<?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-30945261</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:21:23.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mata Tiempos</title><subtitle type='html'>Me... Yo... existo...soy...alguien que le teme a todo, pero se atreve a mucho, por que hay que perderle a las cosas, alguien que se atreve a lo imposible para pobrar que si se puede, alguien que puede ser optimista hasta en los peores momentos, por que lo ultimo que se pierde es la esperanza, alguien que suena demasiado, para poder vivir lo inimaginable, alguien que piensa demasiado pero expresa poco... simplemente alguien tan especial como lo somos todos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matatiempos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matatiempos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nemrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01752749608350463213</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30945261.post-115258696568678115</id><published>2006-07-10T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:02:45.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tenemos identidad o simplemente somos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1939/3326/1600/BXP51933.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1939/3326/320/BXP51933.0.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i-den-ti-dad... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;odo aqu&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;llo que hace &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;ue cada individ&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;o sea uno m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;smo y no otro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[" Se d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;spliega en el tiempo, se fo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ja en el pasad&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;, desde l&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; concepción &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;onde se hayan sus raíces, per&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;raspasa el p&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;esente existencial, se pr&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;yecta al futuro. Se cre&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; con el tie&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;po, es cambi&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nte."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945261-115258696568678115?l=matatiempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matatiempos.blogspot.com/feeds/115258696568678115/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945261&amp;postID=115258696568678115' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945261/posts/default/115258696568678115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945261/posts/default/115258696568678115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matatiempos.blogspot.com/2006/07/tenemos-identidad-o-simplemente-somos.html' title='tenemos identidad o simplemente somos?'/><author><name>Nemrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01752749608350463213</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-30945261.post-115258355828147809</id><published>2006-07-10T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:08:01.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1939/3326/1600/BXP51933.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dentro del aburrimiento que me invade se me ocurre la idea de crear un blog... si! yo sobre todo... ja! quien lo diria... pero que escribir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1939/3326/1600/ist2_546072_all_cracked_up_vector.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1939/3326/1600/ist2_546072_all_cracked_up_vector.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1939/3326/200/ist2_546072_all_cracked_up_vector.0.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[... me pregunto... como funcionan los huevos? osea en serio... un feto respira a traves de su madre si no me equivoco, es decir, la sangre con oxigeno entra a traves del cordon umbilical, o no? entonces como es que funcionan los huevos? respira el animalito que habita ahi adentro? no comprendo!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945261-115258355828147809?l=matatiempos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matatiempos.blogspot.com/feeds/115258355828147809/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945261&amp;postID=115258355828147809' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945261/posts/default/115258355828147809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945261/posts/default/115258355828147809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matatiempos.blogspot.com/2006/07/intro.html' title='Intro?'/><author><name>Nemrac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01752749608350463213</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></feed>
