446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2012/01/sayings.html' title='Sayings...'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-7160511408987730025</id><published>2011-12-27T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:50:52.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>progressions of life are important as you move in you must understand I'm not the one I used to be because I decided to ascend to the inner self most basic being that will lead me to the most absolute and pure state of life when I wake up once I die I will be there here forever as my ideas are not original but rather unique and the power of my light is equal to the one the sun sheds on me.&lt;br /&gt;happiness is irrelevant and rather overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-7160511408987730025?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/7160511408987730025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/progressions-of-life-are-important-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/7160511408987730025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/7160511408987730025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/progressions-of-life-are-important-as.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-7071619385096542283</id><published>2011-12-25T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:21:28.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See</title><content type='html'>Some cycles in "life" are just sick.&lt;br /&gt;She still believes it will be hard. I have no&amp;nbsp;attachments.&lt;br /&gt;There is no happiness&lt;br /&gt;There is balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas, not my type of thing really but it wasn't that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-7071619385096542283?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/7071619385096542283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/7071619385096542283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/7071619385096542283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/see.html' title='See'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-4206163674259851979</id><published>2011-12-10T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T01:59:08.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston</title><content type='html'>How little trips change your perspective on things, it's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with one of my best friends to Houston and fuck, really FUCK. I have tons of ideas. Maybe I should leave this place for once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace. Im out for the nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-4206163674259851979?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/feeds/4206163674259851979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/houston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/4206163674259851979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/4206163674259851979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>omr</name><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-5073260708523749224.post-5672213970875130775</id><published>2011-12-09T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:52:39.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're doing it wrong</title><content type='html'>Hi, I have no idea how to start this... In fact I changed the whole blog a bit inspired about writing more and talking about cool stuff I see recently but then I get a bit&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;and I just stop. I guess I need start making fun of you so I can have a constant motivation to keep at this blog, which is now being written in plain simple english just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been through so many shit that its name should be changed to the toilet instead of bodrio. Bodrio actually means trash but no, really this has been like my undershirt in a war that has lasted at least 7 to 8 years now. why you should care? because from time to time you bother your parents asking them what they used to do before having you: and they can simply reply HAPPY but they are too polite so instead they just tell you their background and how hard it was to be without you ( I think they make up that part...but anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have the intention to write stuff from time to time, I liked the way I was doing small phrases and posts so I might keep that too. I might text from my phone. I will allow comments and stuff like that so people can let me know what they think. After all this site is alive because the readers as they keep visiting this pile of crap through out the years...and remove it at the first idiotic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, I'm about to set the mobile feature, go do something cool and come back for more. I will be posting from the road as I'm coming back from Houston and there is a bunch desert that will inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-5672213970875130775?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5672213970875130775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5672213970875130775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-doing-it-wrong.html' title='You&apos;re doing it wrong'/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-3452538698427305805</id><published>2011-12-08T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:52:33.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to tell, but really like TONS of stuff to tell, no... Like, really, millions of tons of stuff to tell about everything that has been happening that I rather keep quiet and not say a word because well...we might not finish anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-3452538698427305805?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3452538698427305805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3452538698427305805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-1774529440288435449</id><published>2011-11-25T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:14:36.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui va un titulo generico sin chispa alguna</title><content type='html'>Como te puedo explicar lo que sucede en mi vida si realmente no hay mucho que contar, mucho que explicar, mucho que decir? Es como pedirle a un pez que te cuente la diferencia entre respirar aire y el intercambio gaseoso que el experimenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-1774529440288435449?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/1774529440288435449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/1774529440288435449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/11/aqui-va-un-titulo-generico-sin-chispa.html' title='Aqui va un titulo generico sin chispa alguna'/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-451148357955781730</id><published>2011-11-23T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:19:48.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From time to time I have imaginary conversations with you.&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty successful as you reply exactly what I'd like you to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-451148357955781730?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/451148357955781730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/451148357955781730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-time-to-time-i-have-imaginary.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-5870647446110799208</id><published>2011-11-21T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:41:11.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuentame, anda anda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-5870647446110799208?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5870647446110799208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5870647446110799208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/11/cuentame-anda-anda.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-3476070563700648817</id><published>2011-11-15T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:46:32.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every place is different.&lt;br /&gt;I transform environments.&lt;br /&gt;we all do&lt;br /&gt;we just ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will expel the bad energy from this place. so we can all be once again in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you know what? The past, it was good, but the future can't be the same as the past so let's make this happen&lt;br /&gt;even&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-3476070563700648817?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3476070563700648817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3476070563700648817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-place-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-8049499982816026887</id><published>2011-11-11T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:08:44.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cowboy baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-8049499982816026887?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8049499982816026887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8049499982816026887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/11/cowboy-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-2534154664152974149</id><published>2011-10-23T04:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:54:48.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm about to take another important decision in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be alright when I leave? I'm not walking away this time...I'm flying towards the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-2534154664152974149?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2534154664152974149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2534154664152974149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-about-to-take-another-important.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-5401851596675772517</id><published>2011-10-21T23:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:21:38.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is different, there is something different out there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see it, but it's not in my path or my life, is just there for some of the people around me. I'm way over and I can't but just see it from a distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow lately I've been&amp;nbsp;reconnected&amp;nbsp;to some people stuck in my past and cut by my reactions to karmic situations. It's time to heal the karma and fix my reactions and keep on going, there is no time to stop, time is long gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-5401851596675772517?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5401851596675772517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5401851596675772517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/10/everything-is-different-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-8330140787751419545</id><published>2011-09-25T16:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:52:57.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she says she needs me&lt;br /&gt;but then she puts me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how weird the people is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope she is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the sun no wonder shines on everyone who feels love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-8330140787751419545?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8330140787751419545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8330140787751419545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-says-she-needs-me-but-then-she-puts.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-6538122324335627491</id><published>2011-09-20T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:32:13.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Critique</title><content type='html'>Soy la leche. Lo he vuelto a hacer de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-6538122324335627491?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6538122324335627491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6538122324335627491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/critique.html' title='Critique'/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-5821252170915783504</id><published>2011-09-17T00:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:00:21.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there is a mixed feeling of sadness and calm. You just wouldn't understand. Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-5821252170915783504?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5821252170915783504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/5821252170915783504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-is-mixed-feeling-of-sadness-and.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-2014385930918465510</id><published>2011-09-15T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:15:35.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y juro que la cara voy a dar, cada vez... cada vez que alguien te nombre aqui o alla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-2014385930918465510?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2014385930918465510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2014385930918465510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/y-juro-que-la-cara-voy-dar-cada-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-6774987892691126413</id><published>2011-09-14T19:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:10:09.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;reboot.&lt;br /&gt;start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-6774987892691126413?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6774987892691126413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/6774987892691126413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-contaminated.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-3016145826302873711</id><published>2011-09-14T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T01:48:10.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a sense, there is nothing I can really do for you.&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, I haven't declined all my humans aspects...yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe will take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-3016145826302873711?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3016145826302873711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3016145826302873711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-sense-there-is-nothing-i-can-really.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-46521975806695270</id><published>2011-09-12T20:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:01:14.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reloco chabon, reloco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-46521975806695270?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/46521975806695270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/46521975806695270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/reloco-chabon-reloco.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-3443703343881386130</id><published>2011-09-12T00:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:30:28.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karma doesn't forget a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-3443703343881386130?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3443703343881386130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/3443703343881386130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/karma-doesnt-forget-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-8153440353871299214</id><published>2011-09-10T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:12:47.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the messages on the trash have been deleted forever.I never thought this prompt could cause me interior peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-8153440353871299214?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8153440353871299214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8153440353871299214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-messages-on-trash-have-been-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-2391402273612353307</id><published>2011-09-10T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:08:40.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go cry some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-2391402273612353307?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2391402273612353307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2391402273612353307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/go-cry-some-more.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-1294255360354045342</id><published>2011-09-08T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:04:20.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>be born again, everytime you wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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comi muy agusto. con ganas de ir a nadar agusto para refrescar ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-9047736847154098537?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/9047736847154098537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/9047736847154098537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoy-comi-muy-agusto.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-692443967915199410</id><published>2011-09-07T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:31:13.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bad days are good days. good days are awesome days.awesome days are ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-692443967915199410?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/692443967915199410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/692443967915199410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-days-are-good-days.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-2732607785464146333</id><published>2011-09-05T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:32:59.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost the most important person in life</title><content type='html'>After losing the most important person in my life, leaving you behind is a walk in the park.It hurts that you don't care. But it would hurt more having you while you are careless.When you are back to zero, the only way is up and to gain the world...once again.Here I come, with my new project.Every second I'm getting ready to become The most important person in someone else life...even if the are yet to be born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-2732607785464146333?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2732607785464146333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/2732607785464146333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-most-important-person-in-life.html' title='Lost the most important person in life'/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-8111949591360833410</id><published>2011-09-04T23:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:45:32.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Las palabras no pertenecen a las personas. Cuando las personas pertenecen a las palabras, la intencion muere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-8111949591360833410?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8111949591360833410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/8111949591360833410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/las-palabras-no-pertenecen-las-personas.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073260708523749224.post-724769124333215277</id><published>2011-09-04T02:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T02:53:12.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpCOgy6FmM/TaOdoR1lOoI/AAAAAAAABNc/8bO9xo05LqA/s1600/farewell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" width="600" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpCOgy6FmM/TaOdoR1lOoI/AAAAAAAABNc/8bO9xo05LqA/s1600/farewell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073260708523749224-724769124333215277?l=bodrio1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/724769124333215277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073260708523749224/posts/default/724769124333215277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bodrio1.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>omr</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpCOgy6FmM/TaOdoR1lOoI/AAAAAAAABNc/8bO9xo05LqA/s72-c/farewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
