<?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-5522767</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:13:38.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IRENEMUNDO</title><subtitle type='html'>Oye estás muy bien, 
cuenta alguna historia 
-¿qué quieres saber?- 
escribe tus memorias</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-115931126042909957</id><published>2006-09-27T00:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:54:20.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, oh, oh, tell me,When did the water surround me?And tell me, is that, is that love?Just tell me the truth it makes me feel better,Love in your eyes, it makes me feel better.(The Delays -- "Valentine")Con recuerdos algo borrosos de una primavera.Pero bien es sabido que yo siempre guardo buenos recuerdos.Y que todas las vueltas que he dado me han servido para crecer.Y firmo ahora mismo si me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115931126042909957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115931126042909957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115931126042909957' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-115720951577955013</id><published>2006-09-02T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:07:16.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you win me I'm forever - oh yeah!'cause you're the storm that I've been needingand all this peace has been deceivingI like the sweet life and the silencebut it's the storm that I believe in (The Cardigans -- "You're the storm")  El amor: Indefinible. Modo de apreciar a otra persona a través de sus experiencias, y de las tuyas, y de las vuestras en común.El subidón después de una temporada de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115720951577955013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115720951577955013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115720951577955013' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-115573253621378598</id><published>2006-08-16T14:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:48:56.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One baby to another says -I'm lucky to met you.I don't care what you think Unless it is about meIt is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a tube And end up in your affection("Drain you" -- Nirvana)Recuperé el aliento después de un largo tiempo.Después de equivocarte cien mil veces, algo tiene que empezar a mejorar, no?.Tardé muchísimo en aprender a valorar y a valorarme de nuevo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115573253621378598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115573253621378598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115573253621378598' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-115168622058966232</id><published>2006-06-30T17:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:02:04.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You felt as if you had just woke up And you said:  “this is the first day of my lifeI'm glad I didn’t die before I met you But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with youAnd I’d probably be happy” (Bright eyes -- "First day of my life")El ser humano debe ser masoquista por naturaleza. Y ese debe de ser el motivo por el cual me dedico a rellenar los espacios en blanco de los últimos días con </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115168622058966232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115168622058966232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115168622058966232' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-115064517056418880</id><published>2006-06-18T17:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:44:51.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will you be my lover?will you be the one?will you be like no otherfor how long?(Suede -- "Untitled")Escuchando el "A new morning" de Suede. Supongo que he de admitir que no es su mejor disco, pero no deja de emocionarme y ser muy especial para mí, y entre sus letras no dejo de encontrarle segundos sentidos que me hacen automáticamente feliz.Hace mucho que no me pongo un CD en la minicadena de mi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115064517056418880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/115064517056418880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115064517056418880' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114884282856849182</id><published>2006-05-28T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:07:25.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to be your housewife All i wanted was to be your housewife I'll iron your clothes I'll shine your shoes I'll make your bed And cook your food I'll never cheat I'll be the best girl you'll ever meet I'll always be by your side Even when you're down and out...("By your side" -- Cocorosie)Hubo un tiempo, hace ya, que me dio por escaparme de algo. Pero se está muy bien aquí expuesta a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114884282856849182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114884282856849182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114884282856849182' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114771678853543245</id><published>2006-05-15T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:56:34.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If no one movesThen nobody's gonna get hurtDon't move,'Cause nobody wants to get hurt.You'll pray for proof,I'm probably making this up,It's true, I'm probably making this up("Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt" -- We are Scientists)Que poco falta para que llegue el verano. Que poco falta para que lleguen las incertidumbres. Si no es que hace tiempo que vivo una incertidumbre constante.Mala cosa cuando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114771678853543245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114771678853543245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114771678853543245' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114580074945839216</id><published>2006-04-23T15:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:58:59.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sæglópur, á lífi Kominn heim Sæglópur, á lífi Kominn heim þaõ kemur kafari Komin heim þaõ kemur kafari Komin heim("Sæglópur" -- Sigur Ros)Ahora estoy bien.No tengo claro lo que tengo y lo que quiero.Pero ahora estoy bien.Y estoy componiendo una combinación de buenos momentos que me están arreglando averías antiguas.Y ya no puedo escuchar a Sigur Ros y quedarme como si nada.Y el skyline de la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114580074945839216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114580074945839216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114580074945839216' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114520035965212397</id><published>2006-04-16T16:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:12:39.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midnight, walks aloneThe secret is up, your face is down,And love is a numberand to the men who chose lies:What is science, when history's in doubt?Some saySome say sex sells...("Love is a number" -- White Rose Movement)Cada vacaciones de semana santa, resultan especiales por un motivo u otro.Quizás durante todo el año completo hay mil cosas que colaboran a esta sensación, pero es justo esa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114520035965212397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114520035965212397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520035965212397' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114271178217092402</id><published>2006-03-18T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:53:52.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think we're the same in many waysand I admit we had some memorable daysbut just not very manyI just think we both need moreand we can't ignore how unhappy we wereI'd been abandoned by her and you needed a friend("I'm from further north than you" -- The Wedding Present)Miro de repente un día a mi alrededor. Sin ir más lejos, me paro en mi sitio y miro. ¿Y qué veo? que muchas cosas han cambiado. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114271178217092402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114271178217092402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114271178217092402' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114140961359277025</id><published>2006-03-03T18:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:21:46.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People are fragile things, you should know by now Be careful what you put them through People are fragile things, you should know by now You'll speak when you're spoken to ("Munich" -- Editors)*todos deberíamos aprendernos esta canción y repetirla varias veces al día. Cuanta razón...Me pregunto porqué cuando todo va bien siempre tiene que venir alguien a decir "aquí estoy yo" y nublarte así tu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114140961359277025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114140961359277025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140961359277025' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-114053403399358672</id><published>2006-02-21T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:00:34.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never thought you'd make me perspire.Never thought I'd do you the same.Never thought I'd fill with desire.Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.My sweet prince, you are the oneMy sweet princeyou are the one("My sweet prince" -- Placebo)*Sí, otra de Placebo, pero es que es la que toca.Tanta felicidad que no atiendo a razones. Tantos nervios que no se qué va a pasar en cada momento.Todo el día igual. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114053403399358672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/114053403399358672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114053403399358672' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113968347268812615</id><published>2006-02-11T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:52:53.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fall into you, is all I seem to doWhen I hit the bottle‘Cause I’m afraid to be aloneTear us in two, is all it seems to doAs the anger fadesThis house is no longer a homeDon’t give up on the dream,Don’t give up on the wantingBecause I want you too...("Because I want you" -- Placebo)*_* completamente emocionada con esta canción...5 exámenes y tardo casi un mes en hacerlos. Otra cosa no, pero de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113968347268812615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113968347268812615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113968347268812615' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113837610053955640</id><published>2006-01-27T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:53:26.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Success is so forbiddingBut it makes me think I'm winningQuietDim the lightsAdopt another lifestylecome come come on, come come come onover and over again...You look like David BowieBut you've nothing new to show meStart another fireAnd watch it slowly die("Over and over again (lost and found)" -- Clap your hands and say yeah)Estudiando y estudiando. Y luego al curro, y luego a dormir. La semana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113837610053955640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113837610053955640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113837610053955640' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113778375860164104</id><published>2006-01-20T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:03:53.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You'll never make me leaveI wear this on my sleeveGive me a reason to believeSo give me all your poisonAnd give me all your pillsAnd give me all your hopeless heartsAnd make me illYou're running after somethingThat you'll never killIf this is what you wantThen fire at will("Thank you for the venom" - My Chemical Romance)~ Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge!!! ~ja!Ahora estoy así:Pero menos ilusiones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113778375860164104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113778375860164104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113778375860164104' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113624629491436304</id><published>2006-01-03T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T01:46:42.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be braveYou were what I wantedI gave what I gaveI'm not sorry I met youI'm not sorry it's overI'm not sorry there's nothing to sayI'm not sorry there's nothing to say...("Your ex-lover is dead" -- Stars)Éste es el resumen, muy resumido (y por supuesto censurado, como todo aquí) de la noche de fin de año:1'30-Sara y yo llegamos a Dixi. Qué raro está todo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113624629491436304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113624629491436304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113624629491436304' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113572893896001782</id><published>2005-12-28T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:44:22.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing left, all gone and run away Maybe you'll tarry for a while It's just a test, a game for us to play Win or lose, it's hard to smile Resist, resist, it's from yourself you have to hide Come up and see me, to make me smile Or do what you want, running wild("Make me smile" - Steve Harley &amp; Cockney Rebel)Típico balance del año 2005:*He conocido a gente maravillosa.*He encontrado varios</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113572893896001782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113572893896001782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113572893896001782' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113533727011459754</id><published>2005-12-23T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T21:11:35.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dime dónde has estadoniña de cara blancadónde has dejado tu risaque no está dónde estaba.("Santos que yo te pinté" -- Los Planetas)Si tuviera que elegir una época de mi vida en la que han pasado muchas cosas, así muy seguidas y muy trascendentales. A lo mejor ésa podría ser ésta época.Lo veo todo pasar como escenas de una película.¿Porqué no optar por reírnos de todo? es lo más divertido, aunque </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113533727011459754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113533727011459754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113533727011459754' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113414462411029695</id><published>2005-12-09T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:11:23.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun, Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right("Here comes the sun" --The Beatles)**Porque esta canción ahora ya sí que significa algo para mí.Ya he vuelto. Y lo peor de todo es la sensación de que todo ha sido un parentesis, y que al pisar este suelo otra vez, todo se me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113414462411029695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113414462411029695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113414462411029695' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113369654132089210</id><published>2005-12-04T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:42:21.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't wanna miss out on anythingAt the same time I feel the need to retreatEverything is temporary these daysMight as well go out for a third night in a rowWalk home, come down, retreat to sleep!Wake up, go out again, repeat!("Retreat" -- The Rakes)No quiero continuar escuchando los mismos consejos una y otra vez.Pudo haber un momento en el que tenían sentido, pero cuando pasa el tiempo y ves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113369654132089210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113369654132089210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113369654132089210' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113343652265996412</id><published>2005-12-01T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:28:55.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What did I dream? Cause nothing's as it seems On the way back round, for me Nothing's gonna keep me from my What did I dream? We're on the one road Maybe the wrong road It's the road to fuck knows where ...("What did I dream?" -- Babyshambles)¿A qué viene esa necesidad que tenemos las personas de escapar?.En el justo momento en que todo se pone mal no queda más remedio que escaparse. Da igual que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113343652265996412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113343652265996412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113343652265996412' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113199956990300165</id><published>2005-11-14T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:27:23.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the rain fallsThere's magic in our livesWhen the rain fallsWe're happy deep insideWhen the rain fallsIt cleans away the corners of our minds("When the rain falls" -- Suede)Adicta a los chicles de menta. Por no adiccionarme a cosas peores.Acabo la noche llorando. Luego me arrepiento.Me tiño otra vez de morena. -¿Qué es una rubia teñida de morena? -Inteligencia artificial. Festival del </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113199956990300165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113199956990300165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113199956990300165' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-113087201794781520</id><published>2005-11-01T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:07:00.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just don't know what to do with myselfI don't know what to do with myselfmovies only make me sadparties make me feel as badcause I'm not with youI just don't know what to do("I just don't know what to do with myself" -- The White Stripes)Aparecen personas, que con su manera de ser y de actuar, hacen felices a otras personas. Personas que son como un soplo de aire fresco. Personas que aparecen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113087201794781520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/113087201794781520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113087201794781520' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-112974753716359422</id><published>2005-10-19T20:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:45:37.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piccola Ery, non ti ferire ancora, nascerà un'aurora, dove vivere o morire sarà senza valigie! E' come in una favola, ma senza tempo e noi, come in una pubblicità, e chi diventa grande è un eroe: amore io l'ho fatto già, ma questo non vuol dire che tu non puoi, restare piccola!("Piccola Ery" -- Cesare Cremonini)Me voy a Roma. Me voy en Diciembre.Una semana, pero me voy. Ya tengo los billetes.Ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112974753716359422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112974753716359422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112974753716359422' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-112929755415616384</id><published>2005-10-14T15:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:39:54.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And this is not a case of lust, you seeit's not a matter of you versus meIt's fine the way you want me on your ownbut in the end it's always me aloneAnd I'm losing my favourite gameyou're losing your mind againI'm losing my babylosing my favourite game(The Cardigans -- "My favourite game")Hoy he visto el capítulo de As If en que Nicki se lía con dos tios, amigos entre sí, a la vez, y montan una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112929755415616384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112929755415616384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112929755415616384' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-112827921022782796</id><published>2005-10-02T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:00:19.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that disease of the ageIt's that disease that we craveAlone at the end of the raveWe catch the last bus homeProtect me from what I want...Protect me protect me...("Protect me from what I want" -- Placebo)COSAS BUENAS DE ESTOS ÚLTIMOS DÍAS:-Haber cogido hoy un tren para venir al mar y ponerme a escribir esto y no dejar que los domingos no existan para mí.-Que Noemí me pregunte qué me pasa y </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112827921022782796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112827921022782796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112827921022782796' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-112793675344474586</id><published>2005-09-28T21:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:49:41.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I got so scaredI shivered like a childYesterday away from youIt froze me deep inside Come back come backDon’t walk awayCome back come backCome back todayCome back come backWhy can’t you seeCome back come backCome back to me And I know I was wrongWhen I said it was trueThat it couldn’t be me and be herIn between without youWithout you...("In between days" -- The Cure) Me meto hoy de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112793675344474586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112793675344474586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112793675344474586' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-112678005769692612</id><published>2005-09-15T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:27:37.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me sigues descubriendo cosas nuevascada día y me emociono al recordarla vida que hay en tu mirada.No dejaré que mueran de nostalgia,de tristeza, regaré todas tus plantas,aunque estén llenas de espinas,aunque digan que están muertas,  sí...Te miro, te vuelvo a mirar,desapareces como una estrella fugaz.Tú has sido y sigues siendo lo mejorque me ha pasado.("Lo mejor que me ha pasado" -- La </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112678005769692612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112678005769692612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112678005769692612' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-112412348907639408</id><published>2005-08-15T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:36:28.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...So I Walk Right Up To YouAnd You Walk All Over MeAnd I Ask You What You WantAnd You Tell Me What You NeedCan't You Feel It All Come DownCan't You Hear It All AroundAt The Place Where Lost Is FoundThat Great Love Sound...("That great love sound" -- The Raveonettes)Yo que había pensado dejar de escribir aquí al menos hasta que se acabara el verano y mira.Es que estoy tremendamente aburrida, todo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112412348907639408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/112412348907639408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112412348907639408' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-111998080873766965</id><published>2005-06-28T19:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:50:35.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I was moved by your screen dreamCelluloid pictures livingYour death could not kill my love for you...Take two people romanticSmoky nightclub situationYour cigarette traces a ladder... ("2HB"--Thom Yorke)Cambios, cambios muchas cosas cambian y muy deprisa. Y la mayoría no las controlo yo. Y esto ha sucedido así siempre. Gente que va y que viene, situaciones que cambian, sensaciones que se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111998080873766965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111998080873766965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111998080873766965' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-111825676927491668</id><published>2005-06-08T20:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:52:49.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And all the love I’ve got in here You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care The love I had in store you raped for more And all the dreams I had in here you’ve just stolen You peasants didn’t even care ...Honey I love you, like the summer falls And the winter crawls you’re above and beyond me…("You can't steal my love" -- Mando Diao)No sé qué explicar...estoy casi alejada del mundo real. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111825676927491668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111825676927491668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111825676927491668' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-111712741084428147</id><published>2005-05-26T19:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:17:02.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's a rebel, She's a saintShe's the salt of the earthAnd she's dangerousShe's the symbolof resistanceand she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade("She's a rebel" -- Green Day)En los últimos días y semanas... he acabado las clases, he hecho un examen, he tomado el sol, me he quemado, he jugado al Uno, he roto mi messenger, me he manifestado contra el plan de Bolonya, he estrechado lazos con</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111712741084428147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111712741084428147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712741084428147' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-111557972707797153</id><published>2005-05-08T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:39:59.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want a girl with a mind like a diamond,I want a girl who knows what's best,I want a girl with shoes that cut,and eyes that burn like cigarettes.She's playing with her jewelry,she's putting up her hair,she's touring her facilities,and picking up the slack,I want a girl with a short skirtand a looong jacket...("Short skirt, Long jacket"--Cake)Estoy francamente cansada. Hacía tiempo que no me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111557972707797153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111557972707797153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111557972707797153' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-111426665286416084</id><published>2005-04-23T16:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T17:42:04.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden babyCome with me Friday, don't say maybeI'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you...("Teenage dirtbag" -- Wheatus)Hoy me he tumbado en la cama a simplemente escuchar música como hace tiempo que no hacía.Últimamente me acuerdo mucho de mi mejor amigo del instituto. Del que ya he hablado alguna vez aquí, probablemente hace ya mucho tiempo.A veces me da por pensar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111426665286416084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111426665286416084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111426665286416084' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-111108696188363795</id><published>2005-03-17T20:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:57:56.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo me quedo en casa, veo la tele a ver qué pasaTú estás en Madrid y vas a salir, a beber por ahíNo puedo más porque hoy tú no estás¿A dónde vas?No, no puedo decir que me acompañarás cuando vaya a viajar...("Madrid" -- Juniper Moon)El disco donde sale esta canción, no paré de escucharlo durante meses después de mi última visita a Madrid, ahora hace ya casi un año. Como por ejemplo lo estaba </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111108696188363795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/111108696188363795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111108696188363795' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110946028412920997</id><published>2005-02-27T00:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:16:18.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A veces salgo y no quiero emborracharmepor si te veo y no me atrevo a saludarte.A veces pienso que puedo controlarmepues conocernos puede ser interesante.Y tú estás ahí, sí tú, estás ahí... .("Famosa"--Amarillo)Me parece que paso de salir este fin de semana. Creo que aún no me he recuperado del fin de semana anterior, no sé si es eso. Tampoco es que pase del todo, porque ayer y hoy he salido, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110946028412920997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110946028412920997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110946028412920997' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110875861600474832</id><published>2005-02-18T21:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:33:24.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A veces quiero estar asía veces solo quiero huira veces pienso que tan solo ha sido un sueñoy que aún estás aquí, aún estás aquí...Si no puedo cambiar tu forma de pensarsi aún piensas igual,entonces nadie lo conseguirá.("Brigitte" -- Los Planetas)Vaya semana agotadora, digo NO a más jornadas de 12 horas.Iba a escribir algo y se me ha olvidado, será que tengo las neuronas cansadas aún. Pero nada, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110875861600474832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110875861600474832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110875861600474832' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110831278155217795</id><published>2005-02-13T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:13:05.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away(Beautiful Day -- U2)El viernes organizamos la primera fiesta de clase. El motivo no podía ser otro que haber acabado los exámenes.Fuimos a cenar a la Ovella Negra, a beber a Dixi, y después al Razz. La noche fue de más a menos.En la Ovella, pedimos más sangría y cerveza de la que podíamos beber entre todos, y</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110831278155217795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110831278155217795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110831278155217795' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110805812488606165</id><published>2005-02-10T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:55:24.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Believe, believe in me, believeBelieve that life can changeThat you’re not stuck in vainWe’re not the same, we’re different tonightTonight, so brightTonight(Smashing Pumpkins -- Tonight Tonight)A quien no se le pongan los pelos de punta con esta canción, es que no es persona, he dicho.Yo debería estar muy alegre. Hoy he hecho mi último examen... mañana vuelvo a pisar el Razz..., y son </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110805812488606165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110805812488606165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110805812488606165' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110760631676422496</id><published>2005-02-05T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T18:10:18.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veo a la gente interesanteTodos van de negroSon tan distantesParecen muy enfermosCon ese aire desdichadoLa tristeza da prestanciaYo quiero estar mustiaDenota más eleganciaJajajajajaBasta ya, le pido al cielo mi redenciónYa no puedo más, ser siniestra es mi vocación Y por hoy fin! Depresión! Que subidón! Quiero morir!Que bajón, que gris, que horror!Voy a ser siniestra, voy a ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110760631676422496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110760631676422496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110760631676422496' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110694871417600888</id><published>2005-01-28T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:45:14.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I ever wantedAll I ever neededIs here in my armsWords are very unnecessaryThey can only do harm...("Enjoy the silence" -- Depeche Mode)Ya empecé la temporada de examenes. Toca trabajar un poco y cuesta muchísimo. A mí lo que más  me cuesta es tener que obligarme a prescindir de cosas como salir por la noche de fiesta y todo eso. Aunque por ahora no se puede decir que haya hecho mucho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110694871417600888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110694871417600888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110694871417600888' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110589790309860093</id><published>2005-01-16T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:51:43.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Try for the right kind of lifeI only wish that you'd had a chance to decideHave a look around you there's no-one thereHow can you call this fair?We're coming in from the coldAnd everybody's searching for someone to holdHave a look around you there's no-one thereHow can you call this fair?("Coming in from the cold" -- The Delgados) Que pereza me da escribir aquí después de tanto tiempo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110589790309860093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110589790309860093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110589790309860093' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110314851522756877</id><published>2004-12-15T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:08:35.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo nos parece una mierdatodo nos parece una mierdatodo nos parece una mierdamenos lo vuestro...("Todo nos parece una mierda" -- Astrud)·Esta mañana he vuelto a perder el primer tren, esta vez por un minuto, y eso que ayer me prometí que no lo perdería. No es por nada, con el primero llego con tiempo de sobras, y con el segundo llego justo a tiempo para entrar en clase. Es más, en el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110314851522756877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110314851522756877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110314851522756877' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110225003954931648</id><published>2004-12-05T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T13:33:59.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you see the stylish kids in the riotWe were shovelled up like muckThen set the night on fireWombles bleed truncheons and shieldsYou know I cherish you my loveOh how I cherish you my love("Time For Heroes" -- The Libertines)Ni esta semana, ni este fin de semana los cambiaba por nada.los momentos en el bar de la facultad, donde esta semana se han organizado mañanas y mediodías </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110225003954931648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110225003954931648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110225003954931648' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110157288495885812</id><published>2004-11-27T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:28:04.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Otra vez, es que siempre estarás igual,si algo no te gusta dices que te asustay te pones en el mismo plan.Te empeñas en decir que lo nuestro es imposible,si te canto algo que te haga pensar,si te hago un gesto sé que solamente tú lo vas a interpretarde manera singular.Te empeñas en decir que lo nuestro es imposible,como es posible que no te canses ni de mentirte.("Imposible" -- Ellos)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110157288495885812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110157288495885812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110157288495885812' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-110124286814059108</id><published>2004-11-23T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:00:50.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No es verdad que no quiero querer más,guardo el mar en un bote de aguarrás, cúrame con tus dedos, llévame a tu lado......a mi lado ya no estás. Voy nadando a mariposa entre tus manos,quiero dar marcha atrás, amarillo, patinar, malgastar, tiño una casualidad de color de amapola y se sentó con cuidado a mi lado...("Agosto Esquimal" -- Maga)Pues bien, he de reconocerlo, estoy totalmente </summary><link 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llamas,quizás nos podríamos volver a ver.Si quieres, si prefieres,seremos amigos por última vez.("Si vuelves" -- La Casa Azul)Podría hablar de muchas cosas. Pero me he levantado rara y no sé. Podría hablar de la cantidad de veces que me han dado plantón en </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110042719937619855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/110042719937619855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110042719937619855' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109921764032930186</id><published>2004-10-31T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T11:18:05.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conseguir para mí lo de los demás,el sonido de mi mente es diferente de lo normal...("La mente del monstruo" -- Chucho)Participé 2 veces para ganar una entrada doble para el concierto de Chucho en Razzmatazz este pasado viernes 29 de octubre.Una fue en el merchandising del Razz, porque mientras sonaba una canción de Morrisey en la sala 1 , anunciaron por las pantallas que sortearían una </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109921764032930186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109921764032930186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109921764032930186' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109862021028553192</id><published>2004-10-24T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:16:50.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't care if monday's bluetuesday's grey and wednesday toothursday I don't care about you,it's friday I'm in love...("Friday I'm in Love" -- The Cure)Se acabó la semana. Y menos mal, porque este fin de semana tenía ciertas obligaciones que tenía ganas de quitarme de encima lo antes posible, y ahora ya me las he quitado.Estoy muy cansada, después de una noche deportiva, en la que anduve</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109862021028553192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109862021028553192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109862021028553192' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109793025037291298</id><published>2004-10-16T14:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T14:37:30.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Con el tiempo que paso maquinandopodría haberte hablado veinte mil veces yay todo iría tan bien,y dejar de creer que me voy a equivocar...("A mí me pasa lo mismo" -- Astrud)Hoy me he levantado mode down. El motivo es horroroso, es por un sueño que he tenido.El sueño ha sido casi todo precioso, lo que lo hace todo muy paradójico. La explicación es muy sencilla, viviendo ese sueño me he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109793025037291298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109793025037291298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109793025037291298' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109740516031124913</id><published>2004-10-10T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:46:00.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well somebody told meYou had a boyfriendWho looks like a girlfriendThat I had in February of last yearIt's not confidentialI've got potentialA rushin', a rushin' around("Somebody told me" -- The Killers)Siento martirizar a la gente con mis idas y venidas, en serio, en los últimos días no deja de parecerme que cada vez que abro la boca es para soltar frases totalmente inconexas. Y yo lo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109740516031124913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109740516031124913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109740516031124913' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109691768415408189</id><published>2004-10-04T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:26:25.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's electricShe's in a family full of eccentricsShe done things I never expectedAnd I need more timeI want you to knowI've got my mind made up nowBut I need more timeAnd I want you to sayDo you know what I'm saying?But I need more ....Coz I'll be you and you'll be meThere's lots and lots for us to seeThere's lots and lots for us to doShe is electric, can I be electric too?("She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109691768415408189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109691768415408189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109691768415408189' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109491570054077375</id><published>2004-09-11T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T17:15:00.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una vez, si mal no recuerdome tenías en la punta de los dedosen secuelas de los viejos díasque estarán conmigo el resto de mi vida...quiero que estés aquíquiero tenerte dando vueltas a mi lado todo el tiempoen nueve orbitas concéntricas y yo estar en el centrosi no es mucho pedirpero es lo menos que merezco ...("Corrientes circulares en el tiempo" -- Los Planetas)Anoche, lo pasamos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109491570054077375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109491570054077375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109491570054077375' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109391511689732603</id><published>2004-08-31T03:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T03:18:36.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bueno, hoy día 31 de agosto, es mi cumpleaños ^_^19 años, ahí es nada...Solo digo al respecto, que espero que este año viva tantas cosas buenas como el anterior, y muchas en parte a algunos que vereis esto :*Just 19 and sucker's dream I guess I thought you had the flavourJust 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour...(Special needs -- Placebo)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109391511689732603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109391511689732603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109391511689732603' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109378911509171104</id><published>2004-08-29T16:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T16:53:54.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was my domain,Till someone stole my name.You've got to tolerate ...Let's get juxtaposed...(Juxtaposed with you -- Super Furry Animals)Hoy hace un día perfecto. Normalmente siempre me han gustado más los días soleados, pero hoy, nublado, he descubierto que me gusta más. El cielo es de color gris, pero no un gris triste, es un gris luminoso. No hay ni un solo rayo de sol molesto. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109378911509171104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109378911509171104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109378911509171104' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109337186636401816</id><published>2004-08-24T19:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T22:00:08.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voy a escribirte una postalo una canción o un cuento cortoo una carta,voy a pensar aún más en tíy a no olvidarmede no dejar de recordarte.Y aunque te pueda parecerque lo hago todo para típues no es así,lo hago porque quieroy porqueno me lo puedes impedir,lo hago porque sílo hago porque quiero, porque quiero,lo hago porque quiero y porqueno me lo puedes impedir,inténtalo y verás</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109337186636401816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109337186636401816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109337186636401816' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109236401422491112</id><published>2004-08-13T03:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T04:26:54.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trasnochando con Eme en el msn, salió este test de por medio... y ambas lo hicimos, cada una en su respectivo blog :DTrece cosas arbitrarias que a usted le gusten:-Las conversaciones trasnochadas del msn y el irc.-Mirar los comments de mi fotolog y blog, y de los de los demás.-Tumbarme a mirar las estrellas.-Enamorarme.-Viajar.-Ver pelis que me emocionen.-Salir a sitios donde pongan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109236401422491112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109236401422491112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109236401422491112' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109172211980533262</id><published>2004-08-05T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:13:11.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sueño que me besas más y másy la Luna no se atreve a mirar,si solo estás la mitad que yono puedes aguantar ni un parpadeo más a mí.Que sí, que dame un beso yay no pienses más,dame un beso tontoy luego otro más,piénsalo un momento, que feliz serás,y ven aquí, soy para tí,no me hagas esperara mí...("Besame tonto" -- Vacaciones)Me recomendaron que escribiera un diario personal, en el</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109172211980533262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109172211980533262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109172211980533262' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-109111189489857645</id><published>2004-07-29T16:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T17:23:06.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando me desperté tú te habías ido muy temprano, y no sé bien porqué pensé que igual pasaba algo. Quise continuar como si no pensara en ello pero no pude alejar un mal presentimiento, di un golpe de vista, contra la ventana ví una nota escrita. Nada debería fallar si estamos siempre juntos, si no nos separamos. ("Nada debería fallar" -- La Buena Vida)    Hace justo una semana,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109111189489857645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/109111189489857645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111189489857645' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-10901532415830344</id><published>2004-07-18T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T15:10:21.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I paint the things I want to see But it don't come easy I love you all the same.   But you stole the sun from my heart You stole the sun from my heart...   ("You stole the sun from my heart" -- Manic Street Preachers)     Después de una semana en la que, aunque no me he privado de nada, he estado haciendo esfuerzos para ahorrar, puedo decir que el hecho de que yo ahorre es, como mínimo,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/10901532415830344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/10901532415830344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10901532415830344' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108974608947508183</id><published>2004-07-13T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T21:14:49.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Es que cada vez que dices que te vasYo te odio aunque sonría sin pararQuién sabe dónde vas a estar...Y aunque parezcas lo mejor(no, no, no lo eres, no)Porque sé que como yoTú también actúas y eso es lo mejorYa no puedo ni siquiera descansarYa no puedo ni siquera ir a trabajarSi pienso en tus palabrasPorque son palabras llenas de colorSon palabras que me invaden el corazónY no quiero</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108974608947508183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108974608947508183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974608947508183' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108931130215407825</id><published>2004-07-08T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T20:28:22.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Podemos irnos juntos lejos de este mundo tú y yo.En un viaje por galaxias infinitas hacia el sol.No queda nada que prolongue mi paradaen este mundo ni un solo minuto.Tú y yo de viaje por el solen una nueva dimensión.¿Qué podría ser mejor que estar siempre juntos tú y yo?¿Qué estar siempre juntos tú y yo?("De viaje" -- Los planetas)Estoy perdiendo el norte y me gusta. En las últimas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108931130215407825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108931130215407825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108931130215407825' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108879974930837650</id><published>2004-07-02T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:22:29.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si preguntais por mí,me encontrareis aquí,disfrutando del tiempo que me queda por vivir.Que lo mejor de nuestra vida aún está por ocurrir...("Magic" -- Chucho)Otra vez por aquí. Que bien va todo ahora!. Vacaciones, libertad, buena nota en la sele, ya tengo las entradas del contempop... viva! . Mañana seguramente iremos al Razz otra vez, aunque la sesión de hace dos semanas no creo que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108879974930837650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108879974930837650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108879974930837650' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108825836934924533</id><published>2004-06-26T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T15:59:29.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La soledad envuelve a aquella chicaque está en la barra medio tirada,pendiente solo de su pensamientoque el diablo sabe en donde está.Los popis ni la miran,y si lo hacen, solo critican con ironía,y aquella chica sigue en su galaxiala mar de triste aunque no se note por su expresión.("Aquella chica" -- Los Fresones Rebeldes)Bueh! lo sé, me estoy columpiando mucho en el arte de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108825836934924533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108825836934924533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108825836934924533' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108629231717957084</id><published>2004-06-03T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T21:51:57.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las cinco del viernes (pasado):  1)¿Eres puntual o eres de los/las que siempre llegan con retraso? Era muy muy puntual antes, ahora cada vez me voy volviendo más caso perdido. Pero como a mi no me gusta esperar, estoy intentando corregir este defecto. 2)¿Cumples con fechas límites y plazos de entrega? Esto sí, estas cosas no las olvido ni por casualidad. 3)¿Usas agenda y sigues un horario</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108629231717957084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108629231717957084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108629231717957084' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108619635651559925</id><published>2004-06-02T18:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:12:36.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight?I feel, I feel like taking a life.Please, I wanna seal the kitchen knifeand feel, feel like taking a life.Rippin kittin kidding on the round("Rippin' Kittin"--Miss Kittin)El jueves estuve en el primavera sound, y que re-bien que lo pasé, y cuantas ganas tenía de ver a Desi y a Ann. Pero después hice las cosas sin pensar, y pasé gran parte de la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108619635651559925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108619635651559925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108619635651559925' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108475166012785658</id><published>2004-05-16T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T02:04:39.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para poder olvidaralguna pena muy grandete besaré en espiralcuando no mire nadie...("Dame estrellas o limones"--Niza)Estas últimas semanas se me han pasado realmente rápido...La semana pasada vino Martín a Barcelona, fue genial que pasara aquí unos días y poder verle de nuevo. Estuvimos en un concierto de Goldfrapp, y en Razzmatazz viernes y sábado. Y en fin, que fue un gran fin de semana,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108475166012785658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108475166012785658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108475166012785658' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108300837341862713</id><published>2004-04-26T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T20:18:29.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People try to put us down Just because we get around Things they do look awful cold I hope I die before I get old This is my generationThis is my generation, babyWhy don't you all fade away And don't try to dig what we all sayI'm not trying to cause a big sensation I'm just talkin' 'bout my generation This is my generationThis is my generation, baby("My Generation"--The Who)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108300837341862713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108300837341862713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300837341862713' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108230596891003462</id><published>2004-04-18T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:37:08.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so the wintertime comes callingThrough the skies I’m crawlingFrom cloud nine I’m falling And then the foolish times rush inIt’s no longer mineLife on cloud nine("Falling From Cloud 9"--Lift to experience)Nunca pensé verme en esta situación. Siento que el destino se está riendo de mí, una vez más, y más que nunca.Lo veo todo más difícil de lo que es, y me siento muy torpe, todo lo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108230596891003462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108230596891003462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230596891003462' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108196799110051208</id><published>2004-04-14T20:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T01:25:08.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No pienso ir si tú no estás no quiero aburrirme así sin más¿A dónde vas?Dime que puedo hacer sinoSi no te voy a ver¿Qué puedo hacer?Yo me quedo en casaveo la tele a ver que pasa,Tú estás en Madrid y vas a salira beber por ahí...("Madrid"--Juniper Moon)Un gran fin de semana en Madrid, no sé explicarlo mejor, fue espectacular. Desde el primer momento hasta el último.La salida de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108196799110051208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108196799110051208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196799110051208' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108137577094422537</id><published>2004-04-08T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:12:15.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Te lo daría todo y nada te pidopero mi corazón está malherido,hay tantas hojas escritasque me hablan de tí...No sé si he elegido bien el caminono sé si es la fuerza de mi destino,en una tela de araña caigosi me alejo de tí... .("Subir"--La rabia)Han pasado unos días intensos, no he parado. Sobretodo compras y más compras, porque me hacía falta ropa más primaveral, que ya llega el calor,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108137577094422537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108137577094422537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108137577094422537' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108075957918287207</id><published>2004-03-31T20:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T21:08:09.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tengo una invitaciónpara viajar a un nuevo mundo,será la soluciónpara enterrarte en un segundo.Cerca de Shibuya olvidaré tu amory encontraré un nuevo océano,un huracán de sensaciones pop,algo nuevo, diferente y muy moderno,espero veros allí.("Cerca de Shibuya"--La casa azul)Un fin de semana tranquilo de vez en cuando sienta muy bien.Me fui con Silvia al cine y a tomar algo, como diría</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108075957918287207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108075957918287207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108075957918287207' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108040897066065352</id><published>2004-03-27T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:41:46.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There´s nothing else like you, there´s something I like in the way you talk. There´s not anything but you, there´s something I love in the way you walk.("You know that´s the way I like it"--Sexy Sadie)Estos últimos días han estado unos bien y otros no tan bien. Como hoy he dicho a alguien, no puedo estar al 100% feliz si no está todo el mundo que me rodea feliz. Pero supongo que eso es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108040897066065352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108040897066065352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040897066065352' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-108015226434895970</id><published>2004-03-24T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:08:53.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been hoping your moping around the street again.I've been tripping from sipping the dripping dirty water tap.I've been poking a voodoo doll that you do not know I made.Bandages on my legs and my arms from you... BandagesUp and down on my legs and my arms from you... Bandages.("Bandages"--Hot hot heat)Ai! fijate como se pasa el tiempo y yo aquí sin escribir nada de nada. Pero no ha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108015226434895970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/108015226434895970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015226434895970' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107918102537644794</id><published>2004-03-13T13:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:10:44.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I brought you something close to me, Left for something you see though your here. You haunt my dreams There's nothing to do but believe, Just Believe. Just Breathe. Another day, just believe, Another day, just breathe Another day, just believe, Another day. Just breathe. I'm used to it by now. Another day, just believe. Just breathe. Just believe. Just breathe. ("Breathe"--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107918102537644794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107918102537644794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918102537644794' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107816656740833439</id><published>2004-03-01T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T13:06:10.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Después te reconocen por la calley te sientes especial,tienes un aire más cool que los demás,eres la imagen de un fotolog,ya eres alguien singular."Quería hablar largo y tendido del Fotolog. No de mi fotolog, sino, de todo este movimiento, fenómeno, moda, o pasatiempo. Ayer me preguntó Eme si esto había cambiado mi vida, si al hacerme un blog o un flog mi vida había cambiado en algo, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107816656740833439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107816656740833439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816656740833439' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107782164115406829</id><published>2004-02-26T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:29:03.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tearsWhen you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fearsI held your hand through all of these yearsBut you still haveAll of me(My immortal--Evanescence)Que bueno es tener a gente que te quiera, que te entienda, y que te cuide. En los últimos días me he sentido así, y estoy especialmente contenta de encontrar palabras alegres en aquellos en los que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107782164115406829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107782164115406829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782164115406829' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107730738975291569</id><published>2004-02-20T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T16:05:59.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna be Jay Jay Johanson,I'll be the most handsome tonight,I wanna conquer lonely hearts, yeah, and be rich, at least for one night.Jay Jay Johanson...(I wanna be Jay Jay Johanson--The Tea Servants)Que pocas ganas de actualizarrr..., que le vamos a hacer, la pereza me puede. Además es que no me pasa nada mínimamente interesante... jo. Hoy hace un día oscuro y llueve mucho, y hace frío,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107730738975291569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107730738975291569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730738975291569' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107676127932569365</id><published>2004-02-14T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T13:29:18.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna kiss you every minute every hour everydayYou got me in a spin but everything is a okTouching you, touching meTouching you cause you're touching meI believe in a thing called love, just listen to the rhythm of my heartThere's a chance we can make it now We'll be lookin till the sun goes down I believe in a thing called loveooooooh (it's on)(I believe in a thing called love--The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107676127932569365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107676127932569365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107676127932569365' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107643925587013258</id><published>2004-02-10T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T18:59:03.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Te recuerdo junto al mar, nubes grises y un café,y no entiendo tanto tiempo sin volver.No se olvida sin querer,y yo no quiero olvidar,que aunque el tiempo pase lento, ahí estás.(Recuerdos que olvidé--Nosoträsh)Primero de todo, agradezco mucho muchísimo los ánimos que me han dado un montón de personas, tanto en los comments, como en el tag, como por msn, o personalmente, porque ahora ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107643925587013258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107643925587013258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643925587013258' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107592333767414974</id><published>2004-02-04T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:37:18.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey where did we go,Days when the rains cameDown in the hollow,Playin' a new game,Laughing and a running hey, heyMy brown eyed girl,You my brown eyed girl. Do you remember when we used to sing,Sha la la la la la la la la la la tee da (Van Morrison--"Brown Eyed Girl")Me siento perdida.Llevo unos días de bajón y no sé porqué.Tampoco tengo motivos. Siempre me pasa igual, paso un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107592333767414974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107592333767414974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592333767414974' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107566167804937610</id><published>2004-02-01T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T19:56:15.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've noticed you are around... I find you very attractive... Would you? uhm... (Touch &amp; Go--"Would you...")Desde el pasado domingo no había actualizado! y uf! ha sido una semana un poco larga... .Extrañamente me he evadido de la realidad durante estos días en las clases y los exámenes, no es que quisiera estar así, pero me rallé, y pensé que estar así era lo mejor, a día de hoy  ya se me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107566167804937610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107566167804937610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566167804937610' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107504901219233898</id><published>2004-01-25T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T00:39:43.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VENGAS DE DONDE VENGASLA GENTE SE QUEDA CON TU AIREDE EXTRANGERA. S'IL VOUS PLAIT. UN, DEUX, TROIS.LADY OLÉ.AGUÁNTALA, LO PILLAS TODO.(Chico y Chica--"Lady Olé")Porque yo lo valgo. Y porque me aburro, he decidido actualizar esto.Ay... que desgraciada soy, pasando tanto rato en casa por el motivo de siempre, tener que estudiar. Aunque, todo sea dicho de paso, no es que me esté matando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107504901219233898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107504901219233898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504901219233898' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107454156396266866</id><published>2004-01-19T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:47:28.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obsessions is like sexit's simple and complex,it's called obsession,can you handle it?.It's connected to the hip soundand it moves with the underground,it's called obsessionwhen you're around.(Suede--"Obsessions")Qué bien me encuentro últimamente. Si pasaron días malos (que no lo creo), ya debieron haber acabado.Bueno, ahora empezará algo desagradable, los exámenes, pero tan pronto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107454156396266866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107454156396266866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454156396266866' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107410512863719852</id><published>2004-01-14T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T12:54:21.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How does it feelTo treat me like you doWhen you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you areI thought I was mistakenI thought I heard your wordsTell me how do I feelTell me now how do I feel(New Order--"Blue Monday)Hoy nos han dado una charla de dos horas sobre el alcoholismo en clase ¬¬  no he podido dejar de pensar en la cantidad de gente que si me hubiera visto en esa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107410512863719852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107410512863719852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107410512863719852' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107367820586473194</id><published>2004-01-09T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T20:58:00.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know what's on your mind my boyI can see oh everythinglead pipes are fortune madetake a tip from meclimb up to her window ledgeor you'll forever be... .Walking under laddersas the people round youhear you crying please.(The Libertines--"Vertigo")Ya tocaba actualización!. Perdónenme...es que llevo unos días que no paro... .Sólo es necesario mirar el fotolog xD . Pues eso, que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107367820586473194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107367820586473194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367820586473194' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-10730884704190333</id><published>2004-01-03T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T01:11:18.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am thinking it's a sign that the frecklesin our eyes are mirror images and whenwe kiss they're perfectly aligned.They will see us waving from such great heights,"come down now," they'll saybut everything looks perfect from far away,"come down now," but we'll stay...(The Postal Service--"Such Great Heights")Ya pasó la noche vieja... y la posterior resaca de año nuevo... . Haciendo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/10730884704190333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/10730884704190333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10730884704190333' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107291262494927279</id><published>2004-01-01T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T12:58:32.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¡FELIZ AÑO NUEVO!Ya se acerca el final de este año, y he de decir que estoy contenta, porque ahora hace un año que yo tuve una depresión por la cual perdí las ganas y la ilusión por todas las cosas durante un mes, más o menos, y sin embargo este año, aunque las cosas son imperfectas, he recuperado todo aquello, y soy verdaderamente feliz. Realmente no sé lo que me pasó, pero lo importante es que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107291262494927279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107291262494927279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107291262494927279' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107228584844749780</id><published>2003-12-24T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:11:47.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FELIZ NAVIDAD!!! Pues eso, quería felicitar la navidad a todas las personas que visiten estos días mi blog.Y como no hay nada más que contar, os dejo con dos conversaciones que tuve ayer con Silvia en el msn.Con la primera, he llegado a la conclusión de que no podemos pasar tanto tiempo encerradas en casa, empezamos a desvariar demasiado, que nadie me pregunte el contexto de esta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107228584844749780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107228584844749780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107228584844749780' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107220064282206940</id><published>2003-12-23T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:13:35.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que lo malo pasa cuando falta algo bueno,y lo malo siempre pasa, y la música se queda.Canciones, amores, errores, nada más.Lola me decía que escuchando estas cancionesnada malo pasarí­a, nada nos separarí­a.Promesas, mentiras, sin mala voluntad.Canciones, amores, errores,promesas, mentiras;la vida y nada más.(Los Fresones Rebeldes--"Canciones, amores, errores")Bueno... de nuevo aquí­</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107220064282206940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107220064282206940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220064282206940' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107203229981527850</id><published>2003-12-21T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T19:55:06.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The party's at it's enda style is named and it's deadthere is no latest trendif it's a new beginning, then i don't want to knowif it's not worth pretending, then i don't want to knowi'm just so sick of listening, what should i want to knowI lost my 15 minutes, on eurodisco(Bis--"Eurodisco")Ayer la pillé de mala manera. Y es que claro, se empieza con las apuestas tontas en plan "si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107203229981527850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107203229981527850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203229981527850' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107178103428898728</id><published>2003-12-18T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:58:08.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando tus ojos se fijan en mivivo mil aventuras sin salir de aqui,te miro no puedo parar de reirporque se que tu ves todo lo que yo vi.Pideme lo que quieras y dire que si,pide una tonteria, pero nunca,no me faltes nunca,yo tengo derecho a ser feliz,no te vayas lejos,lejos es muy lejos para mi.(Los Fresones Rebeldes--El Amanecer)Estoy oficialmente de vacaciones! que felicidad la mia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107178103428898728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107178103428898728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178103428898728' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107144076568922718</id><published>2003-12-14T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:37:59.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La vida es como una de esas peliculas que todo el mundo te dice que tienes que ir a ver, y cuando la ves, te das cuenta de que no te enseña nada nuevo."(Sooz en el capitulo 43 de "AS IF")Este ha sido un fin de semana bastante rallado. Principalmente porque ya tenia la intencion de no salir, un par de dias tranquilos, relajados, para guardar fuerzas para el otro. Pero mis planes se vieron </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107144076568922718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107144076568922718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144076568922718' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107099457858470153</id><published>2003-12-09T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T00:26:04.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fire in the discoFire in the discoFire in the taco bellFire in the discoFire in the discoFire in the gates of hellDon't you want to know why we keep starting fires?It's my desireIt's my desireDanger, dangerHigh voltageWhen we touchAnd when we kiss(Electric Six--Danger! High Voltage)Vaya fin de semana, que genial. No se muy bien como explicarlo todo aqui, asi que bueno, a ver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107099457858470153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107099457858470153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099457858470153' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-107032396348016568</id><published>2003-12-02T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:50:51.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In this film, that's no fun; to play the part as a missy-queen, pussy-cat, sweetie, honey, treasure, darling, sugar-clump..." (TokTok vs. Soffy O.--"Missy Queen's Gonna Die")Soy una persona que es feliz ahora mismo. Y hoy he adivinado el porque, y es que he encontrado algo muy cercano al equilibrio, eso es exactamente. Y me he dado cuenta hoy, que ese es el motivo de mi felicidad actual, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107032396348016568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/107032396348016568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032396348016568' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-106996620824445975</id><published>2003-11-27T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T12:08:10.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No hesitation, no delayYou come on just like special KJust like I swallowed half my stashI never ever want to crashNo hesitation, no delayYou come on just like special KNow you're back with dope demandI'm on sinking sandGravityNo escaping gravityGravityNo escaping... not for freeI fall down... hit the groundMake a heavy soundEvery time you seem to come around(Placebo--"Special K")</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106996620824445975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106996620824445975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106996620824445975' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-106978664387615515</id><published>2003-11-25T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T22:38:42.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siempre despiertos quisimos soñar,con ver las maravillas de una vida normal,los dos sabemos lo que opina la gente,las cosas que decimos no parecen decentes.Mi mundo, tu mundo, los dos son igual,si el resto de la Tierra pasa y nos mira mal,los dos sabemos lo que pasa por nuestra mente,porque ahora sabemos que somos diferentes, ya...Si el fin del mundo esta por llegar,si todo lo que mire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106978664387615515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106978664387615515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978664387615515' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-106954646828224889</id><published>2003-11-23T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T13:04:02.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breathe with meBreathe the pressureCome play my gameI'll test yaPsycho-somatic addict-insaneCome play my gameInhale inhale. You're the victimCome play my game(Prodigy--"Breathe")...Este post va dedicado a... Silvia!Puesto que lo hemos acordado esta tarde, hoy vamos a hacer una descripcion mutua, yo describo a Silvia, y ella me describe a mi. Ya sabeis, cosas de bloggers (freakys), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106954646828224889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106954646828224889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954646828224889' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-106944197555079515</id><published>2003-11-21T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T20:32:15.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Down through the platinum spiresDown through the telephone wiresAnd we shake it around in the undergroundAnd like a new generation riseOh but when she is calling here in my headCan you hear her callingAnd what she has said?Oh but when she is calling here in my headIt's like a new generation callingCan you hear it call?And I'm losing myself, losing myself to you(Suede--"New Generation"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106944197555079515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106944197555079515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944197555079515' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522767.post-106889464331919794</id><published>2003-11-15T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T12:11:03.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... Refrain Que tu m'aimais encore, C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore. Serais ce possible alors ? (Carla Bruni--"Quelqu'un M'a Dit")Llevo una semana muy estresante, casi no tengo tiempo ni para pensar en mí. Y la que viene aún será peor en ese sentido</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106889464331919794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522767/posts/default/106889464331919794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenemundo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106889464331919794' title=''/><author><name>irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11254180576480068273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
