<?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-441008430773504543</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:19:35.590-03:00</updated><category term='Pop'/><category term='Español'/><category term='English'/><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; HypnoMusicTaste</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441008430773504543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syb.!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983302022707729338</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441008430773504543.post-893290962531151026</id><published>2009-04-10T01:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:17:35.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Español'/><title type='text'>Estás En Mí</title><content type='html'>Yo quisiera saber el color real del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera saber el motivo del deshielo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera saber porque el mundo gira alrededor del sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera creer en el viejito pascuero,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera creer que el viejo muere primero,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera creer en que el mundo no va camino al sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque el mundo gira y no se detiene,&lt;br /&gt;la luna y el sol estan en un "van y viene"&lt;br /&gt;Y yo ya no puedo dejar de pensar en ti... que puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para que te fijes en mi, para yo verte sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;para decirte a pesar de la distancia que estás en mi... que estás en mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera mentir y decir "no te quiero",&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera mentir y quererme yo primero,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera mentir y creer en un ser superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera tener un auto nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera tener un amor que sea sincero.&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera tener un sol que me de su resplandor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque las aves vuelan y ya no regresan,&lt;br /&gt;Porque el mundo crece pero de cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ya no puedo dejar de pensar en ti... que debo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para que te fijes en mi, para yo verte sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;para decirte a pesar de la distancia que estás en mi... que estás en mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo pudiera tenerte aqui, Si tan solo pudiera tus labios sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo pudiera sentirte en mi interior... que puedo hacer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que te fijes en mi, para yo verte sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;para decirte a pesar de la distancia... Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;Para que te fijes en mi, para yo verte sonreir,&lt;br /&gt;para decirte a pesar de la distancia que estás en mi... que estás en mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/1675/adorno29md.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 19px;" src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/1675/adorno29md.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441008430773504543-893290962531151026?l=hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com/feeds/893290962531151026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=441008430773504543&amp;postID=893290962531151026' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441008430773504543/posts/default/893290962531151026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441008430773504543/posts/default/893290962531151026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com/2009/04/estas-en-mi.html' title='Estás En Mí'/><author><name>Syb.!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983302022707729338</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-441008430773504543.post-8094679434317723747</id><published>2009-04-10T01:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:18:05.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>40 Weeks Later</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you the story about the day that girl has changed my life...&lt;br /&gt;I was walking so fast, no thinking, in the middle of the night...&lt;br /&gt;When, from the shadows of the night she appears, that was a mistery...&lt;br /&gt;And next to mine, she say in my ear, “Can you wanna go with me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to looked at her face but that was so impossible.&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows of the night the only thing that I could see&lt;br /&gt;Was her smile so diabolic standing right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;And when she grab my back I said “What you gonna do to me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my back, her arm. In my mouth, her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, go out!. In my hand, her hand.&lt;br /&gt;In my ear, her voice. In my feet, her foot.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, go out!. In my pants, her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I felt she so inside, I felt she so alive,&lt;br /&gt;I felt she so divine, I felt she... (JUST GO OUT!)&lt;br /&gt;She loved me just so fast. Was moving so divine.&lt;br /&gt;She up me one more time, She said me... (JUST GO OUT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say “oh no” because that body was perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;Her lips, her style, but her face, that face that I couldn't see...&lt;br /&gt;And when she said to me “Are one hundred bucks the night!”&lt;br /&gt;A light in her face, and now I can her recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind the dark, I’m feeling so bad.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, a whore... can you believe that?.&lt;br /&gt;I try to said to her, “tell me, what the hell&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking, please, let me help you out”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I felt she so inside, I felt she so alive,&lt;br /&gt;I felt she so divine, I hear say (JUST GO OUT!)&lt;br /&gt;But that was my best friend... my mind I should have heard...&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe this thing could happend... not to me (GET OUT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nine monts ago... she called at my phone....&lt;br /&gt;“You are father now... ¿Can you hear your son?...” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/1675/adorno29md.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 19px;" src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/1675/adorno29md.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441008430773504543-8094679434317723747?l=hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com/feeds/8094679434317723747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=441008430773504543&amp;postID=8094679434317723747' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441008430773504543/posts/default/8094679434317723747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441008430773504543/posts/default/8094679434317723747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnomusictaste.blogspot.com/2009/04/40-weeks-later.html' title='40 Weeks Later'/><author><name>Syb.!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983302022707729338</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-441008430773504543.post-100790049868321742</id><published>2009-04-10T00:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:18:25.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Who's The Victim Now?</title><content type='html'>When I looked at you... I could see him in your face.&lt;br /&gt;One enough, but you... did it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;But now is my turn... I wanna see your face...&lt;br /&gt;And if a tear is in you... I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you with one, you can see me with two.&lt;br /&gt;If I cried just one night, for a week you will do.&lt;br /&gt;If I fell really down, I will be just upon you.&lt;br /&gt;If my veins were cut, all your blood you will loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And if you thought that I'm bad, you can see me right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better without you, you are nothing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And if you come to my life asking a apologize,&lt;br /&gt;I will say in your face... "Who's the victim now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you think that in my bed... she's occuping your place.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, last night... she ordered your mess.&lt;br /&gt;And, you know that your keys... are in her pocket, oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;And, before I forget... your pic is in my garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me in my knees, I will see you in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;If you make fun of me, I will make you my clown.&lt;br /&gt;If you make me beg, I will make you pray.&lt;br /&gt;If you told me "forget", I will do it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And if you thought that I'm bad, you can see me right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better without you, you are nothing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And if you come to my life asking a apologize,&lt;br /&gt;I will say in your face... "Who's the victim now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't mean nothing to me,&lt;br /&gt;Because all the lies comeback to you, see.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm another guy, not the fool you've seen.&lt;br /&gt;And what you're thinking right know...&lt;br /&gt;And what you're feeling right know...&lt;br /&gt;If you know that your man, belongs to another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And if you thought that I'm bad, you can see me right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better without you, you are nothing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And if you come to my life asking a apologize,&lt;br /&gt;I will say in your face... 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