<?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-3915350019356637617</id><updated>2011-11-14T19:25:50.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neeuq nus eht semoc ereh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-5281222293525559773</id><published>2011-11-14T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:25:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I've got to do</title><content type='html'>And when I, I wanna kiss you yeah, all I gotta do is whisper in your ear the words you long to hear, and I'll be kissin' you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...en qué momento pasó?? mmm quiensabe pero creo que es mejor no cuestionar las cosas y dejar que el tiempo fluya...si algo va a ser, será...hace mucho tiempo que no estaba tan contenta, si ando toda lela :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it slow and let it flow...good vibs and prayers, everything's gonna be alright!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-5281222293525559773?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/5281222293525559773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=5281222293525559773' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/5281222293525559773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/5281222293525559773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-ive-got-to-do.html' title='all I&apos;ve got to do'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-4024296196219619822</id><published>2011-06-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:13:33.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>under a glass moon</title><content type='html'>In your eyes, Peter Gabriel = chills + sigh + awwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-4024296196219619822?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/4024296196219619822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=4024296196219619822' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/4024296196219619822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/4024296196219619822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2011/06/under-glass-moon.html' title='under a glass moon'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-6915884163305722707</id><published>2010-08-06T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:41:12.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Septiembre</title><content type='html'>Tengo muchisimas ganas de escribir ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;No hay tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Theater lo expresa mejor q yo... &lt;br /&gt;   "it's time to take the time" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya quiero q acabe esto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ODIO la incertidumbre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si lo se...el elemento sorpresa es básico y parte de la vida...le da un poco de magia al asunto pero aún asi hay muchas cosas q desearía poder controlar...algo así como mmm kage bushins!! jaja q tontería ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al menos sé q el 26 veré a Necrophagist!!! otro más a la lista, excelente!! :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Basura dice q será un buen mes, le creeré...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-6915884163305722707?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/6915884163305722707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=6915884163305722707' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/6915884163305722707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/6915884163305722707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2010/08/septiembre.html' title='Septiembre'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-941112047111096249</id><published>2010-06-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:18:41.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melomanía...</title><content type='html'>Mmm solo recapitulando...espero q pronto se anexen otros grupos a la lista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Forever&lt;br /&gt;Angra&lt;br /&gt;Anthrax&lt;br /&gt;Arsis&lt;br /&gt;Betwee The Buried And Me&lt;br /&gt;Carcass&lt;br /&gt;Cynic&lt;br /&gt;Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;Epica&lt;br /&gt;Evergrey&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;Judas Priest&lt;br /&gt;Metallica&lt;br /&gt;Morbid Angel&lt;br /&gt;Municipal Waste&lt;br /&gt;Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;Nile&lt;br /&gt;Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Stratovarius&lt;br /&gt;Symphony X&lt;br /&gt;Testament&lt;br /&gt;Whitesnake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-941112047111096249?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/941112047111096249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=941112047111096249' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/941112047111096249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/941112047111096249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2010/06/melomania.html' title='Melomanía...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-5316314403361408347</id><published>2010-06-01T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:21:21.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TheRe Will Be An Answer Let iT Be...</title><content type='html'>...la semana pasada tuve la gran oportunidad de ver a uno de mis idolos en acción, 27 y 28 de Mayo 2010 Foro Sol: Sir Paul McCartney...nunca lo olvidare!!! cumpli uno de mis grandes sueños, ver a algun beatle en vivo...en verdad es practicamente imposible describir todas las emociones q afloraron al escuchar sus canciones...drive my car, got to get you into my life, the long and winding road, eleanor rigby, back in the USSR, something, i've got a feeling, paperback writer, a day in life, give peace a chance, let it be, hey jude, day tripper, lady madonna, yesterday, get back, sgt pepper's lonely hearts club band, helter skelter, all my loving, i'm looking through you, i've just seen a face, and i love her, o-bla di o-bla da, the end...tmb interpreto algunas otras como jet, let me roll it, highway, my love, dance tonight, mrs van derbit, live and let die...here today en memoria d john lennon...fue realmente impresionante...ademas, uno como audiencia nota cuando el artista esta disfrutando lo q hace y no es solo su trabajo, Paul bailaba, cantaba y derrepente trataba d hablar comicamente un poco de español...incluso compartio con nosotros lo q aprendio en sus clases de español en la primaria "tres conejos en un arbol tocando tambores" jajaja...le encanto gritarnos chilangos eso si y xsupuesto the shining lights in mexico, este acto cautivo a Paul desde conciertos pasados en nuestro pais ya que le impresiono el resultado de nuestros encendedores al ritmo de la cancion let em in...mas de una vez lo repitio: this is the only place in the world world where they do this light thing, it is so great!! lo volvimos a hacer una y otra vez para complacerlo claro esta...aullar a la luna, ladrar y cantar a coro todas sus canciones, simplemente inolvidable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-5316314403361408347?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/5316314403361408347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=5316314403361408347' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/5316314403361408347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/5316314403361408347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-will-be-answer-let-it-be.html' title='TheRe Will Be An Answer Let iT Be...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-1665853483522927946</id><published>2010-05-24T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:53:38.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Pain</title><content type='html'>...you can't just rinse off something that's stained on your soul...that's kind of what real love is all about...i have been in love very few times and that is one thing i've learned about it...another one is well, it always comes along with pain...sometimes it's a litte pain and sometimes it's huge...of course there's laughter and amazing moments but well it's a risk that it's worth taking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's been a while since i felt that way and actually i wish it happened soon...i've been alone for a long time now and even though i maybe wouldn't know how to act or be with someone i want to try it...of course that's not something that just bumps into your life so i'll guess i'll just have to wait for it to happen...who knows, maybe it's not the right time...everything happens for a reason and patience is a nice weapon...carry on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-1665853483522927946?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/1665853483522927946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=1665853483522927946' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/1665853483522927946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/1665853483522927946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-pain.html' title='A Little Pain'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-2801528233439786561</id><published>2010-05-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:22:39.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tohru Honda...</title><content type='html'>...asi q...Tohru?? la protagonista d Fruits Baskets?? mmm bueno probablemente sea algo acertado, solo espero a mi Kyou!! lol x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creo q hay pocas personas q tienen la fortuna d rodearse d las personas como las q están en mi vida...el tener mas d 5 verdaderos amigos en quienes confiar siempre en las buenas y en las malas es algo extremadamente raro...hace no mucho me lo demostraron y me ayudaron a sobrellevar una situación bastante desagradable y aterradora...espero poder hacer lo mismo y mucho más x todos uds...solo quiero decirles: Gracias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-2801528233439786561?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/2801528233439786561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=2801528233439786561' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/2801528233439786561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/2801528233439786561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2010/05/tohru-honda.html' title='Tohru Honda...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-6298246495761351704</id><published>2009-07-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:19:20.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For No One</title><content type='html'>Koi ga setsunai to&lt;br /&gt;Sugu soba de kizuita ano yoru&lt;br /&gt;Datte hoka no dare yori&lt;br /&gt;Anata no koto wo shitteru kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsumo no sarigenai&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa sae kono mune wo shimetsuketeku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konna ni konna ni chikaku de mitsumete mo&lt;br /&gt;Doushite doushite tada no tomodachi na no?&lt;br /&gt;Donna ni donna ni tsuyoku omotte itemo&lt;br /&gt;Tsutaerarenai you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Genki nai yo ne?" to&lt;br /&gt;Anata kara iwareta shunkan&lt;br /&gt;Namida kakusu AKUBI de&lt;br /&gt;"Nebusoku ka na?" tte ii wake shita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichiban taisetsu na&lt;br /&gt;Hito ni uso wo kasaneteku... ima no watashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainichi mainichi mune ga kurushii kara&lt;br /&gt;Ikutsumo ikutsumo nemurenu yoru wo koe&lt;br /&gt;Hajimete hajimete deatta ano hi ni mata&lt;br /&gt;Modoreru no nara ii no ni...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aishiteru" to tsugetara kitto&lt;br /&gt;Mou nidoto egao ni wa modorenai kamo shirenai&lt;br /&gt;Keredo mo tomodachi no mama tsukuriwarai wa&lt;br /&gt;Kore ijyou, watashi dekinai kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honto wa honto wa zutto suki datta no&lt;br /&gt;Itsudemo itsudemo aishi tsuzuketa no&lt;br /&gt;Anata ni anata ni dodoketai kimochi wo&lt;br /&gt;Aoi sora he to sasayaita&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konna ni konna ni chikaku de mitsumete mo&lt;br /&gt;Doushite doushite tada no tomodachi na no?&lt;br /&gt;Donna ni donna ni tsuyoku omotte ite mo&lt;br /&gt;Tsutaerarenai you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a couple of days ago you asked me why did i love you...i don't know...it seems that i'm always thinking of you...as i said before, it's not like i woke up and said "i'll love him"...it's something u can't control...i would really like to get over u, there's no worse thing that loving someone who doesn't love u back...when i call u up u won't see me...i have had enough...someday u'll realize my love was for real and there's no one else who's gonna care for u like me...into the soul, love is long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-6298246495761351704?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/6298246495761351704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=6298246495761351704' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/6298246495761351704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/6298246495761351704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahiru.html' title='For No One'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-6166266916260432997</id><published>2009-06-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:31:57.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahiru</title><content type='html'>...algunas veces dudaste de mi sentir, y al final ese sentimiento de miedo, desconfianza o descontento, nunca desapareció...quiero que sepas que aunque ya no estes aqui te sigo queriendo como a nadie aprendi a querer, a pesar de tus actos, tus desprecios, tus engaños...te sigo amando...talvéz jamás fui algo para ti, pero no importa...sé que en mi algo bueno floreció y ya con eso me conformo...no cambiaria por nadie ni nada lo que vivi contigo, esos momentos jamas los olvidaré...¿mentira o realidad? no lo se...prefiero solo recordar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-6166266916260432997?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/6166266916260432997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=6166266916260432997' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/6166266916260432997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/6166266916260432997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahiru.html' title='ahiru'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-1510176017558553281</id><published>2009-05-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:43:08.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimi monogatari!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sirenas?? Brujas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Extraño esas noches papacito....&lt;br /&gt;Vete con ella vida! y q sean muy feliceeees&lt;br /&gt;Uy! Back to the futureeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Unicornios...azules?&lt;br /&gt;Sasukeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Zombies? Tuberculosis...o Dismenorrea! jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;Puercos arañas? Subete a la combiii&lt;br /&gt;Uh tulio! ud tiene una cabeza perfecta!&lt;br /&gt;Vete yaaaaaaaaaaa si no encuentras motiiiivos&lt;br /&gt;Chad la, echad la, no importa lo q suceeeeda&lt;br /&gt;Angeles o demonios?&lt;br /&gt;Jaaaamas...Jaaamaaas&lt;br /&gt;Calleseeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Principe...del rap?&lt;br /&gt;Ahora más gruesas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dale una lengueteadaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Che gladiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el abuelo murio...greenpeace!!&lt;br /&gt;Lo q es, es...&lt;br /&gt;Apollito yo tenia, apollito se cayo...&lt;br /&gt;Mexico, meeeexico, m e acento equis y c i o&lt;br /&gt;Perdong perdonggggg perdongg perdonggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;Ave maria purisima...&lt;br /&gt;Nooo!!! diganle q no a ese balón!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ay q calor! oeeeooooooooo (fuchi...)&lt;br /&gt;Aoi, aoi, ano soraaaa&lt;br /&gt;Open tha windor! is aniwani home?&lt;br /&gt;Equis no pasa nada, vamos a seguir siendo amigos&lt;br /&gt;Dile q bailando te conoci...cueeentale!&lt;br /&gt;El pulpo quiere fondo?&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuhmmm....vaaaamossss....mecaaaachis!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fiu fiuuu....como hacen los bisteces!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bachard le blanc...&lt;br /&gt;Boing + Pizza!! pero d manzana&lt;br /&gt;Aguas con los yakults &amp; el ades&lt;br /&gt;Ya pasenle su zapato........&lt;br /&gt;No vayas a vomitar marranitossssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;400!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl say i'm crazy, doing what i'm doing...&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva ohm...nothing's gonna change my worlddddddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...everybody's got something to hide, except for me &amp; my monkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;creo q c descompuso mi antenita...alguien c sabe el telefono d mi casa??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-1510176017558553281?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/1510176017558553281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=1510176017558553281' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/1510176017558553281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/1510176017558553281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/05/kimi-monogatari.html' title='Kimi monogatari!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-8178056284764423775</id><published>2009-03-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:23:52.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving my family more than ever!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>...y no solo me refiero a aquellas personas con las que comparto lazos sanguineos...gracias a todos aquellas personas que se han convertido en mi familia, afortunadamente el contar con su apoyo hace mucho mas dulces aquellos momentos agrios de la vida...sip, como dice JD "life is a roller coaster"...and hell yeah i love being in it!!! the best is yet to come...and with such great ppl, can't wait!!!...GRACIAS a todos uds he aprendido a caer y a levantarme, a no dudar y a salir adelante aunq sea a long winding road lol...aaah podria escribir toda la noche pero aun tengo q descansar, morfeo me espera junto con mis pandas....DOMO ARIGATO mr roboto...jajaja no en serio, gracias por enseñarme a disfrutar al maximo cada sonrisa, suspiro, llanto, abrazo, beso...a crecer cada dia un poco mas...se que el hubiera no existe y vale mas una acción que mil palabras...y pues manos a la obraaaaaaaaa!!! saben?? los ADORO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...weno weno basta d cursilerias, quisiera compartir con uds algo q me escribio mi hermanito santiago hace tiempo, me ENCANTO...karnalito eres una persona maravillosa, uno de mis ejemplos a seguir y un hombre admirable...sabes que juntos podemos lograr todo lo que nos propongamos, te quiero muchoooooooo!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI HERMANA Y LA BATA BLANCA&lt;br /&gt;El día que te graduaste de la carrera de medicina,&lt;br /&gt;No pude estar ahí, pero sin duda fue una de mis mayores alegrías,&lt;br /&gt;El solo imaginar hasta donde en estos momentos de la vida habías llegado,&lt;br /&gt;El solo saber que después de tanto estudiar y no dormir, lo habías logrado,&lt;br /&gt;Ese día para mí no fue sorpresa,&lt;br /&gt;Pues yo sé bien de tu compromiso y tu fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos momentos, no hemos pasado a lo largo de nuestra vida,&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas tristezas, angustias, enojos pero mucho más alegrías,&lt;br /&gt;Tú siempre eres, fuiste y siempre serás una de las personas más importantes en mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre sin duda fuiste, mi hermana, mi cómplice y mi mejor amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Tú me conoces de pi a pa, sin dudarlo ni un solo instante,&lt;br /&gt;Tú me has visto reír, llorar, caer y también levantarme,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estuviste ahí, cuando yo más te necesitaba,&lt;br /&gt;Igual yo siempre trate de estarlo, para cuando tú me necesitaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que tú yo también te he visto alegre triste y hasta cuando te levantas en las mañanas,&lt;br /&gt;Y no importe como te vea siempre, siempre serás mi hermana adorada,&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas anécdotas no hemos generado de tantas experiencias,&lt;br /&gt;!Y las que nos faltan por vivir¡, para a nuestro diario acumularlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cabe duda que vivir y crecer al lado de una persona como tú es un privilegio y una dicha,&lt;br /&gt;Es tener uno de los tesoros más cotizados, de nuestra gran lista,&lt;br /&gt;Esa lista de todo lo que queremos en nuestra vida,&lt;br /&gt;Esa que escribimos, borramos y tachamos cada momento cada día,&lt;br /&gt;Eres una mujer increíble que nació,&lt;br /&gt;Para hacer dichosa a ella misma y a la gente que rodea,&lt;br /&gt;Eres una mujer que sabe y que no fanfarronea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres una mujer que siempre mira de frente,&lt;br /&gt;Que siempre lucha para conseguir lo que quiere,&lt;br /&gt;La diferencia está en que ella llega a donde quiera, pero no llega sola,&lt;br /&gt;Trae con sigo a mucha gente, que sin duda la protege, la apoya y la adora,&lt;br /&gt;No cabe duda que escogiste un gran camino y una gran carrera,&lt;br /&gt;Que es capaz de romper prejuicios y quitar barreras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo recuerdo bien que la bata blanca siempre la portabas,&lt;br /&gt;Desde que yo te conocía y a todos siempre escuchabas&lt;br /&gt;A todos protegías y a todos valorabas,&lt;br /&gt;La bata blanca siempre estuvo presente en todos los momentos que has vivido,&lt;br /&gt;Protegiéndote de todos los males y desventuras, a cambio de lo que tú a los demás les habías ofrecido,&lt;br /&gt;Una fiel amistad y  un cariño incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer sencilla, divertida e inteligente de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tengo el orgullo de decir que eres una gran hermana y un excelente ejemplo a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy convencido de que siempre correcta y eficazmente tu profesión vas cumplir,&lt;br /&gt;La bata blanca, más allá que una intención al ser materializado,&lt;br /&gt;Es el símbolo del compromiso  por el bien social y el amor a su profesión, que el corazón te ha dictado,&lt;br /&gt;La bata blanca es la bandera que une a todo el mundo, &lt;br /&gt;Bajo el unisonó de una voz de progreso, equidad y que rompe, la ignorancia y prepotencia hechos muro,&lt;br /&gt;La bata blanca también se lleva en la consciencia, pues en el momento en que esta se corrompa el corazón la desdeña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermana de mi alma, gracias y felicidades por escoger esta profesión,&lt;br /&gt;Esta que es tan noble y que es toda una bendición,&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por portar la bata blanca con dignidad y devoción,&lt;br /&gt;No importa cuál es la rama que estudies, lo importante es que aportaras una solución,&lt;br /&gt;A tan grandes males de la humanidad y de nuestra nación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este poema es para mi hermana, que como otros descubrieron su vocación,&lt;br /&gt;Que respondieron al mensaje de la bata blanca, que les dicto su corazón,&lt;br /&gt;A ella que es tan comprometida, humanistas y apasionada,&lt;br /&gt;Aquella que puede estudiar con la cabeza pero también con el alma,&lt;br /&gt;A mi hermanita que sin duda una gran doctora será,&lt;br /&gt;A mi hermana, a quien yo admiro mucho y me llena de felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;A mi hermana que trae la bata blanca y que la porta con orgullo y dignidad,&lt;br /&gt;A mi hermana a quien yo amo y sin duda siempre la voy a cuidar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-8178056284764423775?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/8178056284764423775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=8178056284764423775' title='0 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MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-217957239374146239</id><published>2009-02-01T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:40:43.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school...</title><content type='html'>...asi es, los ultimos meses he sentido como si hubiese vuelto a la escuela, bueno a la prepa mas bien...no me refiero nadamas al hecho d salir cada fin d semana con la banda o echar relajo mas seguido, si no el sentirme tranquila...claro he tenido problemillas pero hace mucho tiempo q no estaba toda una tarde/noche con mis amigos sin miles d preocupaciones...no es q ahorita sean nulas, claro q las tengo y probablemente conforme pasa el tiempo son mas intensas pero me siento bien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uhm estaba platicando con mi pequeño cefalopodo y ya tiene muchisimo tmpo q conozco a la mayoria d los texcocanos ja...6, 8, 10 años?? algunos incluso un poco mas...desde aquellas primeras veces q salia a jugar a las escondidillas o mis compañeritos d primaria c/los q jugaba a papa chucho &amp;amp; mama chucha lol...igual hay a kienes conocia desde hace un rato pero no tiene mucho q empeze a tratar, d todo un poco...con la mayoria he pasado cosas muy padres, hemos crecido juntos, incontables aventuras y un chorro d anecdotas q cada q las recordamos alguien recuerda algo nuevo y las risas no paran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...quizas no se hayan dado cuenta pero muchos m han apoyado bastante a su modo en etapas dificiles, incluso sin saberlo, como ahora...en esta ocasion solo escribo para darles las gracias x ese apoyo y cariño...gracias a uds poco a poco me he sentido mucho mejor...muy pocos saben como me siento en realidad, quizas solo 2 o 3, pero si el insomnio ha ido disminuyendo es en gran parte a uds...por diversas circunstancias probablemente algunos nos habiamos distanciado un poco, pero me da gusto q nos sigamos frecuentando...espero q eso no cambie al pasar d los años...en vdd me hacen sonreir y regresar al df con actitud hehe...los quiero mucho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-217957239374146239?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/217957239374146239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=217957239374146239' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/217957239374146239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/217957239374146239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-school.html' title='back to school...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-109532285572108648</id><published>2009-01-30T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:20:02.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>...pocas veces he despertado asi...exhausta, melancolica, feliz y triste...no recuerdo exactamente q soñe esta vez, solo se q fueron varias cosas q m hicieron n vdd sentir taciturna, rara, no c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bueno la vdd es q quizas si recuerde algunas cuantas y a ciertas personas pero a ratos...uhm revivi momentos pasados/recientes...tmbn vi cosas q aun no han pasado, q quizas nunca sucedan pero me gustaria q acontecieran...volvi a ver esa sonrisa y aquellos ojos con chispa inigualable q x alguna u otra razon ya no he vuelto a ver...tmbn te vi a ti, lleno d vida y extremadamente débil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...desperte en multiples ocasiones pero inmediatamente me volvia a quedar dormida, todas las veces q desperte fue en una manera abrupta, todas exceptuando una...era como tratar d seguir una historia cuyos capitulos no se entrelazaban entre si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...lo raro fue q me di cuenta q tu no apareciste en mi sueño, y al recapitular hace mucho q no apareces en ellos...me dio gusto hasta cierto punto, creo q es bueno...o no c, ya no c...ahora la persona que aparece eres tu, incluso al principio eres alguien mas y terminas siendo tu otra vez, bastante bizarro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uhm quisiera saber el significado d estos sueños...d algunos si lo c, te extraño y me duele tu partida, siempre sera asi...d otros quizas lo sepa pero la vdd es q no me kiero dar cuenta d ello...d otros si no tengo la menor idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-109532285572108648?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/109532285572108648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=109532285572108648' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/109532285572108648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/109532285572108648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-3972510235206521882</id><published>2009-01-28T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:30:25.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...what if?</title><content type='html'>what if i wanted to tell u something?&lt;br /&gt;what if i did something i regret?&lt;br /&gt;what if i miss u?&lt;br /&gt;what if i wanted to hug u all night long?&lt;br /&gt;what if a smile changed everything?&lt;br /&gt;what if i couldn't forget those words u said?&lt;br /&gt;what if i'm afraid of getting close?&lt;br /&gt;what if i asked u out?&lt;br /&gt;what if i denied something i really wanted?&lt;br /&gt;what if it still hurts?&lt;br /&gt;what if u made my heartbeat pound faster?&lt;br /&gt;what if i'm really sorry?&lt;br /&gt;what if i had so much to say but i didn't know how?&lt;br /&gt;what if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uhm well i know i could go on and on but the thing is not to do the "what if" thinking...the thing is to make it real, the thing is to make them happen...idk i've done alot of thinking lately regarding this...u know, taking risks...i think most of the time chances only cross our paths one time...if u dont take them, well they are going to pass by and u may never know what it could've been...maybe u sometimes avoid them and let them go because of your fears and most of the time because u don't have the enough strenght to try it...sure this is much easier said than done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-3972510235206521882?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/3972510235206521882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=3972510235206521882' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/3972510235206521882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/3972510235206521882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-if.html' title='...what if?'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-3999702061319222972</id><published>2009-01-18T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:18:30.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappear</title><content type='html'>...why? tell me the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;try, still i don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...blue sky, i'll meet you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...free them, free the memories of you&lt;br /&gt;free me, and rest 'til i'm with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a day like today, my whole world has been changed&lt;br /&gt;nothing you say will help ease my pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...give chase, to find more than I have found and face,&lt;br /&gt;this time now on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i feel you here and it keeps me sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm moving on i'll never forget as you lay there and watched me accepting the end...&lt;br /&gt;...i knew you were scared, you were strong i was trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave you my hand, i said it's okay letting go time to leave here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and we'll carry on the best that we can without you here beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him come take you home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-3999702061319222972?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/3999702061319222972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=3999702061319222972' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/3999702061319222972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/3999702061319222972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/01/disappear.html' title='disappear'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-5340629124402042965</id><published>2009-01-14T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:08:33.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nodame cantabile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...love?? well there's so much to talk about it...an amazing feeling of course but it can be really painfull at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he estado enamorada un par d veces, cada una fue diferente pero ambas fueron geniales...conforme pasa el tiempo me doy cuenta d lo mucho q aprendi d ellos y d lo dificil q es el amor...no me arrepiento d nada y aunque si tuvieron gran influencia  en mi vida no he crecido solo por lo q vivi con ellos, la mayor parte recae en mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ultimamente me han decepcionado mucho...mi mejor amigo dice q el problema es q espero mucho mas d las personas y q no deberia hacer eso...no se quizas tiene razon...lo q pasa es q las cosas son diferentes...ahora se lo q quiero, mis aspiraciones y metas han cambiado...tmb me fijo en detalles q antes eran poco trascendentes o no habia notado, pero me he dado cuenta q si lo son, y mucho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...el involucrarse con alguien sentimentalmente siempre es un arma d dos filos...aun asi, prefiero entregarme al 100%...claro hay mucho mas riesgo d salir lastimada pero he aprendido a vencer ese miedo, trato d expresar todos mis sentimientos y no quedarme con el "hubiera"...no puedes saber el rumbo q tomaran las cosas y aunque si duele mucho me siento mejor al saber q lo intente y q no quedo en mi...bien dicen q el q no arriesga no gana...claro no por eso los resultados van a ser los mejores, en mi experiencia la mayoria d las veces no lo han sido pero algo positivo resultara d todo esto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...life is no more assuring than&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-5340629124402042965?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/5340629124402042965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=5340629124402042965' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/5340629124402042965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/5340629124402042965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2009/01/nodame-cantabile.html' title='nodame cantabile...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-8120479029178625375</id><published>2008-12-11T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:08:07.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my life...</title><content type='html'>...glad, happy, delighted, joyful, overjoyed, cheerful, pleased, contented, grateful, jubilant, ecstatic, euphoric, heart-warming...&lt;br /&gt;...comical, entertaining, amusing, interesting, humorous, hilarious, ridiculous, witty...&lt;br /&gt;..broken-hearted, grieving, unfortunate, sorry, unsetting, distresing, dispiriting, pitiful, grievous, tragic, disastrous, calamitous, pessimistic, hopeless, regrettable, disappointing...&lt;br /&gt;...fun, enjoyable, amusing, entertaining, relaxing, pleasant, likeable...&lt;br /&gt;...deplorable, regrettable, pathetic, shameful, disgraceful, gloomy, melancholic, dismal, tenebrous, sombre, dreary, discouraged, dejected, dispondent, down...&lt;br /&gt;...insignificant, small, worthless, trifling, unimportant, shallow, superficial, trivial, petty, foolish, empty, frivolous...&lt;br /&gt;...nice, fantastic, wonderful, marvelous, amazing, sensational, brilliant, ace, magic...&lt;br /&gt;...angry, mad, offended, displeased, vexed, incensed, exasperated, piqued, outraged, insulted, ruffled, disgruntled, irritated, upset, affronted, hurt, wounded...&lt;br /&gt;...nervous, impatient, edgy, bothered, irritated, annoyed, bothered, disturbed, exasperate, pester, peeve, nettle, irk...&lt;br /&gt;...sad, sorrowful, depressed, blue, unhappy, miserable, gloomy, melancholic, mournful, downcast, dejected, despondant, disconsolate, woeful, doleful, forlorn, wretched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...music expresses that which cannot be said and what is impossible to keep silent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-8120479029178625375?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/8120479029178625375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=8120479029178625375' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/8120479029178625375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/8120479029178625375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-my-life.html' title='in my life...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-4006451637768506982</id><published>2008-12-04T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:23:07.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>demian...</title><content type='html'>...iba d salida hacia mi clinica cuando vi un libro en mi tocador, tenia ganas d volver a leerlo desde hace unas cuantas semanas pero x alguna razon no lo habia hecho...me regrese y lo guarde en la bata...hace mucho q no empezaba el dia escuchando musica clasica...llegue un poco tarde a la clinica y como x lo general no hago nada hasta las 9 y cacho empeze a leerlo...estaba terminando el 2ndo capitulo cuando el sr director nos pidio q vieramos un par d pacientes...ah doña rufina! espero q regrese la proxima semana, me preocupa...aparte d ser maltratada en casa su hipertensión no esta descontrolada, si no lo q le sigue...mientras sucedia el ya tradicional round: jefa d enfermeras aka pebbles vs jackie chan + pasantes decidi continuar la lectura...despues dl habitual drama protagonizado x la republica hermana d enfermeria nos mandaron a campo...como ya habia terminado mis encuestas me dedique a hablar x telefono e intentar saciar mi antojo d duvalin el cual resulto un rotundo fracaso...total, regresamos a la clinica y en lo q llegaba la tan esperada hora d irme a casa continue leyendo...no habia tanto trafico, stravinsky acariciaba mis oidos y sin darme cuenta me acababa d estacionar...fue cuando cai en cuenta d mi aislamiento...toda la mañana habia estado actuando x inercia, como si fuese una marioneta...no c exactamente q fue pero cuando llegue a casa la calida imagen d mi tia paseando a la laikita me habia hecho reaccionar, regrese...estaba terminando d leer el ultimo capitulo dl libro en ese momento...fue extremadamente raro y jamas me habia pasado, estaba perfectamente consciente d la musica y d lo q leia pero todo lo demas fue casi ajeno a mi...d hecho el plasmarlo ahorita es como si estuviese relatando la vida d alguien mas, bastante bizarro...me sumergi en diversos pensamientos, ideas y recuerdos como nunca...he descubierto, reflexionado y analizado muchisimas cosas esta mañana...la mayoria d ellas nisiquiera habian cruzado x mi mente, d hecho no he terminado d comprenderlas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-4006451637768506982?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/4006451637768506982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=4006451637768506982' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/4006451637768506982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/4006451637768506982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/12/demian.html' title='demian...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-714579370256580579</id><published>2008-11-04T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:42:37.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death is the first dance, eternal...</title><content type='html'>...i've been so surrounded of death lately i just sometimes don't know how i feel about it...alot of people around me have passed away recently...death wasn't a word in my vocabulary when i was a child, i remember when my great-grandma passed away but i don't know maybe i wasn't that old enough...ii felt sadness and grief, but not this way...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...i can remember with great details when my grandpa passed away...i was at home with my brother &amp;amp; cousins watching some old family videos when my father called...my best friend dropped by and spent the night with us...everybody was crying and i tried to pull myself together, i'm the older one and mostly, i was really worried about everyone else...my brother, cousin, mom and aunts...i knew that day was approaching but i hoped it'll never come...when i first saw his bed empty i couldn't believe he was gone...i lived with him during med-school and it was so difficult...not hearing him ask how was my day, if i had dinner already or enough blankets for the night...his jokes and timely comments, all those horse drawings he made for us and his singing...when i was little he used to called me his little bird, the last few years he said he was so proud i turned into an eagle...i loved when he asked for my brother referring to him as the general...amazingly i still feel him hugging me at night sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...6 months ago...i was getting ready for bed and a friend called me...from the moment the phone rang i felt something odd...i picked up and he immediately asked if i was ok, i got concerned, why would he ask that? he thought i knew, he was worried about me...then he told me our friend had passed away...i was shocked...denial, numbness, disbelief...a couple of minutes ago i received a text message that confirmed everything...i broke into tears and couldn't put myself together...weird, just a week before that night i wrote him a note expressing my feelings and thoughts, like saying goodbye...sometimes after finishing our duties on call we used to go outside, talk and smoke for a while...the last day i saw him, well it was the last day i was going to be in that service and it was his last day too because he was off to vacations...before leaving, he gave me a kiss and slipped a box of cigarretes into my pocket...i was pretty busy and didn't pay much attention to it, my first thought was "uhm it's empty, is this garbage??" lol...but it wasn't, he kept the last cigar and gave it to me...i still have it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a couple of months ago i received rare messages from a friend's msn....someone was asking: who are you? how do know the owner of this msn? were you close to him?...i thought someone was in my friend's account making a bad joke or something...i started asking who this person was and what was he or she doing in my friend's msn...apparently it was my friend's niece trying to contact his friends because he had just passed away...i didn't believe it and started phoning all of my friends...incredulous, sceptic, i wished so hard it wasn't true...unfortunately, it was real...why?? not again!!..i went to dream theater's concert in april with him, saw him a couple of weeks before, had a great time and we were gathering with the gang shortly...i couldn't cry easily or assimilate it...i had to wake up from this nightmare...he used to make this amazing sand cups with metal logos and gave me one as a present for my birthday, i conserve it with a lot of affection...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...as i said before, i just don't know what to think, feel about death or how to deal with it...i'm still not over it...i know there's something i have to learn but i'm too confused and disturbed, i don't know...my grandpa is so weak and i've seen him suffer so much lately...just let me catch my breathe...i know i have to overcome my fears, let go, get a different perspective, accept things...i just don't know how to do it...i feel scared, concerned, impotent, desperate, lonely...mmm...i'll just wait for sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-714579370256580579?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/714579370256580579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=714579370256580579' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/714579370256580579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/714579370256580579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-is-first-dance-eternal.html' title='death is the first dance, eternal...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-3050811297647811357</id><published>2008-10-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:56:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23/10/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...cuando entramos a la carrera nos llevaron a un viajecito chistoso d "integración"...estuvo cotorro...bueno ese dia nos pidieron q escribieramos una carta para cuando nos graduaramos...recuerdo q fue extraño escribirme a mi misma pero al igual q todos termine haciendolo...la vdd es q paso el tiempo y olvide esa carta...ahora la tengo en mis manos y la vdd es q no pude evitar derramar unas cuantas lagrimas al leerla despues d 5 años...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...ser medico es algo en verdad fenomenal...claro q el camino no fue nada facil, es una mezcla bizarra entre risas, fiestas y numerosos sacrificios...desvelos, lagrimas, momentos d desesperacion e incluso soledad...it's a long winding road...es fundamental el apoyo d tus seres queridos y afortunadamente yo lo tuve...dedico con mucho amor este sueño convertido en realidad a todas esas personitas q estuvieron a mi lado durante la carrera, q me apoyaron y me soportaron en mis episodios d neurosis por los examenes y por las pocas horas d sueño haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a mis papas: por otorgarme los mejores regalos...la vida y a mi tesoro mas grande, mi hermanito...por todo el amor q siempre me han dado...no puedo describir con palabras lo agradecida y feliz q soy, no hay seres mas maravillosos en este mundo, son mi orgullo y ejemplo a seguir...los amo con todo mi corazon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a mi chiquito: la unica persona por la q daria mi vida entera sin pensarlo...los mejores momentos d mi vida los he pasado a tu lado, te adoro...perdoname si en algun momento t descuide, no era mi intencion...ahora q estas en formacion pequeño galeno veras a lo q me refiero...estoy muy orgullosa d ti...te quiero mas q a nada y a nadie, siempre estaremos juntos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a mis abuelitos: sublimes pilares d ambas familias...los admiro infinitamente...valentia, ternura, sabiduria, calidez...sorpresas interminables y momentos magicos...no puedo expresar el amor q les tengo y lo dichosa q me siento d ser su nieta...angelito mio, siempre quisiste verme como doctora, me hubiese encantado tenerte junto a mi...gracias por cuidarme siempre abuelito, no sabes cuanto te extraña tu pajarito...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a mis ti@s: quisiera agradecerles uno x uno pero no acabaria hehe...he sido colmada con muchas bendiciones pero una d las mas grandes es tenerlos en mi vida...me han cuidado y consentido en extremo, los amo! gracias por creer en mi y por apoyarme siempre...por enseñarme a luchar por mis sueños y por brindarme su amor incondicional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a mis prim@s: hemos crecido juntos adorados monstruos jiji....son extraordinarios! me ha fascinado verlos crecer...nunca olvidare sus incontables travesuras...cuando jugabamos a la escuelita, a las escondidillas....o aquel famoso clavado a la fosa d los changos en africam safari vdd javi?? haha...nos faltan muchas aventuras por vivir y caminos por recorrer...son estrellas q brillaran siempre en mi cielo, les prometo q siempre tendran a su prima liz cuidandolos...los quiero pequeños!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a todos mis amig@s: armandito, emmanuel, any, chu, guera, san, che, pollo, viveros, brujitas, oax, rod, benjas, ari, yur, myr, jc, moore, paco, ale...haha no acabaria d mencionarlos, afortunadamente la lista es enorme y sigue creciendo...ustedes saben quienes son y lo q significan para mi...sin ustedes esta aventura no hubiese sido la misma, gracias por haber sido parte d ella y seguir a mi lado...envejeceremos juntos...i love u all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and last but not least, a miguel angel: una d las personas mas importantes d mi vida...siempre tendras un lugar muy especial en mi corazon...junto con mi familia, fuiste tu quien mas vivio d cerca este sueño...se q no fue nada facil para ti...gracias por apoyarme y estar siempre a mi lado...sabes lo q significas para mi, no necesito decirtelo...sobran las palabras...t quiero soto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dra Mendoza: Felicidades!! ...Disfruta todo lo q has logrado, vive la vida intensamente, sé feliz y agradecele a Dios por todas las bendiciones con las q te ha colmado..." 25/07/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-3050811297647811357?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/3050811297647811357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=3050811297647811357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/3050811297647811357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/3050811297647811357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/10/23102008.html' title='23/10/2008'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-2750299249742687259</id><published>2008-10-02T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:24:37.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>air bubbles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...love, the weak of heart who cannot escape it's spell err repeatedly...always have, always will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nothing lasts forever...people meet, and people invariably part...short-lived air bubbles that surface in the river called time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...the power to free oneself from emotional captivity exists within one's hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...people meet, and people part...encounters may be elusive as an air bubble on a river's surface...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...i don't care...i'm going to enjoy it while it lasts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;love will find a way? hey you got to hide your love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;there was love all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ut i never heard it singing till there was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i say high, you say low. you say why and i say i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oh! darling, please believe me i'll never do you no harm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;your lips are moving, i cannot hear. the words aren't clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you'll never know how much i really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you' II never know how much i really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;if I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pools of sorrow waves of joy drifting through my open mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...there's nothing you can do that can't be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nothing you can sing that can't be sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nothing you can make that can't be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...no one you can save that can't be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nothing you can know that isn't known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nothing you can see that isn't shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be, it's easy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...all you need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-2750299249742687259?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/2750299249742687259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=2750299249742687259' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/2750299249742687259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/2750299249742687259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/10/air-bubbles.html' title='air bubbles...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-1385730862140637326</id><published>2008-09-24T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:06:42.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dralion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...encontre un estuche d cd's q estaba arrumbado x ahi en una caja q iba a tirar mi papa...ya ni me acordaba q algunos existian jaja...empiezo a escucharlos y me pierdo d nuevo en la musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...solo q esta vez es diferente...repaso todo lo q ha pasado en estos ultimos años...vaya q he cambiado muchisimo...he crecido y las heridas que llevaban tiempo expuestas ya no lo estan...percibo todo de otra manera, el recordarlo ya no es dolor y lagrimas...predomina la felicidad, es raro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...todas estas melodias me recuerdan muchisimas cosas y a ciertas personitas que por alguna u otra razon ya no forman parte de mi vida...cada una d ellas ha dejado algo en mi...sin duda hay quienes lo han hecho en mayor magnitud y de una manera mucho mas especial...dicen q llega un momento n tu vida en el q te das cuenta quien importa, quien nunca importó, quien ya no importará y quien importará para siempre...yo creo q lo anterior va sucediendo dia a dia y el chiste es saber identificar a estas personas, aprender lo mejor d cada una d ellas y reconocer q el nivel de importancia que tienen es directamente proporcional a la influencia que tienen en nuestras vidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...todo esto me hace reflexionar bastante...si, ya no soy la misma de antes pero aun me falta mucho camino por recorrer...quiero seguir creciendo...necesito analizar mi presente y mi futuro...fijarme nuevas metas y luchar por ellas...hasta ahorita he logrado todas las que me he propuesto pero se que aun hay mas, mucho mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-1385730862140637326?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/1385730862140637326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=1385730862140637326' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/1385730862140637326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/1385730862140637326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/09/dralion.html' title='dralion...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. MD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903133490243285016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hnR6EDLEv0/SNNhDTcBAlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2gwCWCL9JKI/S220/death.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915350019356637617.post-8458212061678674325</id><published>2008-09-18T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:44:16.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enfim...é a vida...</title><content type='html'>...mi lenguaje se basa en la musica, una mirada y lo que expreso entre lineas...no manifiesto facilmente mis sentimientos de otro modo pero ultimamente me han dado ganas de plasmarlo con palabras...bastante extraño en mi por cierto y pocas personas lo entienden...hmm...nao anda muito bem? nem eu sei...sim estou bem...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...estos ultimos 2 años y medio han sido cruciales en mi vida...demasiados cambios...alegrias, tristezas, triunfos, en fin...a little too much...han sucedido tantas cosas que podria escribir toda la noche analizando cada una de ellas, uff tardaria mucho!! no todas han sucedido una tras otra pero si en corto tiempo y de maneras muy bizarras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmm...la verdad es que ahora veo todo desde otro punto de vista...aprecio mas las cosas que antes parecian minimas...he aprendido a exprimir todas las situaciones que se me presentan, principalmente las mas dificiles...indudablemente lo que mas me ha ayudado a crecer son mis tropiezos y me he cultivado bastante de los errores de los demas...claro, de la misma manera y no en menor medida he aprendido de todo lo bueno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok me acabo de perder en la musica...me pasa muy seguido incluso estando acompañada haha mis brujitas lo saben...i even forgot i was writing here...bueno seguire divagando y platicando con mi gente por msn mejor haha...maybe i'll write another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans"             - the beatles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915350019356637617-8458212061678674325?l=liz-varda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/feeds/8458212061678674325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915350019356637617&amp;postID=8458212061678674325' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/8458212061678674325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915350019356637617/posts/default/8458212061678674325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liz-varda.blogspot.com/2008/09/enfim-vida.html' title='enfim...é a vida...'/><author><name>.vårÐå. 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