<?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-6822855134271860314</id><updated>2012-01-04T05:18:37.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emociones de un cerillo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-1696457609155800042</id><published>2011-09-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:10:05.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los detectives salvajes</title><summary type='text'>La novela Los detectives salvajes de Roberto Bolaño, publicada en 1998 y premio Herralde del mismo año, ha recibido gran cantidad de elogios de escritores y de la crítica especializada. La novela está dividida en tres partes: Mexicanos perdidos en México (1975), Los detectives salvajes (1976-1996) y Los desiertos de Sonora (1976). Mexicanos perdidos en México (1975) es el diario del estudiante de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1696457609155800042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1696457609155800042' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1696457609155800042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1696457609155800042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2011/09/los-detectives-salvajes.html' title='Los detectives salvajes'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-7170147927645726787</id><published>2010-01-24T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:27:39.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy por la tarde antes de almorzar</title><summary type='text'>Ayer estaba pensando en los amigos que deje, o en los amigos que perdí. En realidad no he perdido a nadie, pero estaba leyendo "La tia Julia y el escribidor", y Varguitas y los amigos que ya no disfrutaban de las mismas cosas en común, pataperrear por Lima de los 60s, el cementerio de Surco, robarse un esqueleto, y bañarse desnudo en una especie de piscina, también por Surco, y luego un recorrido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7170147927645726787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7170147927645726787' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7170147927645726787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7170147927645726787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoy-por-la-tarde-antes-de-almorzar.html' title='Hoy por la tarde antes de almorzar'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/S1yNOEfDtZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wpS_p3TLIU4/s72-c/analisis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-2925382254110467121</id><published>2009-08-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:16:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Anthem</title><summary type='text'>La gira Sudamericana 2009 de Radiohead fue la primera en la región de habla hispana. Comprendio 4 países: Mexico (por supuesto, es la segunda vez que van, y estando tan cerca de EEUU) y el ABC, es decir: Argentina, Brasil y Chile, los riquillos. En Buenos Aires. En la cola del CLub Ciudad de B.A,  donde se presentaron los mencionados, me entere que la canción "National Anthem" es diferente en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2925382254110467121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2925382254110467121' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2925382254110467121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2925382254110467121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-gira-sudamericana-2009-de-radiohead.html' title='National Anthem'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-2439564987023866001</id><published>2009-08-01T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:54:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIdeo Vanguardista</title><summary type='text'>Un poquito de Vanguardia Universitaria. Ya son 6 años.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2439564987023866001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2439564987023866001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2439564987023866001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2439564987023866001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/08/video-vanguardista.html' title='VIdeo Vanguardista'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-3880906761338156037</id><published>2009-07-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:11:29.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbiana</title><summary type='text'>Una mujer salio gritando, llevaba el pelo corto. Hijo de puta, conchatumadre yo te doy de comer. Gritaba hacia el interior de la oficina mientras desaparecía por la puerta. No lloraba, ni miraba atrás, salía a paso ligero, cruzaba la puerta y todos la veían. No hubo tiempo para imaginar algún secreto, solo reímos y comentábamos nuestras risas.  ¿alguien quería saber algo más?  Solo vimos a una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3880906761338156037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=3880906761338156037' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/3880906761338156037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/3880906761338156037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesbiana.html' title='Lesbiana'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-1597823805576689065</id><published>2009-07-20T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:05:39.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extracto valioso de 2666 (pag 96- 98)</title><summary type='text'>En un par de ocasiones volvieron a encontrarse a Pritchard. El joven larguirucho ya no se mostraba tan malhumorado como antes, si bien es cierto que los encuentros fueron casuales, sin tiempo para desplantes ni violencias. Espinoza llegaba al piso de Norton cuando Pritchard se iba, Pelletier se cruzó con él una vez en la escalera. Este último encuentro, sin embargo, aunque breve fue significativo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1597823805576689065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1597823805576689065' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1597823805576689065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1597823805576689065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/extracto-valioso-de-2666-pag-96-98.html' title='Extracto valioso de 2666 (pag 96- 98)'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-571961341823983481</id><published>2009-07-15T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:29:49.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playa de Arica</title><summary type='text'>En la mar de Arica el cielo era hermoso, la vista era plena. El sol arriba, tu reías (ja), una linda chica (jajaja). Nadabas con el destino en los brazos, mirabas la mar, te tendías en el agua. Te tendías a respirar la calma de estar lejos y solo. Una vista futura, el bien por delante, pero cuando pare… cuando pare, todo se detuvo, me emocione tanto me dijeron, que creí desaparecer en el mar, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/571961341823983481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=571961341823983481' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/571961341823983481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/571961341823983481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/playa-de-arica.html' title='Playa de Arica'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-201291373102746587</id><published>2009-07-15T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:39:10.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUENTOS DE CAFE - RADIO 1</title><summary type='text'>Programa radial de literatura y música de ZONA PUCP. Nada cultural, bueno un poco. Conductores:Malu Morelli yCarlos Leon CPROGRAMA 7PROGRAMA 6PROGRAMA 5PROGRAMA 4PROGRAMA 3PROGRAMA 2PROGRAMA 1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/201291373102746587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=201291373102746587' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/201291373102746587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/201291373102746587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuentos-de-cafe-radio-1.html' title='CUENTOS DE CAFE - RADIO 1'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-4934133602308926369</id><published>2009-05-11T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:22:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piloto de Radio "Una historia y un cafe"</title><summary type='text'>Empezando con la buena literatura y la música chilena, po.Estructura: 1. “De un  azul purísimo” del libro “Paris Personal” - Marco García Falcón. (3’’)En ese momento Francois manejaba su auto. Era el modesto Renault azul del año 79 que tenía desde antes de conocer a Tino Falacci, y no uno de los muchos regalos que este le daba para retenerlo o intentar reconciliarse después de una pelea. Esta vez</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4934133602308926369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4934133602308926369' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4934133602308926369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4934133602308926369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/piloto-de-radio-una-historia-y-un-cafe.html' title='Piloto de Radio &quot;Una historia y un cafe&quot;'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-4523294305429156785</id><published>2009-05-06T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:29:57.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primer Vinilo en la casa de Adriana</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4523294305429156785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4523294305429156785' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4523294305429156785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4523294305429156785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/05/primer-vinilo-en-la-casa-de-adriana.html' title='Primer Vinilo en la casa de Adriana'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-7349479605449602044</id><published>2009-04-18T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:03:57.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wong Kar Wai y Seru Giran</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7349479605449602044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7349479605449602044' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7349479605449602044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7349479605449602044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/wong-kar-wai-y-seru-giran.html' title='Wong Kar Wai y Seru Giran'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-1640667713146726591</id><published>2009-04-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:08:46.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MC MERFI EN BUENOS AIRES. LA RESPUESTA ESPERADA.</title><summary type='text'>En la cola para entrar a ver a Radiohead en Buenos Aires. Jetrho da "la respuesta esperada al escuchar Mc Merfi"Bueno aqui un poco de MC Merfi, con tres temitas: Comida del Future, Me compra ropa en Plaza vea y Vago Soy, Yao!!Agradecimientos a Joao Orozco (estudio de grabacion) y a Mc Merfi. Yao!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1640667713146726591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1640667713146726591' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1640667713146726591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1640667713146726591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/04/mc-merfi-en-buenos-aires-la-respuesta.html' title='MC MERFI EN BUENOS AIRES. LA RESPUESTA ESPERADA.'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-6578746573258181465</id><published>2009-03-09T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:47:06.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Technicolor ii</title><summary type='text'>Los Coldplay estan muy pretenciosos, quieren ser la mejor banda del mundo como lo dijo Chris Martin despues de sacar el segundo disco. Ahora con "Viva la vida" quieren sorprender con sus vestidos, sus canciones y sus videos. Sin embargo ante tanto bla bla bla este video clip esta bien paja. ¡Interesante Chris Martin!Recuerdan el capitulo del Chapulin y los duendes. Con una Maria Antonieta de las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6578746573258181465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=6578746573258181465' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6578746573258181465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6578746573258181465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-in-technicolor-ii.html' title='Life in Technicolor ii'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-6266622394284698745</id><published>2009-03-09T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:48:48.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><summary type='text'>Si  recuerdan “El secreto de la montaña”.  Ang Lee (2005) y sienten que les causó gran impacto  ver al último joker de Batman, besando a  Jake Gyllenhaal (Zodiaco) y dijeron que gran película, sobretodo por el guión, merecedor auténtico del Pulitzer por cuento y adaptación del cuento. Cuenta el amor de dos vaqueros, un peón de establo y  un vaquero de rodeo con encuentros en Brokeback Mountain. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6266622394284698745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=6266622394284698745' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6266622394284698745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6266622394284698745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/03/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8835967960551349241</id><published>2009-01-27T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:37:07.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibetean Freedom Concert 98'</title><summary type='text'>Concierto del 98 en Chicago: "The Tibetean Freedom Concert" En el primer video pueden ver a Thom Yorke(Radiohead) haciendole la segunda voz a Michael Stipe(Rem), la interpretación de Thom es buena, emociona. El segundo video es "Lucky" de Radiohead, y que la canta Stipe, interesante. y el último es Pearl Jam, con varios temas, entre los cuales: "Betterman".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8835967960551349241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8835967960551349241' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8835967960551349241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8835967960551349241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/concierto-del-98-en-chicago-tibetean.html' title='Tibetean Freedom Concert 98&apos;'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8635261806433171889</id><published>2009-01-27T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:59:21.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cielo de verano. 7pm</title><summary type='text'>Esta canción es de la película Dirty Dancing (1987)dirigida por Emile Ardolino. Una película clásica de los ochenta. Con Patrick Swayze y Jennifer Grey, que tiene un parecido con Gillian Anderson (X files), algo. Elegí este video porque de pronto vi un comercial en VH1 y me dio cierta nostalgia. Nostalgia no sé de qué. No recuerdo haber visto la pelicula completa pero si partes, de seguro zapping</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8635261806433171889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8635261806433171889' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8635261806433171889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8635261806433171889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/nostalgia.html' title='Cielo de verano. 7pm'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8586766980642722014</id><published>2009-01-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:04:06.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1=1</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8586766980642722014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8586766980642722014' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8586766980642722014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8586766980642722014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/11.html' title='1=1'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/SXqd6AiZ_YI/AAAAAAAAACk/nEzEKxaJHdo/s72-c/cuervo+wason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-7635824483584093438</id><published>2009-01-20T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:33:18.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5!</title><summary type='text'>Que buen video, sobretodo ingenioso. Ademas de tener un ritmo funk.La grasa de los carros. La gasolina. La gorda y la niña rubia. Los bividis sucios. Toda esa onda de Taller de mecánica y cementerio de autos es un buen ambiente para un video. La cancion tambien esta buena.Cuando lo vi me emocione mucho. Ver al Manu en el programa de Jools Holland es el invitado a la fiesta que siempre esperas que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7635824483584093438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7635824483584093438' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7635824483584093438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7635824483584093438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/5.html' title='5!'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-7302211835834643591</id><published>2009-01-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:29:08.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><summary type='text'>Videos interesantes. Sigo con la mania. EL primero es romanticon por ratos, te da un poco de sueño. Esta chica tiene algunas muecas de Bjork por momentos. Por ratos interesante el juego con las naranjas.Lo particular de este video de Radiohead es que no es una animación. Si hubieran utilizado una marca conocida de zapatillas, eso hubiera sido interesante. ¿Qué niño usa zaptos negros?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7302211835834643591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7302211835834643591' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7302211835834643591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7302211835834643591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8670438260704668448</id><published>2009-01-10T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:14:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres videos</title><summary type='text'>Este video de Primus es magnifico. El demonio tentando a un humilde campesino en una competencia de violin. Y el segundo es mas feeling, casi te da ganas de llorar vomitando. De Sigur Ros es increible. Cheken la gente que llega al concierto. Todo muy hyppie pero mas actual. "Hoppipola" en la tierras de Iceland. Donde todo es bonito. El video tiene muy buena resolucion, veanlo ampliado. Me parece </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8670438260704668448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8670438260704668448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8670438260704668448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8670438260704668448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tres-videos.html' title='Tres videos'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-5433094333444529116</id><published>2009-01-10T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:43:31.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos videos Chilenos</title><summary type='text'>Dos videos mas. Estoy pegado con esto del número dos. El Rock chileno es el más divertido. Dos videos muy parecidos Glup para los que recuerdan "Asi es la vida". Y el segundo un video de la banda Sinergia. Banda que recién conozco. Quizás aquí faltaria "Muevan las industrias" de los Prisioneros. Ya estaré colgando algo nacional. Bueno.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5433094333444529116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5433094333444529116' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5433094333444529116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5433094333444529116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dos-videos-mas.html' title='Dos videos Chilenos'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-5475779576584697144</id><published>2009-01-09T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:34:33.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos videos</title><summary type='text'>El primero comprando las entradas de Radiohead por internet. Desesperacion.  Y el segundo en Año Nuevo. Tomandonos unas chelas y escuchando Kings of Leon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5475779576584697144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5475779576584697144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5475779576584697144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5475779576584697144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primero-comprando-las-entradas-de.html' title='Dos videos'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-4922841493012369247</id><published>2008-12-22T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:39:17.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos locos</title><summary type='text'>Escena únicaUna pareja de locos sentados en una banca.      Loco: El amor es una locuraLoca mira al loco.   Loca: Estas loco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4922841493012369247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4922841493012369247' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4922841493012369247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4922841493012369247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/12/dos-locos.html' title='Dos locos'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-998928024986287896</id><published>2008-12-17T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:28:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta más linda que nunca!!</title><summary type='text'>Es mi orden de preferencia. Recuerdo que es el orden que encontre en una pagina sobre Christina. El primer video es excelente. ¿Por qué es tan linda? ¿Ella sabe que lo es? No lo sabe, ni se esfuerza, ni un poquito. Actriz de una película francesa. Presumida. Une femme est une femme.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/998928024986287896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=998928024986287896' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/998928024986287896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/998928024986287896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/12/esta-ms-linda-que-nunca.html' title='Esta más linda que nunca!!'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-4907797540596369524</id><published>2008-12-03T17:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:30:06.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johansen se toma todas las cosas de lo mejor!!</title><summary type='text'>Que será, que será, oh que será. "Me dicen el Hugh Hefner aragones, seguro que no sabes ni quien es..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4907797540596369524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4907797540596369524' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4907797540596369524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4907797540596369524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/12/johansen-toma-todas-cosas-de-lo-mejor.html' title='Johansen se toma todas las cosas de lo mejor!!'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-5858586475599873144</id><published>2008-10-30T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:46:15.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bayly y Charly. Revisen toda la entrevista, Bayly esta con corbata marrón y Charly usa una gorrita crema. Bayly ríe, levanta las cejas. Ja. Charly enreda las piernas, habla con una mano inclinada, a veces con el vaso lleno, a veces sin el vaso. Bayly lo mira, sonríe mientras lo escucha hablar, ríe, le complace escucharlo. Entrevista fechada en 1996, Charly con dos discos bajo el brazo. Alta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5858586475599873144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5858586475599873144' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5858586475599873144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5858586475599873144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-5543931453042720934</id><published>2008-10-12T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:09:12.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regreso el placer de los ojos, Samantha...</title><summary type='text'>El placer de los ojos y la voz de Samantha Chau, han regresado de la mejor manera http://elplacerdelosojos.wordpress.com/. Jamás estuvo mejor, desde un computador, con luces bajas y en la soledad de tu cuarto. Un especial de Wong Kar Wai y su último estreno en Lima: My Blue very nice o Buscando un amor. Wong Kar Wai, tanto se hablado, la melancolía, las frustraciones del amor, la música exacta, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5543931453042720934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5543931453042720934' title='54 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5543931453042720934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5543931453042720934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/10/regreso-el-placer-de-los-ojos-samantha.html' title='Regreso el placer de los ojos, Samantha...'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-6182276536046479434</id><published>2008-09-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:59:33.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><summary type='text'>Nenas  Las nenas  Descansen en paz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6182276536046479434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=6182276536046479434' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6182276536046479434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6182276536046479434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8874103214841999935</id><published>2008-09-23T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:18:49.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer por la noche</title><summary type='text'>Ayer mi madre me abrazo  Pensó que estaba llorando por una chica  No es raro pensar que fue así  Cualquiera hubiera llorado si tu madre te abraza   Por el mal amor de una chica  Sin embargo no lloré  No me aguante  Me sentí aliviado  Aliviado sin llorar  Eso es raro  Eso es adulto   Ya no voy a decir que es raro  También hubo un silencio  Un silencio muy largo  Un silencio que expreso  Algo en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8874103214841999935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8874103214841999935' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8874103214841999935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8874103214841999935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4290304661172710268' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4290304661172710268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4290304661172710268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/da-ma-d-e-co-lor-es-mrame-dama-de.html' title=''/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-7614459337102000824</id><published>2008-09-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:29:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinocho</title><summary type='text'>Pinocho era un ser humano que comía verduras de fuego. Un día en el largo camino de su casa al colegio se percato que el bosque se incendiaba, fue corriendo a ver qué sucedía pero de pronto su nariz comenzó a quemarse, el trozo de madera se deshizo de su cara. Por suerte salvo su cuerpo y pudo aliviar su dolor con una verdura que coloco de nariz, un pepino de flamas rojas, ¿cuándo le preguntaron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7614459337102000824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7614459337102000824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7614459337102000824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7614459337102000824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/09/pinocho.html' title='Pinocho'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-2820093180889434225</id><published>2008-07-23T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:34:36.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos colores</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es el día del trabajo  Pero me siento contento   como si fuera otro día  pasamos del lado de una calle larga  y al final  cerca de la luz   la puerta abierta de una trastienda  la tome  y en la sombra la fui besando  Las enfermeras salían de un hospital cercano  Los restaurantes estaban llenos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2820093180889434225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2820093180889434225' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2820093180889434225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2820093180889434225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/07/dos-colores.html' title='Dos colores'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-2054534980785887100</id><published>2008-05-10T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:06:06.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La manzana</title><summary type='text'>W y Q caminan &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;W: ¿Te vas a comer la manzana?Q: SíQ mira su manzana, nota algoQ: Mira tiene un agujero de gusanoQ mira el agujeroQ: ¿Tú se lo has hecho?W: NoQ muerde su manzanaW: ¿Te la vas a comer?Q: NoQ la sigue mordiendoW: Por aquí no vamos a &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;la Biblioteca CentralQ: Ah… sinoToman un camino más iluminadoQ: ¿Quieres?W mira la manzanaW: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2054534980785887100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2054534980785887100' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2054534980785887100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2054534980785887100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-manzana.html' title='La manzana'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-5797422446237626178</id><published>2008-03-09T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:21:56.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imágenes de bestias</title><summary type='text'>un silencio oscuro  un sonido largo  un misterio     Hay la caída de un ave     un llanto  un sonido bestial  la voz del infierno     Hay aves volando en el cielo     un cielo blanco  la luz del sol  una palabra     Hay una bestia muerta en el bosque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5797422446237626178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5797422446237626178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5797422446237626178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5797422446237626178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/03/imgenes-de-bestias.html' title='Imágenes de bestias'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-6429144367097256063</id><published>2008-02-14T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:52:24.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis</title><summary type='text'>Me llaman Travis, Travis Bicley  Pero en realidad me llamo Santiago     Y es que los ex combatientes estamos por todos lados  Pero nadie nos conoce, nadie sabe de nosotros  Sin embargo a un excombatiente se le distingue por la   mirada, por la forma de caminar, por la forma de los gestos     Estaciono el taxi cerca de la luz roja  Para encontrar un momento donde pensar  En el dinero que no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6429144367097256063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=6429144367097256063' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6429144367097256063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6429144367097256063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/02/travis.html' title='Travis'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-2788112656988425496</id><published>2008-01-04T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:25:58.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un articulo que no sale, fuckkk</title><summary type='text'>Operativos Coordinados al mejor estilo dada     Si la irreverencia te pareció derramarse con el operativo “Empleada Audaz”, te sorprenderás con el operativo ”Cuerazos peruanos” que ya se derramo por Chile. Puaj...      Bien, La Coordinadora Nacional de Derechos Humanos del Perú viene realizando intervenciones urbanas en contra del racismo, con una sencilla frase: ”Basta de Racismo”. La más </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2788112656988425496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2788112656988425496' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2788112656988425496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2788112656988425496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2008/01/un-articulo-que-no-sale-fuckkk.html' title='Un articulo que no sale, fuckkk'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-7343744712045906849</id><published>2007-12-29T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:01:53.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegó la hora</title><summary type='text'>No trates de decir algo,   no trates de  mostrarme nada  Hermosa dama trata de encontrarme  Y celebraré estos pocos días juntos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7343744712045906849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7343744712045906849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7343744712045906849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7343744712045906849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/lleg-la-hora.html' title='Llegó la hora'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-218950552164177904</id><published>2007-12-28T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:56:52.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La rodilla mía</title><summary type='text'>  Después que leí a Rimbaud   Me cuido mucho las rodillas  Y no es que camine tierras ni montañas  Ni cruce mares, ni me dañe las costillas  Sino que las torres altas de cuadernos    Se acomodan en mis rodillas  Y me da temor seguir subiendo.  Me da temor creerme Rimbaud  Y morir de una rodilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/218950552164177904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=218950552164177904' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/218950552164177904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/218950552164177904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-rodilla-ma.html' title='La rodilla mía'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-2559791493136155499</id><published>2007-12-28T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:32:57.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Había algo que contar</title><summary type='text'>¡Te tengo que contar!!!!     El cielo no brilla como ayer  Las luces se alejan con la lluvia     ¡Te tengo que contar!!!!     Un payaso salio llorando del bar  Con el humo de la ciudad  Se cayó a la calle     ¡Te tengo que contar!!!!     Un grupo de mujeres me mira en la oscuridad     ¡Te tengo que contar!!!!     Hay un robo sin sentido  Hay sonidos     ¡Te tengo que contar!!!!     Hay ratas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2559791493136155499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2559791493136155499' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2559791493136155499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2559791493136155499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/haba-algo-que-contar.html' title='Había algo que contar'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-7915447553508100681</id><published>2007-12-17T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:46:39.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winona no te vayas</title><summary type='text'>En los primeros minutos quiero que me secuestre Winona Ryder y me deje paseando por el Play Land Park, desprendido y extasiado con dos algodones de colores. Fulminantes minutos los que veo pasar comiéndome sin cuidado el azúcar morado. Exquisitos segundos los del azúcar en mis ojos. Y ella que no esta. Y ella que no se asoma por la puerta del baño. Un furtivo y penúltimo asomo al espejo del </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7915447553508100681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7915447553508100681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7915447553508100681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7915447553508100681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/winona-no-te-vayas.html' title='Winona no te vayas'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-1511334243051687021</id><published>2007-12-13T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:30:10.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly en hispano</title><summary type='text'>  No muy interesado en las telenovelas gringas, me tope con Betty la fea, en inglés, que dicen que es más fea, bueno… es muy buena, no  es telenovela es serie, pero lo interesante es que hay personajes latinos como la realidad norteamericana actual, que tiene de interesante esto, que no hay muchas series así, que tengan como personajes principales a latinos, la actriz debe ser mexicana o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1511334243051687021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1511334243051687021' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1511334243051687021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1511334243051687021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-muy-interesado-en-las-telenovelas.html' title='Ugly en hispano'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/R2IUUfELxzI/AAAAAAAAABM/rBvvkEOooLA/s72-c/ugly+betty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-1551334949714171021</id><published>2007-12-12T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:07:47.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La niña Jodie Foster</title><summary type='text'>Jodie Foster que niña, si la vieron en “Taxi Driver”, pues que niña, pero hay una mejor, más joven,  más interesante, y mas lesbiana, deberían verla como se  echa el peinado hacia atrás y la mano a los bolsillos, el cigarrito, la risa que se burla y sin senos, seguro así era Rimbaud caminando por Francia, bueno algo así pero en EEUU.  Lo que más sorprende es su actuación: invitando a beber, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1551334949714171021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1551334949714171021' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1551334949714171021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1551334949714171021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-nia-judith-foster.html' title='La niña Jodie Foster'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/R2Ic2fELx0I/AAAAAAAAABU/3q-nMup1d4E/s72-c/jodie+foster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-1790602360944919112</id><published>2007-12-12T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:25:42.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fujimori qué pensar</title><summary type='text'>No sé si Fujimori me da risa o hambre (porque estaba tomando mi desayuno), lo vi bien desarmado el día del juicio, no sé si eso sea pena pero se merece la cárcel, y de hecho que se muere ahí. Hoy dijo que no sabía nada sobre el caso La Cantuta y Barrios Altos, imposible, nicagando le creo. A horas en que decían que no iba a la sentencia, me acordaba de lo tembloroso que estaba en la sala de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1790602360944919112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1790602360944919112' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1790602360944919112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1790602360944919112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/fujimor-qu-pensar.html' title='Fujimori qué pensar'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/R2ITx_ELxyI/AAAAAAAAABE/UBHYGoOL1Jc/s72-c/Fujimori2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-5628360626649004206</id><published>2007-12-11T19:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:57:57.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lima Bizarra</title><summary type='text'>Producción de Medios Audiovisuales, genialidades a la conductora (Janeth Lozano) cámara (Carlos León Collantes) y la edición del Chino Pinto (Eduardo Pinto Wong) también a Renzo Belón, su flaca y a Santiago Segovia. Falta corregir, pero tenemos futuro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5628360626649004206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5628360626649004206' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5628360626649004206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5628360626649004206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/12/lima-bizarra.html' title='Lima Bizarra'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8750720087150344206</id><published>2007-11-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:02:05.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El golpe</title><summary type='text'>Siempre es tuyo lo que se arriesga entre techos  Entre arboles dispersos  Si te veo volar no se si acercame  Ya puede ser algo  Ya puede ser vientoSE DIO EL GOLPE   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8750720087150344206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8750720087150344206' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8750720087150344206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8750720087150344206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/11/el-golpe.html' title='El golpe'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-2140980672034092628</id><published>2007-10-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:07:09.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humedad</title><summary type='text'>   El sonido de tus pezones  La arena mojada de la playa     Te tengo que contar…     Alguien va a dar el golpe     Te tengo que contar…     Tengo que cortar     Te tengo que contar…     El agua helada en un día de verano  Despertar en la arena     Te tengo que contar…     La humedad de tus pezones</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2140980672034092628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2140980672034092628' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2140980672034092628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2140980672034092628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/10/humedad.html' title='Humedad'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-6498029592046351245</id><published>2007-10-17T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:25:18.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamiroquai te cagaron</title><summary type='text'>¿Por qué me excita tanto esta irlandesa? ufffffffff</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/6498029592046351245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=6498029592046351245' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6498029592046351245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/6498029592046351245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/10/jamiroquia-te-cagaron.html' title='Jamiroquai te cagaron'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-2709591140037450534</id><published>2007-10-11T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:35:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derramodeboca</title><summary type='text'>Tu boca no estaba rota  Pero se derramo  sobre la mía     Todavía tengo el sabor de tu boca  No podría decir qué     la torpeza de mis besos  derramó tu boca   sobre la mía </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2709591140037450534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=2709591140037450534' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2709591140037450534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/2709591140037450534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/10/derramodeboca.html' title='Derramodeboca'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-142193641618230189</id><published>2007-10-04T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:34:59.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De la película "Temporada de patos" , Natalia Laforucade y la Forguetina canta el soundtrack</title><summary type='text'>Si se acuerdan de "En el 2000", entonces  se acordarán de una chiquita que parece colegial pero que en realidad no lo es, Natalia Lafourcade . Ayer distraído viendo una película descubri a la chata con su traje de pato, cantando al ritmo de Bossa Nova. La película es muy buena estuvo en el Festival de cine de la Católica hace algunos años, con buenos puestos. Si pueden vayan a Polvos y pídanla.Ah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/142193641618230189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=142193641618230189' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/142193641618230189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/142193641618230189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/10/temporada-de-patos-peliculon-en-bn.html' title='De la película &quot;Temporada de patos&quot; , Natalia Laforucade y la Forguetina canta el soundtrack'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-4590798639177473738</id><published>2007-10-03T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:03:07.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alusiones, alucinaciones gitanas</title><summary type='text'>Viajo solo por un camino de tren  Profunda noche     Viajo como un deslumbrado  Alucinaciones gitanas  Iluminaciones tardías     Un gran bloque blanco  Un gran oso negro     Se da paso a un gran camino  Un pequeño niño  Acaricia el lomo   De ambas bestias al pasar     Un gran oso negro  Un gran bloque blanco     Fogatas verdes llegue a ver  Profunda noche  La vida contiene alusiones gitanas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4590798639177473738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4590798639177473738' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4590798639177473738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4590798639177473738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/10/alusiones-alucinaciones-gitanas.html' title='Alusiones, alucinaciones gitanas'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-1469551795652176626</id><published>2007-09-11T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:54:21.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zapping</title><summary type='text'>¡. Sonidos del mundo (canal 6)    2. Vano oficio (canal 7)    3. TNT(canal 14)    4. Un sonido de la mente    5.. Algo que recordaba  Un ave no podía detenerse a descansar/ Su voz sonaba a menta/ Boleros  José Feliciano toca la guitarra/El extranjero Camus. Un ser no humano/ La película de un ex comando solitario que salva a una chica/, su voz sonaba a menta/, nació sin patas/ No distinción entre</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1469551795652176626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1469551795652176626' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1469551795652176626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1469551795652176626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/09/zapping.html' title='Zapping'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-3538985420692972134</id><published>2007-09-09T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:00:40.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Minelli, me acabo de acordar de Cabaret</title><summary type='text'>Lisa Minelli tiene particularidades, una personalidad radiante y no solo por el alcoholismo, sino porque irradia felicidad, con ese pelo corto de niño. Ayer escuchaba boleros y no hay relación pero me acorde de la Minelli, que será, creo que prendí la tele y la vi, al toque me acorde de una película en la que salía un Gorila, no me acuerdo si era macho o hembra, bueno, la película era muy buena, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3538985420692972134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=3538985420692972134' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/3538985420692972134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/3538985420692972134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/09/lisa-minellime-me-acorde-de-cabaret.html' title='Lisa Minelli, me acabo de acordar de Cabaret'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-3109413780314204689</id><published>2007-09-05T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:02:39.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holden Causfield, grande!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>¡Holden Causfield no murió eso me alegra mucho!!!!, creo que lo relacione con el pez banano. Perdón por no decirles de que hablo pero es que me emociono tanto saberlo que quise comenzar contándoles eso, Holden Causfield es un muchachito insolente de 16 años que lo acaban de expulsar de un colegio internado y no pretende nada en la vida, tan solo emprende un viaje de algunos días por la ciudad de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/3109413780314204689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=3109413780314204689' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/3109413780314204689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/3109413780314204689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/09/holden-causfield-grande.html' title='Holden Causfield, grande!!!!!!'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8886321632685023896</id><published>2007-08-23T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:21:32.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que venga Manu CHao, mucha alegría para las tristezas</title><summary type='text'>Que venga Manu, Manu Chao. Que venga con sus canciones, son su Radio Bemba Sound System, que vengan todos a levantarnos el ánimo. Que buena esta canción, un poquito de la fiesta Manu Chao.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8886321632685023896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8886321632685023896' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8886321632685023896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8886321632685023896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/08/manu-chao-mala-vida.html' title='Que venga Manu CHao, mucha alegría para las tristezas'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-2993861853422971777</id><published>2007-08-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:07:15.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payasito terremoto</title><summary type='text'>Un payaso que en la oscuridad pretende salvar de la tristeza a un montón de niños, se me parece a Roberto Benini en "La vida es bella", que trata de jugar con su hijo en plena tragedia de campo de concentración, si me puse romántico váyanse a la mierda pero yo sigo, este payaso se merece el premio Benini, se merece un reconocimiento internacional, que haya encontrado en pleno derrumbe solo sus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/2993861853422971777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/Rsu2Y9Kz2kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zenP_yxoojM/s72-c/payaso+fin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-8163636342339255964</id><published>2007-08-15T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:04:54.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Hay que hacer eso "calzones amarillos"?</title><summary type='text'>Todo lo que se puede hacer con un joystick conectado al piso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8163636342339255964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8163636342339255964' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8163636342339255964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8163636342339255964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/08/hay-que-hacer-eso-amarillos.html' title='¿Hay que hacer eso &amp;quot;calzones amarillos&amp;quot;?'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8660155961356475751</id><published>2007-08-11T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:23:00.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proyecto Alfonsina</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8660155961356475751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8660155961356475751' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8660155961356475751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8660155961356475751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/08/proyecto-alfonsina.html' title='Proyecto Alfonsina'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-8466767945022405723</id><published>2007-08-10T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:28:07.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mianca y La Luna</title><summary type='text'>Mianca dejo al pobre Benito mirando la relación de ella con La Luna. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8466767945022405723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8466767945022405723' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8466767945022405723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8466767945022405723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/08/mianca-y-la-luna-lion.html' title='Mianca y La Luna'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-5557864752142375751</id><published>2007-08-05T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:15:26.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3; 3.4; 3.78; 3.99999 de  Agosto</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  El gran viaje   In fact, you don’t normally acercarte   a las chicas,   am I right?  The truth is that you’re sensible y callado  Pero si me atrevo podré conocer tu interior  Witty, adventurous, ¡Taxi!  Passionate, loving, loyal, a little bit crazy, a little bit bad,   But hey  ¿acaso a las chicas no nos gusta eso?  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/5557864752142375751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=5557864752142375751' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5557864752142375751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/5557864752142375751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-34-378-399999-de-agosto.html' title='3; 3.4; 3.78; 3.99999 de  Agosto'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-8400626676787640051</id><published>2007-08-01T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:49:40.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluminaciones políticas con sazón a arte poético</title><summary type='text'>Entrevista a Roxana Crisólogo (poeta y activista política de izquierda)Hablando más de política que de poesía y literatura, Roxana Crisólogo no se deja atrapar por mis preguntas y yo dejo que continué hablando de su experiencia por Sudamérica.  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  Yo noto violencia en tus poemas, pero violencia      como pasión que le das a  tus poemas      ¿tu cómo lo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8400626676787640051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8400626676787640051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8400626676787640051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8400626676787640051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/08/iluminaciones-polticas-con-sazn-arte.html' title='Iluminaciones políticas con sazón a arte poético'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-4004094922522418892</id><published>2007-07-27T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:26:01.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si te gusto Amelie, puede que te guste esta también</title><summary type='text'>Apetecedora ONCE (así se llama),no se porque se me ocurre poner Ameliesi casi teoricamente no se parecen, será para que la vean,quién sabe, la petit Amelie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/4004094922522418892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=4004094922522418892' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4004094922522418892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/4004094922522418892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/07/si-te-gusto-amelie-puede-que-te-guste.html' title='Si te gusto Amelie, puede que te guste esta también'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-7781373495359278782</id><published>2007-07-27T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:51:52.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estimulación de colores</title><summary type='text'>Tengo unas porristas de colores pasteles saltando en mi camayo me divierto grabándolas,  ellas también."Mediacation mixer coctel" que divertido es verte con estas pastillas de colores.Que maldito buen video</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/7781373495359278782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=7781373495359278782' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7781373495359278782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/7781373495359278782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/07/teenagers.html' title='Estimulación de colores'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-1871630139965488689</id><published>2007-07-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:19:29.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un cerillo prendido</title><summary type='text'>Un cerillo se emociona y no se arrepiente de haberse prendido: Ríe como sus compañeros</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/1871630139965488689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=1871630139965488689' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1871630139965488689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/1871630139965488689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-cerillo-prenido.html' title='Un cerillo prendido'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-973638924244036740</id><published>2007-06-09T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:06:24.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué puede ser?</title><summary type='text'>Vamos a decir algo divertido y extravagante para tener más amigos.  Luego me doy cuenta  que no soy así.Me pondré a saltar para intentar bailar, quizás pueda alcanzar el techo, mejor aprendo a bailar.Voy a correr a toda velocidad y me estrellare contra la pared, solo quise volar, mejor encontraré un viaje para cruzar el océano.Fui feliz, vamos a intentarlo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/973638924244036740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=973638924244036740' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/973638924244036740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/973638924244036740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/06/qu-puede-ser.html' title='¿Qué puede ser?'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/Rqo0CN3A8JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ix-VMyfwX-M/s72-c/tacna+amarillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6822855134271860314.post-8365508143992854378</id><published>2007-05-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:57:23.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Una simple cabeza de fósforo o una cajetilla de cigarrillos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/8365508143992854378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=8365508143992854378' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8365508143992854378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/8365508143992854378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/05/una-simple-cabeza-de-fsforo-o-una.html' title=''/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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-6822855134271860314.post-753111053908985212</id><published>2007-05-27T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:58:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buscando la luz</title><summary type='text'>  No tengo recuerdos de la luz. Camino hacia donde puedo ver ¿eso será la luz?A veces estoy en la oscuridad pero no cierro los ojos ¿eso será la luz?Prendo la luz del cuarto ¿será la luz?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/feeds/753111053908985212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6822855134271860314&amp;postID=753111053908985212' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/753111053908985212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6822855134271860314/posts/default/753111053908985212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesdeuncerillo.blogspot.com/2007/05/buscando-la-luz.html' title='Buscando la luz'/><author><name>electrofurias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09999374422731672514</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sPPW2cGd_g/RqoyGt3A8II/AAAAAAAAAAU/XWZeLEosBOQ/s72-c/dedo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
