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style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Share with me your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Let me ease your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can burden your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And tear apart all the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;If you want to trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm right here in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;you're not alone at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;you don't need to hide anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Now give me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll take you to the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CAN'T YOU FEEL MY HEART?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Please don't close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Turning your back, don't hide your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Let me know your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I want to know if you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Can't you feel me, and believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lying in your sweet embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your silence is wrapping my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Leaving me lonely your cruel stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And I don't want to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tears fell from my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;While I was screaming in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You were hitting my self balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-4970777011400306493?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/4970777011400306493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind is the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My love, is my flaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you see me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no pink on myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps some passionate red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kindness is so hard to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I try my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't need any admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I live in resignation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I want, It doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause is something only gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you hear what I speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mask covers my real face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no such thing as faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't anyone undestand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That to Trust is unique... but unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naivity freezes my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If sarcasm reaches my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps, I'm afraid to hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ones I really care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, feel my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always bymyself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living a life of distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main thing is I'm unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even when you see me laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Floating ice is that image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see in the mirror's reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No-one was expecting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm naughty, so lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-3547245735302167267?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/3547245735302167267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=3547245735302167267' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/3547245735302167267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/3547245735302167267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-things-i-thing-about-poetry-by-me.html' title='Sad Things I think About (Poetry By Me)'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-67023819242067765</id><published>2009-02-02T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:58:47.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts.</title><content type='html'>For years I was trying to avoid emotional attachments.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to explain why attaching yourself to another human being is stupid and makes you weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone, everything is alright... to cheer yourself up you only need to talk to a friend. To eat. Watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;When you're attached to someone... everything that that person does or doesn't affects you. You need that person to cheer yourself up. There's no movie, no ice cream that can help you as much as that person you're attached to.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you stop being strong for yourself and start being strong because that other person gives you strenght.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that. I've became weak. I'm stupid. And right now... I can't think of anything that helps me recover what I used to be... Because not long time ago... people was just people for me... less important than a tree or a rock... and now... now... I feel that I need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free... I want my mind get back to me. I want to think again, to be critic again. I hate to see everything pink-coloured.&lt;br /&gt;And that is what you get when you're attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-67023819242067765?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/67023819242067765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=67023819242067765' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/67023819242067765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/67023819242067765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts.'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-8982593385274271161</id><published>2009-01-29T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:35:58.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas pequeñas'/><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Blimey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Today I'm really happy ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm in love, I'm with my family and sooner that I ever thought I'm going to be back to the person I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I know is a simple comment, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-8982593385274271161?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/8982593385274271161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=8982593385274271161' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/8982593385274271161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/8982593385274271161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-es-lo-que-me-pasa.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-4632207196315978906</id><published>2008-07-04T10:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:57:54.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion personal'/><title type='text'>For the Scouts (&amp; who wants) An Ignatius of Loyola Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;As a pagan and critic that I am (with all my might) with the reasosn that the Religion have to make Saints of any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; man or woman, I'll try to be objective about this Saint that is the paradigm of many scouts in this country,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mister Ignatius of Loyola made for the legal side what Martin Luthero wanted to do by force and the reason why he (Luthero) was put into jail, (though Saint Ignatius was pointed as heretic too). His Jesuit order, though is Orthodox and pretty Catholic, doing a bit more of research, we can find HUGE marks of Lutheran Protestantism. (Too complicated? I recommend to watch less tv and start to cultivate your brain a bit more because the grey matter rots!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;After a hard investigation (don't think is not true), I've picked some facts that perhaps you may find interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;First at all, we know that Saint Ignatius was a noble, and that like a good noble he was he started his career in the war. That is every noble duty to fight for his honor and lands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;He was heavely wounded in the war and he decided to dedicate his life to study and I want to say that he was pretty wise doing that. THE QUILL IS STRONGER THAN THE SWORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;in order to do this, he devoted himself to the religion; that in that time was the only way to stop being an ignorant and besides was legal, (because we have the story of Erasmus Rotherdam, he was deep into knowledge, but he said openly not being attached to any religion and he was accused of being Heretic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dark times were the Inquisition times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;So, Ignatius were to Monserrat to pray and he started to write his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;SPIRITUAL EXERCISES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;. And also, started a Pilgrimage to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Holy Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;the most harassed places in this planet, really... those french didn't respect anything with their famous crusades! they dragged half of Europe into it with the sole purpose of raiding (sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;recovering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;) the places in which (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;allegedly) Jesus had been. The excuse was that those places belonged to cristianity, but we know that those territories doesn't belong to anyone... and if we take it on history's side, those teritories belonged to the Saracens, not to the Christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Back to Ignatius... those travels and the spiritual exersises allowed him, at 33 years old to start studying for an apostleship that was spinning around his head. From that he got the idea and so famous Jesuit Order the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOCIETY OF JESUS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;°0° (That in this time have great power and charisma because is Orthodox and still have lots of its old principles ^^).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I also find (In his own web site) that he was a person with some troubles (emotional unbalanced).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Due to his war wounds, he was postrated in bed for several months. After reading lots of books about Jesus' life and other about the saints, he felt happy and he wished and wanted to do things as big and important as those he read (a man of big hopes he was), but then, he realized of the world around him and the happiness dissapeared, leaving only dispair and hopelessness. And I say... Who hasn't been through this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The thing is that he took his time to realize that everytime that he wanted to do something with his life, he felt happy ¬ ¬... and when he did it, he decided to give his life entirely to God (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;During this period (while he was postrated) the Virgin Mary appeared before him (And we should remember that he was wounded and he was convalescent for a long time), they said that this vision touched and consoled him deeply. Now... he was sick... probably suffering of fever because of the infected wounds and the lack of good doctors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;In any case, after this emotive moment he decided to go to Monserrat in spiritual retirement. Also, he was obsessed with the pilgrimage to the Holy Places... and he pilgrimaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Says that the more he fasted, the more he did penitence, prayed and that; he still felt spiritual emptiness, and like we said already, he wanted to do something more with his life and in that time, anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;That way he studies Latin first, then Logics, Physics and Theology (pretty similar) and at last, Philosophy. That is called being MULTIDISCIPLINARY, that is what makes us LUCID. You should learn from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;He was put in jail bexause he used to teach illegaly (Without permission of the Church, he teached to the kids what he knew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The years passed by, the people passed by, and that way  the circle of life twisted again. He found some friends and with them he created the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOCIETY OF JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;, under votes of poberty and castity (pretty far from what the religion was at that time and what it was for a long time) and obedience (they don't make it clear about who they should obey). The order was created to emulate Jesu's way of life... (so naive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;They were dedicated to teach the children and to do charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;During the rest of his life (when the order was accepted for the Pope Paulus III) he dedicate himself to the jesuits. He created lots of charity homes, betweem it one named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Arrepentance Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;, to redeem women that commited sins... WHICH I DON'T UNDERSTAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ah! His Order was the first one that started to send missionaries everywhere for the Christianization... IT WAS THEM!! (Sorry, I just realized something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I imagine (because i can't find the information) that he was canonized due to the great job he did for the sake of christianity in all the good pagan tribes. Nevertheless he was a good man, simple, respectful of the rights and people's duties. Humble in his opinions, wise in his knowledge, prudent in his actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;It is said on the Order's legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To the Greater Glory of God". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;If you love for deep in your heart, you're never lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-4632207196315978906?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/4632207196315978906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=4632207196315978906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/4632207196315978906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/4632207196315978906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-los-scouts-y-pa-quien-quiera-un.html' title='For the Scouts (&amp; who wants) An Ignatius of Loyola Article'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-2083978308404302527</id><published>2008-06-25T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:02:12.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mis poemas'/><title type='text'>The End (Poetry by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wish I could shine for you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I'm hurt to the last bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wish I could smile with your sweet cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I only find my bitter tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wish I could sleep with you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I'm just hugging the loneliness inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wish I could be able to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I'm losing my strenght &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To hate you is something I don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Doing that will be the grief's mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wanted to be your everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And all I've got was your turning back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Our last quarrel was the worst pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wasting the passion in useless yells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You never wanted to hear me claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I never wanted to see your stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'I'm really sorry' I'll never tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And 'forgive me' is not my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Will you sleep in my arms again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Or are you gonna make me beg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-2083978308404302527?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/2083978308404302527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=2083978308404302527' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2083978308404302527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2083978308404302527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-poesa-by-me.html' title='The End (Poetry by me)'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-2739743017704460851</id><published>2008-06-25T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:51:58.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comentarios'/><title type='text'>Trabajo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Por qué Julio no tienes festivos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;POR QUÉ!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alguien que me explique esto? Este tal Agustin no se qué que creó el calendario de festivos no se dio cuenta?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Los colombianos promedio necesitamos uno o dos lunes festivos por semana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Qué hay que hacer para que eso suceda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y preciso cuando cae festivo, tengo campamento o no puedo dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando no trabajaba, mi vida social era nula. Pero ahora, PERO AHORA!!!! si llego a la casa a las siete de la noche me puedo considerar afortunada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Es como Si la vida Scout se hubiera activado en el momento que empexé a trabajar¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No me quejo para nada. Es lo mejor... pero quiero mis festivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando haya conquistado el mundo (o alguien lo haya conquistado pra mi, que es más facil) JURO que haré de dos lunes de cada mes, día de algo, para que sea festivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hoy estoy desvariando, ya sé... pero estoy cansada^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-2739743017704460851?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/2739743017704460851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=2739743017704460851' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2739743017704460851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2739743017704460851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/06/trabajo.html' title='Trabajo!!!!'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-5304664045210013832</id><published>2008-06-14T09:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:30:14.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion personal'/><title type='text'>Sobre creeencias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Tal vez lo mejor que le puede pasar a una persona es tener la sufucuente capacidad de raciocinio como para declararse pagano o en su defecto no-creyente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cuando estás al otro lado de la linea (y me refiero al poder ver las cosas que pasan desde muchas perspectivas)  te das cuenta que a esa entidad superior a la que estás atado no le importa si pecas o no. Porque fue tu decisión hacerlo. Mucho menos le importa si crees en Ella/El o de qué manera lo haces, mientras creas.... o no; al final regresarás a ese Principio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sea lo que sea en lo que decidiste creer (porque... SORPRESA! puedes elegir en qué creer. Aunque en tu familia sean católicos y tú lo seas también por tradición... esa decisión de ser católico por tradición fue tuya), no te juzga, ni te envía al infierno. NO HAY NADA NI NADIE que pague por tí los errores que has cometido. Me enoja eso de ciertas religiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Cómo es posible  que alguien que vivió hace 2 milenios muera por pagar errores que yo cometo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Qué irresponsable de mi parte hacer que otra persona pague! qué perezosa! qué mediocre! qué hipócrita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Peor aún es la creencia de excusar mis 'pecados' en una 'posesión' maligna que debe ser extirpada de mi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Me da pesar el pobre diablo, culpable de tantas cosas que tienen su origen en la naturaleza humana... que son nuestras culpas, no las de él...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Aún peor es que el diablo no existe, entonces se le achacan las cosas al imaginario colectivo una vez más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Si he de escoger dos cosas como divino-maligno, elijo de esta manera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;CONOCIMIENTO= DIVINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;IGNORANCIA= MALIGNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nada ha hecho más daño a este mundo que el gusto que tenemos los seres humanos por la ignorancia. Esa pereza de querer ver más allá de lo que nuestra propia nariz nos permite. Esa lasitud al conformarnos con lo que nos es dado, sin ir donde nuestra curiosidad nos lleve. Siempre adoctrinados, acartonados. Todos iguales uno a otros....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-5304664045210013832?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/5304664045210013832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=5304664045210013832' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/5304664045210013832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/5304664045210013832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/06/sobre-creeencias.html' title='Sobre creeencias'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-2802295301760344051</id><published>2008-06-11T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:20:44.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosas pequeñas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No piensan que todo está un poco oscuro? amarillo mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-2802295301760344051?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/2802295301760344051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=2802295301760344051' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2802295301760344051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2802295301760344051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/06/haba.html' title=''/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-2291729024527050681</id><published>2008-06-10T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:28:38.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mis poemas'/><title type='text'>Unanamed (Poesía by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pearl and sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;as night is, just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The moon is sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As sad I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Angels fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Demons come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Will you cry, when I'm gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;While I'm dying for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Rain is falling over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Water cleans even bad feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But my soul is still sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorrow crawls upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And between my will and my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;There is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Like a dreadful wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pearl and sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As my hollow mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Evil angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Laughing my lack of might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So the moon's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Reminds me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Life is never simple, never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That is so hard to start believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but harder to believe if we're not sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-2291729024527050681?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/2291729024527050681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=2291729024527050681' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2291729024527050681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/2291729024527050681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/06/unanamed-poesa-by-me.html' title='Unanamed (Poesía by me)'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1727592573171255923.post-1263538675995842105</id><published>2008-06-10T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:26:45.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comentarios'/><title type='text'>El primer comentario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Verde, como buena Slytherin y con letra de periódico para que aburra leer.&lt;br /&gt;Son las diez de la noche pasadas y mi primer comentario va para la televisión...&lt;br /&gt;Tengo 300 canales y siempre termino viendo 'Los Simpson' en Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da pena la televisión de ahora y pánico la gente que está creciendo creyendo que Paris Hilton es 'sexy'... pobres idiotas.&lt;br /&gt;Si, uno se ríe con los amigos de ese programa y jamás se lo tomaría en serio, así no haga otra cosa más que decir 'that's hot' (Yo lo hago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pero.. y esos pobres cerebros inútiles que lo único que están cultivando ahora en su cabeza es una mancha grisácea llena de las hormiguitas que salen cuando el canal se daña? Qué hacemos con esos?&lt;br /&gt;Hay salvación? Vale la pena? Ya que no quedan sino cuatro años del mundo que conocemos, yo opino que no hagamos nada y mejor se lo dejemos a la fantasía de Stephen King en su libro CELL, ése en el que un hacker manda una señal de ultrasonido a todos los celulares de Estados Unidos y consigue hacer que el ser humano regrese a su más básico instinto con consecuencias de extinción... o casi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ese hacker no está por ahí, apoyemos al anticristo de youtube en su cruzada por abrir campos de concentración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vejez no puede estar en manos de personas que creen que ser la más caprichosa en la fiesta de quince es lo mejor de esta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dicho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Althea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1727592573171255923-1263538675995842105?l=altheasnape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/feeds/1263538675995842105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1727592573171255923&amp;postID=1263538675995842105' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/1263538675995842105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1727592573171255923/posts/default/1263538675995842105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altheasnape.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-primer-comentario.html' title='El primer comentario'/><author><name>Billith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400971723422285059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24gcRMJs8uc/TOgjpE3YxSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f5QN_zqNPyA/S220/kanatla.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
