<?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-33659267</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:44.215-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que se me va</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-116464965904028795</id><published>2006-11-27T16:42:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:47:39.050-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Moine</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DO3JHdVGjL8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/2006/11/super-moine.html' title='Super Moine'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-115863484559208399</id><published>2006-09-19T01:14:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:00:45.660-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissor Sisters: I Don't Feel Like Dancin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Wake up in the morning with a head like 'what you done?'&lt;br /&gt;This used to be the life but I don't need another one&lt;br /&gt;You like cutting up and carrying on, you wear them gowns&lt;br /&gt;So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll play along when I hear that special song&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona be the one who gets it right&lt;br /&gt;You'd better know when you're swinging 'round the room&lt;br /&gt;Looks like magic's solely yours tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin', no Sir, no dancin' today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you pick a tune when I'm not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with the one in the bed than down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities come and cities go, just like the old empires&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile&lt;br /&gt;You got so many colors make a blind man so confused&lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I keep up when you're the only thing I'd lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just pretend that I know which way to bend&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell the whole world that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Just please understand, when I see you clap your hands&lt;br /&gt;If you stick around I'm sure that I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin', no Sir, no dancin' today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you pick a tune when I'm not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with the one in the bed than down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't make me dance around but&lt;br /&gt;Your two-step makes my chest pound&lt;br /&gt;Just lay me down&lt;br /&gt;As you float away into the shimer light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin' when the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin', no Sir, no dancin' today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you pick a tune when I'm not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with the one in the bed than down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you pick a tune when I'm not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with the one in the bed than down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33659267-115863484559208399?l=quesemeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115863484559208399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33659267&amp;postID=115863484559208399' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115863484559208399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115863484559208399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/scissor-sisters-i-dont-feel-like.html' title='Scissor Sisters: I Don&apos;t Feel Like Dancin&apos;'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-115863194430343595</id><published>2006-09-19T00:48:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:12:24.456-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissor Sisters: Ta-Dah!</title><content type='html'>Bueno. Pues ya ha salido el nuevo CD del grupo más inclasificable de los últimos tiempos... y ya está en mis manos la edición limitada con dos discos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disco 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Don't Fel Like Dancin'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's My Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Can't Decide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Land Of A Thousand Words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intermission&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss You Off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ooh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Othe Side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Might Tell You Tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody Wants The Same Thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disco 2 (Bonus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contact High (Demo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost Sorry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transistor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making Ladies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Don't Feel Like Dancin' (Paper Faces Remix)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo primero que debo notar, es que las letras publicadas en mi anterior post &lt;a href="http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/scissor-sisters-sin-ganas-de-bailar.html"&gt;Scissor Sisters - Sin Ganas De Bailar?&lt;/a&gt;, no son corectas. Las correctas las incluyo en mi siguiente post.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33659267-115863194430343595?l=quesemeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115863194430343595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33659267&amp;postID=115863194430343595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115863194430343595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115863194430343595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/scissor-sisters-ta-dah.html' title='Scissor Sisters: Ta-Dah!'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-115755814328772129</id><published>2006-09-06T14:45:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T14:55:43.430-01:00</updated><title type='text'>De perdidos... al río</title><content type='html'>Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9GUpM3l2so" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters - Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qxg_GwvP_AA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters - Take Your Mama Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IqPFfUPptg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters - Return To Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NaTGNIsEXGY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters - Filthy/Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8pPEN2iZtY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filthy Gorgeous (Extended 12" Mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scissor Sisters: "Filthy/Gorgeous" + Lipps Inc.: "Funkytown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wtev88a44l4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33659267-115755814328772129?l=quesemeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115755814328772129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33659267&amp;postID=115755814328772129' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115755814328772129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115755814328772129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/de-perdidos-al-ro.html' title='De perdidos... al río'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-115746846795583183</id><published>2006-09-05T13:34:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:01:19.466-01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissor Sisters... ¿sin ganas de bailar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;En directa contradicción de mi &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; de hace cuatro días, me veo obligado a insertar un vídeo del YouTube:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jAD8IaNabYE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Y, todo sea dicho, reconozco que me gustan. Pese a lo que haya podido decir o pensar en otras ocasiones. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scissorsisters.com" target="new"&gt;Scissor Sisters&lt;/a&gt; rule!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Y para l@s amantes del &lt;em&gt;karaoke&lt;/em&gt;, he aquí la letra de la pegadiza canción:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scissor Sisters - I Don't Feel Like Dancin'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya done?’&lt;br /&gt;This used to be the life but I don’t need another one.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck cuttin’ nothin’, carrying on, you wear them gowns.&lt;br /&gt;So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I play along when I hear that favourite song&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna be the one who gets it right.&lt;br /&gt;You better know when you’re swingin’ round the room&lt;br /&gt;Look’s like magic’s solely yours tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;br /&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;br /&gt;But my two feet can’t find a way&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I could muster up&lt;br /&gt;a little soft, shoop devil sway&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;br /&gt;No sir, no dancin’ today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Even if i find nothin' better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities come and cities go just like the old empires&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile.&lt;br /&gt;You got so many colours make a blind man so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend&lt;br /&gt;And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just please understand, when I see you clap your hands&lt;br /&gt;If you stick around I’m sure that I’ll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;br /&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;br /&gt;But my two feet can’t find a way&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I could muster up&lt;br /&gt;a little soft, shoop devil sway&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;br /&gt;No sir, no dancin’ today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothin' better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t make me dance around&lt;br /&gt;But your two-step makes my chest pound.&lt;br /&gt;Just lay me down as you blow it away into the shimmer light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;br /&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;br /&gt;But my two feet can’t find a way&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that I could muster up&lt;br /&gt;a little soft, shoop devil sway&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t feel like dancin’&lt;br /&gt;No sir, no dancin’ today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothin' better to do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel like dancin’, dancin’&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with no one when I can't get down with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33659267-115746846795583183?l=quesemeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-115714977880792765</id><published>2006-09-01T21:16:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:29:38.846-01:00</updated><title type='text'>De este agua no beberé...</title><content type='html'>De un tiempo a esta parte, veo una creciente tendencia a incluír, en blogs de todo tipo, vídeos publicados en el conocido &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada en contra, pero empiezo a pensar que la gente crea un blog sólo para incluír este tipo de material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En definitiva, y pese al conocido refrán, voy a intentar mantener éste blog libre de YouTubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero claro, ni "De este agua no beberé", ni "Este cura no es mi padre", ni "Esta polla no me entra"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chi lo sa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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beberé...'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33659267.post-115705029916022112</id><published>2006-08-31T17:43:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:51:39.170-01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡¡¡Que se me va la olla!!!</title><content type='html'>Bueeeeeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy en casa. MI casa, por fin. Tras una semana en Burgos, viendo a la familia, estoy de vuelta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi casa, y &lt;strong&gt;con fiebre&lt;/strong&gt;. Creo que debo haber estado incubando un principio de gripe durante los días pasados, pero lo único que notaba era algo de ronquera. Nada nuevo. Eso sí, hoy he estado con un mínimo de 37,5°C, y las rodillas doloridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pos ná&lt;/em&gt;, que no hay como activarse para que ese nuestro cuerpo pase de fiebres. Me he ido a hacer la compra con 37.8°C y he vuelto con 37,5°C. En veinticinco minutos. De aquí, pongo un estudio de medicina alternativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin. Que se me va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludínx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33659267-115705029916022112?l=quesemeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115705029916022112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33659267&amp;postID=115705029916022112' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115705029916022112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33659267/posts/default/115705029916022112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesemeva.blogspot.com/2006/08/que-se-me-va-la-olla.html' title='¡¡¡Que se me va la olla!!!'/><author><name>Djabliyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03327785551356926846</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
