tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32982624252423349012011-07-29T01:51:29.353-07:00Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-19744520191788000332011-01-21T18:29:00.000-08:002011-01-21T18:33:27.278-08:00llevo valor<br />llevo juventud<br />llevo mi fe en volver amor<br />llevo cartas que nunca te di<br />llevo la luz que nos desperto<br />llevo discos de los Beatles<br />y fotos con vos y tu gorro gris<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1974452019178800033?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-83998134387698866632011-01-19T04:15:00.001-08:002011-01-19T04:18:31.953-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/TTbWUA9Ac_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPEGawArnB0/s1600/63641_1760913820328_1163524055_32007164_1936230_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/TTbWUA9Ac_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPEGawArnB0/s320/63641_1760913820328_1163524055_32007164_1936230_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563870029004436466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Se cierra un puerta pero se abre una persiana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-8399813438769886663?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-48838930320709749912010-09-22T11:08:00.000-07:002010-09-22T11:11:04.931-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/TJpGb1ag9OI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n43TVvYT1gY/s1600/Pianista.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/TJpGb1ag9OI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n43TVvYT1gY/s320/Pianista.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519801737304667362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Pipiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii tenes nuevo hermanitooooooooooo!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />hoy lo vi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4883893032070974991?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-29423020305500111632010-09-15T10:18:00.000-07:002010-09-15T10:19:31.634-07:00na.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />de na.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2942302030550011163?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-67468769995292254862010-08-28T17:29:00.000-07:002010-08-28T17:31:07.707-07:00"Aprenderás a hacer cine, haciendo" <br /><br />"Rigor en el laburo. Hay que creertela, para que se la crean los demas." <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sssssssssss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-6746876999529225486?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-33654201452620705162010-08-24T07:27:00.000-07:002010-08-24T07:32:07.507-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/THPXweRWd2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Bt4u2vKNtBA/s1600/DeGolpeBack_02.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/THPXweRWd2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Bt4u2vKNtBA/s320/DeGolpeBack_02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508983996963780450" /></a><br /><br /><br />by Garrido H.<br /><br /><br /><br />"mira...la realidad la construyo yo, y yo digo que esto es una ventana. punto"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-3365420145262070516?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-47547792942503252592010-08-02T09:34:00.000-07:002010-08-02T09:42:08.257-07:00Domingo. 2 am. Yo sola en mi departamento.<br />suena el teléfono.<br /><br />Voz de hombre: TE AMO.<br /><br />...............................................<br /><br />Hacia tanto que no escuchaba a un hombre decirme eso.<br />me impactó. para colmo acababa de ver Vicky Cristina Barcelona, asique hasta se me paso por la cabeza que era Bardem.<br /><br />ilusa.<br /><br />no vale llamar a esa hora, con numero desconocido, y empezando la conversacion con esa frase.<br />era mi primo. agradeciendo un video que le había editado para su tesis.<br /><br />ni da.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4754779294250325259?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-19431335819379440622010-07-28T08:24:00.001-07:002010-07-28T08:25:39.289-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/TFBLzC5XpfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xUIts_ZuFjY/s1600/photoshop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/TFBLzC5XpfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xUIts_ZuFjY/s320/photoshop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498978485342283250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />te conozco de algún lado no?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1943133581937944062?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-64560667613632032822010-07-26T18:04:00.000-07:002010-07-26T18:16:52.560-07:00un mes después, la dueña de este blog transcurrió por varios momentos.<br />algunos de ellos:<br />conoció al amor de su vida (tatuajes incluidos), y después a su mujer y a su hija.<br />fué al cine y lloró. con toy story. mientras su cuasi sobrino la miraba con cara de asco.<br />se cayó en un patio de comidas.<br />perdió 8 años de vida. debido a las resacas de las vacaciones.<br /><br />dijo muchas veces que no. y muchas veces que si.<br /><br />rió muucho.<br />escribió todo en un papel.<br />miró peliculas increibles.<br /><br />eso.<br /><br />volví.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-6456066761363203282?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-36151314677146142312010-06-17T14:12:00.000-07:002010-06-17T14:33:58.087-07:00porque no hay luz.<br /><br /><br /><br />me hice cargo de tu luz,<br />que desde el cielo es tan hermosa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-3615131467714614231?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-19524493881742643512010-05-26T07:18:00.000-07:002010-05-26T07:29:40.749-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S_0uuTxdRcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UQDQngSq6bg/s1600/paraguas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S_0uuTxdRcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UQDQngSq6bg/s320/paraguas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475584095068964290" /></a><br /><br /><br />Llueve que te cagas.<br />Desde ayer.<br />Caminé dos cuadras, con mi paraguas, hasta que paso a ser un paraguas concavo.<br />No encontré taxis, paso un BMW a las chapas y me empapó, y llegué a la facu y no tenía clases.<br /><br />Que-bello-es-vivir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1952449388174264351?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-9926346849321811932010-05-16T12:37:00.000-07:002010-05-16T12:39:51.713-07:00"...el amor tiene nombre, se llama rocio y melina."<br /><br />padre mio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-992634684932181193?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-84281468784828427372010-05-09T20:18:00.000-07:002010-05-09T20:19:14.920-07:00Lunes otra vez...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-8428146878482842737?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-22015117143052222992010-05-01T16:26:00.000-07:002010-05-01T16:32:49.670-07:001º: "Primero aprendes a caminar, después aprendes a hablar, después aprendes a leer...y después aprendes a nominar los cassettes."<br /><br />2º: "Es preferible empezar con un cliché, y terminar en algo original; que empezar haciéndose el original y terminar en un cliché"<br /><br />3º: Hans solo es un genio.<br /><br />He dicho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2201511714305222299?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-91807790288558137642010-04-16T16:08:00.000-07:002010-04-16T16:43:19.360-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S8jy_b7--II/AAAAAAAAAE8/YBq7I-9lGQQ/s1600/celuloide-300x154.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S8jy_b7--II/AAAAAAAAAE8/YBq7I-9lGQQ/s320/celuloide-300x154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460881719831754882" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dirección de Fotografía.<br /><br />Incluído el viaje a comprar la película, y otro viaje para presenciar el tranfer.<br /><br /><br />El cagaso que tengooo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-9180779028855813764?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-70943035279524212782010-03-20T13:35:00.000-07:002010-03-20T13:40:06.302-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S6UyWkRfcgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OJ4nSFBLm1Q/s1600-h/SJFF_0~1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S6UyWkRfcgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OJ4nSFBLm1Q/s320/SJFF_0~1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818287277404674" /></a><br /><br /><br />she: No sé lo que quería, aquel día estaba muy enfadada.<br /><br />he: Pero estabas muy sexy, ¿sabes? Empapada por la lluvia, y tuve un impulso loco de tumbarte bajo la superficie lunar y cometer una depravación interestelar contigo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-7094303527952421278?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-26437072876600338002010-03-10T16:11:00.000-08:002010-03-10T16:12:25.785-08:00simplificalo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2643707287660033800?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-27662828369599291752010-02-26T16:55:00.001-08:002010-02-26T17:05:03.432-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S4htp1R28CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3v3QR6uzdLU/s1600-h/hoffman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S4htp1R28CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3v3QR6uzdLU/s320/hoffman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442720715121291298" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />-Quien es tu actor favorito?<br />-No se. no tengo actor favorito. no me gusta la palabra favorito.<br />-Dale elegí a uno, uno te debe gustar mas que otros...<br />-No sé...hay muchos que se yo<br />-Elegí uno. Tanto te cuesta elegir uno??Por que sos tan complicada?? siemp...<br />-Phillip seymour hoffman<br />-Quién?<br />-Phillip seymour hoffman<br />-Ni puta idea.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2766282836959929175?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-55156652824124696172010-02-19T18:46:00.000-08:002010-02-19T18:50:34.782-08:00<strong>La sensación de que acabaste de sacar la materia mas puta de todas no tiene comparación. </strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5515665282412469617?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-30652338310174200362010-02-14T17:42:00.000-08:002010-02-14T18:02:10.162-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S3irBpiiPeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yqTtQQ1L9QU/s1600-h/66666.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S3irBpiiPeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yqTtQQ1L9QU/s320/66666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438284594868796898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Chupala.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-3065233831017420036?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-61117664134524200912010-02-10T05:31:00.000-08:002010-02-10T05:38:54.665-08:00Cómo se llama esa sensación que te sube y te baja en la garganta?<br />Esa que se te pone la piel de gallina?<br />La misma que te da cosquillas en la panza?<br /><br /><br /><br />Cagaso.<br />Ca-ga-so<br /><br /><br />Huí, como una cobarde.<br /><br />Soldado que huye...sirve para otra mesa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-6111766413452420091?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-36599223523816880272010-02-05T18:03:00.000-08:002010-02-05T18:12:49.449-08:00primero: los viernes NO ME PASAN COSAS LINDAS.<br /><br />segundo: no cumplo mis promesas.<br /><br />tercero: life is a bath. con un poco de desodorante pero un bath al fin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-3659922352381688027?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-22127941464313802002010-02-03T15:18:00.000-08:002010-02-03T15:26:20.766-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S2oF_WaVDZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s-PPbhfxrgw/s1600-h/jajjajajajjajajaaj%C3%A7"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S2oF_WaVDZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/s-PPbhfxrgw/s320/jajjajajajjajajaaj%C3%A7" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434162486281833874" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />te acordas en el capítulo que Ross esta en la cabina de bronceado??<br />bueno...igual. nada más que a mi me duele todo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2212794146431380200?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-20805225015491344912010-01-28T16:06:00.000-08:002010-01-28T16:09:29.434-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S2Im_qHdrNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tW8eGQ-V_n8/s1600-h/enero2010+074.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S2Im_qHdrNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tW8eGQ-V_n8/s320/enero2010+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431946975641447634" /></a><br /><br /><br />ella: qué somos? mi tía?<br />él: shhh! la tía esta durmiendo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2080522501549134491?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-5427701532843923032010-01-14T11:07:00.000-08:002010-01-14T11:15:47.805-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S09r_hfwBlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y3ub-47hn2E/s1600-h/V%26L_03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S09r_hfwBlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y3ub-47hn2E/s320/V%26L_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426674815072208466" /></a><br /><br />nena nena que bien te ves cuando en tus ojos no importa si las horas bajan<br /><br /><br /><br />foto: hans solo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-542770153284392303?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-22892946932583089142010-01-08T05:51:00.000-08:002010-01-08T06:28:17.177-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S0dA5u8OuNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yzLzemVbZvI/s1600-h/BEIRUT~3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/S0dA5u8OuNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yzLzemVbZvI/s320/BEIRUT~3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424375636788426962" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2289294693258308914?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-3869383887694131092009-12-16T19:08:00.000-08:002009-12-16T19:33:05.939-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Symlb-5Vz7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/O2TN9cNu_iA/s1600-h/fuck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Symlb-5Vz7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/O2TN9cNu_iA/s320/fuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416041927048286130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Noooooooooooooooooo pienses q fue el erroooooooooooor<br />ni el paracetamooooooooooooooooooooooooool<br />ninguna interven cion fantasma<br />traeeeeeeeeeeeeeee la noche confusiooooooooooooon<br />los grises son legióoooooooooooooooooooon<br />comprendo que te sue ne la alarma<br /><br />voy a sentarme a<br />esperar que caigas.<br /><br /><br /><br />asadooooooooooooooooooooygintonicssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ya!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-386938388769413109?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-11883005349295547222009-12-05T15:18:00.000-08:002009-12-05T15:27:05.972-08:00"El sonido, en física, es cualquier fenómeno que involucre la propagación en forma de ondas elásticas (sean audibles o no), generalmente a través de un fluido (u otro medio elástico) que esté generando el movimiento vibratorio de un cuerpo"<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1188300534929554722?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-23819704743843183592009-11-26T09:33:00.000-08:002009-11-26T09:36:17.042-08:00ella:...che sabes que tengo una profesora de apellido G........i que me parece que tiene un hermano que es groso en tu facu. no te suena?<br />el:......<br />ella:che...<br />el:no me acuerdo ni de tu apellido me voy a acordar el de un profesor careta?<br />ella:...<br />el: ajkajkajjajajajak<br />ella: ajakjakjajajjaja<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2381970474384318359?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-69164913163244562642009-11-23T15:35:00.000-08:002009-11-23T15:56:19.557-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SwsgSlriUNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AWtvPoW6cKQ/s1600/blablsa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SwsgSlriUNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AWtvPoW6cKQ/s320/blablsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407451281312862418" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />que ves cuando ves?<br /><br />Yo veo flores.luces.agua.pasto.sol.sol.sol.lluvia.hojas.arboles.flores.sol.pasto.madera.tierra.agua.sol.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />el sol entra por el lente.<br />a veces.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-6916491316324456264?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-42123344733057876072009-11-02T17:28:00.000-08:002009-11-02T17:29:07.246-08:00odiemos, total.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />que importa?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4212334473305787607?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-72094873027435625932009-10-11T23:04:00.000-07:002009-10-11T23:06:50.606-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/StLHVN8x4EI/AAAAAAAAADs/S_2BNKox_zw/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/StLHVN8x4EI/AAAAAAAAADs/S_2BNKox_zw/s320/Dibujo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590871251673154" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-7209487302743562593?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-41313926649346540472009-09-23T16:28:00.000-07:002009-09-23T16:46:20.807-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SrqyihlmsKI/AAAAAAAAADk/eOx-Gu4i4ZU/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SrqyihlmsKI/AAAAAAAAADk/eOx-Gu4i4ZU/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384812610676240546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Gabi.<br />Dino.<br />Javi.<br />Juanca.<br /><br /><br />p/d: a veces tengo ganas de irme para alla. quien sabe?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4131392664934654047?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-1356201385694019732009-09-19T09:48:00.001-07:002009-09-19T09:50:23.410-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SrULfNULM-I/AAAAAAAAADc/m_n_ETRZWgw/s1600-h/festival_de_cine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 64px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SrULfNULM-I/AAAAAAAAADc/m_n_ETRZWgw/s320/festival_de_cine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383221560369427426" /></a><br /><br /><br />Eduardo Russo<br />Paula Hernandez<br />Mauro Andrizzi<br />Jose Maria Gomez<br />Paola Rizzi<br /><br />Im your dog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-135620138569401973?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-90226483333602782322009-09-11T17:47:00.000-07:002009-09-11T17:50:42.030-07:00Puede que siempre salga con la mía <br />Eso no se discute acá.<br /><br />Pero que alguien salte con "no soy tan romantico con el viento" me da indicios de que voy en buen camino.<br /><br />Decime que todo va a estar bien.<br />Juro que te creo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-9022648333360278232?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-91053405349254514362009-09-01T16:20:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:12:07.086-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sp22reN97NI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rYYL76T8LQ/s1600-h/devandra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sp22reN97NI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rYYL76T8LQ/s320/devandra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376654388112518354" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Todos los Dolores ya se van y el grafitti dice Peter Pan y el zoologico de arcoiris <br /><strong>Arcoirá, arcoirá </strong>.<br /><br />y tambien me siento como un niño.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-9105340534925451436?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-19642570080066724942009-08-22T17:41:00.000-07:002009-08-22T17:43:12.189-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SpCQYaSUr7I/AAAAAAAAADM/fXVfjRj6ny4/s1600-h/banksy4-778147.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SpCQYaSUr7I/AAAAAAAAADM/fXVfjRj6ny4/s320/banksy4-778147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372953104500436914" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />dije que amo a Bansky?<br /><br /><br />pues amo a Bansky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1964257008006672494?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-83687737908705027192009-08-15T09:49:00.000-07:002009-08-15T09:52:25.561-07:0025.<br />un cuarto de siglo.<br /><br />Mi mamá a esta edad tenia un trabajo(horrible)estable, estaba casada, y tenia una hija. <br /><br /><br />HUGH!<br /><br />hoy gin tonics.<br />invito yo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-8368773790870502719?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-42596830821583751032009-08-12T15:46:00.000-07:002009-08-12T15:55:48.308-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SoNIYLN_S0I/AAAAAAAAADE/NYCoRK68EEQ/s1600-h/ninos-riendo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SoNIYLN_S0I/AAAAAAAAADE/NYCoRK68EEQ/s320/ninos-riendo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369214760921287490" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong>RECORDAR</strong>: sonreir por cualquier pelotudez. <br />las pelotudeces lindas salvan, alegran y fortalecen los minutos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4259683082158375103?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-12503664239569689672009-08-08T16:54:00.000-07:002009-08-08T17:11:43.115-07:00el:blabalblablablablabla<strong>noseentiendeelleivmotiv</strong>blablablablabla<strong>haytomashermosasperonosejustifican</strong>blablablalba<strong>noseentiendeesaescena</strong>blablablabla<strong>hayunfallonarrativo</strong>blablabla<br /><br />ella: ......<br /><br />el: decime algo. que te parece lo que te estoy diciendo? porque no me miras a los ojos y estas ahí sin decir nada...<br /><br />ella: te digo lo que pienso?<br /><br />el: por favor...<br /><br />ella: me parece que deje que la historia se manipule demasiado. Fueron muchos dedos escribiéndola y muchos ojos dirigiéndola. Ahora ya no puedo hacer nada.<br /><br />el: si podes hacer. el montaje es mágico.<br /><br />ella: no. traicione la historia y ahora me tengo que bancar las consecuencias. Me parece que la mayoría de las cosas se entiende...a vos te hace ruido porque queres que sea demasiado explicita para mi gusto. Sobreestimas al espectador.<br /><br />....................................................................<br /><br /><br /><br />la puta madre que te parió.<br />y la puta madre que me parió.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1250366423956968967?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-57474257330501609912009-08-01T11:03:00.000-07:002009-08-01T11:26:32.433-07:00ella: no hay cancion mas hermosa que creep.<br />el: creep? la de radiohead? <br />ella: creep la de radiohead.<br />el: no se...no me parece...hay otras mas buenas.<br />ella: es hermosa...me hace acordar a vos.<br />el: a mi...mirá. y por qué te hace acordar a mi?<br />ella: porque es triste.<br />el: bah...mirá. soy triste?<br />ella: no. yo soy la triste...vos sos el especial.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5747425733050160991?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-29765076438642764622009-07-17T21:08:00.000-07:002009-07-17T21:11:52.492-07:007 veces vomite hoy.<br />7.<br /><br /><br /><br />los hermanos gallagher tenian razon.<br />te seca el alma.<br /><br /><br />7.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2976507643864276462?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-7580064027532743632009-07-08T08:41:00.000-07:002009-07-08T08:58:14.346-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SlTBjKE_hDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TY32HjmAIYk/s1600-h/JohnFrusciante_L.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SlTBjKE_hDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TY32HjmAIYk/s320/JohnFrusciante_L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356118666595238962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />life is a bath.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />me dañaste otra vez.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-758006402753274363?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-80938732997178340252009-06-28T08:52:00.000-07:002009-06-28T09:06:00.712-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SkeUYINlJcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FfuyXuNpdFQ/s1600-h/dedos.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SkeUYINlJcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FfuyXuNpdFQ/s320/dedos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409824395339202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />whaaaaa<br />we're out in the field<br />and I don't mind<br />I'll make you love me<br />till the day you die<br />come'on touch me I'm sick<br />fuck me I'm sick<br />come'on baby now come with me<br />you don't come<br />you don't come<br />you don't come<br />you'll die alone <br />come'on baby now come with me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-8093873299717834025?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-64511747512317474832009-06-16T16:16:00.000-07:002009-06-16T16:18:43.838-07:00te veo bajando las escaleras con la guitarra en la mano.<br />triste.<br />te prendes un pucho, y seguis caminando, hasta que te perdes entre la gente.<br /><br /><br /><br />eso veo.<br />eso quiero.<br /><br /><br />con "Me cago en el amor" de fondo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-6451174751231747483?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-29627116168555610262009-06-03T18:07:00.000-07:002009-06-03T18:20:35.202-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SichHJfuGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/4OjiAC9Wi3Y/s1600-h/violin2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SichHJfuGGI/AAAAAAAAACs/4OjiAC9Wi3Y/s320/violin2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275889590147170" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />comebacky.<br /><br />feliz.<br />"Cómo puedo decirte" se graba.<br />Con musica de Cat Stevens, y el violinista (ineedaviolinist!) y la escena que sube las escaleras con el violin en las manos.<br />Se graba.<br /><br />Feliz. miles de quilombos.<br />pero regrabables.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hoy toooooodo tiene aroma a celuloide.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-2962711616855561026?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-19833192578887802252009-05-25T14:31:00.000-07:002009-05-25T14:41:04.885-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/ShsP3YR9ucI/AAAAAAAAACk/o5Iu_q9RwjE/s1600-h/aire.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/ShsP3YR9ucI/AAAAAAAAACk/o5Iu_q9RwjE/s320/aire.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339879227262876098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Can`t go back.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ihopeso.<br />plissssssssss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1983319257888780225?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-12877282817967117392009-05-22T18:34:00.000-07:002009-05-22T18:44:25.396-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/ShdUYwSPlFI/AAAAAAAAACc/pW5-G56YBLU/s1600-h/teveo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/ShdUYwSPlFI/AAAAAAAAACc/pW5-G56YBLU/s320/teveo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338828667526026322" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Adivina que veo?<br /><br /><br /><br />Box producciones.-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1287728281796711739?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-42741464475186450322009-05-15T19:30:00.000-07:002009-05-15T20:28:02.275-07:00Malas: <br />Tengo una gripe de la hostia.<br />Estoy medicada.<br />Mañana hay fiesta y no puedo tomar una gota de alcohol.<br />Estoy mas mañosa de lo normal.<br />Me vino ayer.<br /><br /><br />Buenas:<br />Me saque un muybiendiezfelicitado en montaje.<br />Me cocinaron.<br />Me mimaron.<br />Capaz que mi guión se grabe.<br />Me regalaron un té de manzana, canela y miel riquisimo.<br />Van a tocar en violín una canción de FRU para mi.<br />Hay risas en el depto.<br />Encontré el álbum de Pixies que había perdido.<br />Una amiga se esta por recibir.<br />Hoy lo vi, y me vio.<br /><br /><br />Y los viernes im in love, y no es tan fría la vida los viernes, y blablablabla.<br /><br /><br />(sepan entender mi pelotudez)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4274146447518645032?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-30627374442611676332009-05-09T17:23:00.000-07:002009-05-09T17:45:20.568-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SgYiFU8KJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/KEBH-_yG3UU/s1600-h/diagonales.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SgYiFU8KJCI/AAAAAAAAACU/KEBH-_yG3UU/s320/diagonales.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988283582653474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />allá arriba.<br />subiré.<br />por las diagonales.<br />subiré.<br />ya lo vas a ver.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />vamos?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-3062737444261167633?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-54499788194087623232009-05-02T08:54:00.000-07:002009-05-02T09:00:34.968-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sfxs95lZnFI/AAAAAAAAACM/jGoJ3wM7t6E/s1600-h/noni.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sfxs95lZnFI/AAAAAAAAACM/jGoJ3wM7t6E/s320/noni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331255869585333330" /></a><br /><br />SHH!!SSSSHHHH!!<br /><br />ITS, OH, SO QUIET...<br /><br /><br />(findesemanademierrrrda)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5449978819408762323?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-56814239753260004432009-04-30T16:59:00.000-07:002009-04-30T17:21:14.679-07:00Llegué hoy, después de una semana que, para mí, duró 15 días.<br />Llegué cansada, con ganas de descansar.<br /><br />Y me encontré con la noticia de que los pinos de mi casa tienen que ser cortados.<br />Así. Punto.<br />Sin posibilidad de decir nada.<br />Dos vecinas hicieron la denuncia a la Defensoría del vecino, y la municipalidad dijo que si, que tenían que ser cortados porque los vecinos corren riesgos.<br /><br /><br />Son pinos que los vi toda mi vida, aún cuando no vivía en esa casa. Tienen un gran significado para mi familia. Mis papás compraron la casa por esos pinos. Son 47, que fueron plantados hace 50 años.<br />Se ven en todo el pueblo.<br /><br /><br />No puedo deshacerme de la bronca que siento... <br /><br />Esas dos vecinas son unas conchudas. <em><strong>Conchùdas.</strong></em><br />Esta la van a pagar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5681423975326000443?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-57395086663829944002009-04-24T18:02:00.001-07:002009-04-24T18:21:19.368-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SfJkjJxUYtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aT2d7_09Ocw/s1600-h/stencil_5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/SfJkjJxUYtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aT2d7_09Ocw/s320/stencil_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328431864213693138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Nos invade el amor.<br /><br />Thank you Banksy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5739508666382994400?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-12764407596228115992009-04-22T13:06:00.000-07:002009-04-22T13:21:39.038-07:00No hables de casualidades.<br />No hables de inconciencias.<br /><br />La cosa es asi.<br /><br />Nada es "porque si".<br />No existe el "porque si".<br /><br />La estructura y el eje ya estan ahi. Vos das el equilibrio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-1276440759622811599?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-35047399283861791422009-04-18T19:12:00.000-07:002009-04-18T19:27:05.876-07:00"esperame dos minutos madre..."<br />"ok. Te lo imprimo, pero banca 5"<br />"te paso a buscar, espera"<br />"siiii...es facilisimo...aguante que ya me desocupo"<br />"me podrías esperar que ya termino acá y vamos a lo tuyo"<br />"esperen que averiguo si tiene cupo la tarjeta"<br />"aguarde en linea, que sera atendido en breve"<br /><br /><br />Lareputamadrequelosremilparioavosaeldelasfotosaldelvideoclubalaviejarepodridadelciberalpelotudoquemedicemadreyatodoslosquehoymedijeronmilveceselverboesperar<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-3504739928386179142?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-45884057874915694502009-04-18T09:49:00.000-07:002009-04-18T09:56:40.052-07:00La teoría de las piletas.<br /><br />1º- Hay algunos que se bañan en piletas pelopincho. Esos vienen de rebote.<br />2º- Hay otros que se bañan en piletas de natación. Esos la tienen que remar.<br />3º- Y otros que se bañan en las piletas de un spa. De esos ni hablar.<br /><br /><br />Suena I touch myself.-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-4588405787491569450?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-68015688043850720082009-04-15T17:38:00.000-07:002009-04-15T17:49:11.750-07:00el: (...) hay plano que no tendrías que haber hecho, el primero no se entiende quien es la protagonista, el segundo no se entiende que es un ascensor...ahí no sobraría un plano detalle...los demás están bien...y el de la bolsa...no se...todo el mundo sabe que antes de parir se rompe bolsa?...chicos: todos sabes que se rompe bolsa?...<br /><br /><br />chicos: noooo!!!<br /><br />yo: ??????????<br /><br />el: jajajjaa...no me mires así...no todo el mundo sabe que se rompe bolsa...somos unos pelotudos...vos tenes que explicar, tenes que mostrar todo, partí de la base que <strong>los espectadores son unos boludos a quienes les tenes que explicar todo.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />corto y consiso.<br />me siento una boluda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-6801568804385072008?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-9379968729564058412009-04-12T19:01:00.000-07:002009-04-12T19:41:08.135-07:00Cuando yo tenia 18 años, los pibes de mi edad se vestían como mi papá.<br />Jeans Wrangler hasta el ombligo, remeras de algodón adentro, zapatos leñadores, usaban gel hasta en los pelos de las orejas, y pasaban horas hablando de la dupla Crespo-Batistuta, dándose consejos para una mejor autosatisfaccion, y si en una de esas se acercaban a nosotras(con varias copas de mas) no podían dejar de mirarnos el escote mientras bailabamos la canción del pimpollo.<br /><br />Hoy, los de 18, hablan de políticas de estado, de si The Kings o Nick Drake, tocan Fenders, se visten a lo Stroke, caminan y detrás de ellos 10 rubias groupies, están llenos de tatuajes y de aros.<br /><br /><br />No puedo salir con uno de 18.<br />Es injusto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-937996872956405841?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-58253937282679964722009-04-10T16:25:00.000-07:002009-04-10T16:45:41.085-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3Q_6I0018c&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3Q_6I0018c&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />ooooooooooooohhh maybe!<br /><br /><br />sos todo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5825393728267996472?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-73085975201703460342009-04-08T15:11:00.000-07:002009-04-08T15:35:45.972-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sd0i05FkKGI/AAAAAAAAABo/krWhUKo9bJE/s1600-h/Paris-la-nuit-1932-brassai.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322448626694498402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sd0i05FkKGI/AAAAAAAAABo/krWhUKo9bJE/s320/Paris-la-nuit-1932-brassai.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>fotos fotos y mas fotos. citas. guiños de ojos. risas. sol en la cara. calles. lluvia. flores.</div><div> </div><div>Nos vemos por estos <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">días</span> en <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">París</span>.</div><div> </div><div>( merci Brassaï )</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-7308597520170346034?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-85806043023605652082009-04-05T00:21:00.000-07:002009-04-05T01:01:03.763-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sdhk4mVgyDI/AAAAAAAAABg/NEg0brbJkQY/s1600-h/WoodyAllen1996.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321113883264469042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sdhk4mVgyDI/AAAAAAAAABg/NEg0brbJkQY/s320/WoodyAllen1996.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>eehh...no te excites, ok? esto...esto que me dices es fantástico...hazme un sitio en la cama, guapa....porque sabes?...bueno, es maravilloso...sabes? Nos lo estamos pasando muy bien, pero tu eres una niña y...y quiero que no lo olvides...quiero que disfrutes conmigo, sabes? con mi sarcástico sentido del humor y...con mi asombrosa técnica sexual...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-8580604302360565208?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-76880396750398770932009-04-03T19:55:00.000-07:002009-04-03T20:00:10.560-07:00Los viernes me pasan cosas lindas.<br /><br /><br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-7688039675039877093?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-50733133275836979782009-04-02T16:10:00.000-07:002009-04-02T16:14:57.016-07:00Dame unas flores.<br />Dame un dia.<br />Dame una medalla.<br />Dame un poco de plata.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />y por què no me das un arma, como la que me diste cuando tenìa 18 años?<br />dale...dàmela.<br />asì termino lo que empezaste.<br />y despuès llamame Heroe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5073313327583697978?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-85836694851030255872009-03-28T19:48:00.000-07:002009-03-28T20:03:27.655-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sc7iCUF52fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hzqw-2Luhv0/s1600-h/radiohead.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318436739352222194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/Sc7iCUF52fI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hzqw-2Luhv0/s320/radiohead.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Me he perdido. V<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">olveré</span>, no os <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">preocupeis</span>"</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>smile.and just go.</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-8583669485103025587?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-1710925959661477562009-03-22T22:17:00.000-07:002009-03-22T22:19:02.615-07:00Quiero una nueva <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pc</span>. con <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">muuuucha</span> memoria <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ram</span> y una placa de <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">video</span>.<br />Quiero una <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sony</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hdv</span>.<br />Quiero pasajes a buenos aires para mayo.<br />Quiero una entrada para ver a oasis.<br />Y <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">también</span> quiero un novio que se parezca a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">John</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Frusciante</span>. En todos los sentidos.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">podrían</span> dar una mano no?si...a ustedes les hablo.<br />Tienen una semana para pensarlo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-171092595966147756?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-7338494355578345622009-03-22T14:32:00.000-07:002009-03-22T14:42:04.121-07:00Dos vagabundos, para ver el mundo<br />hay tanto mundo para ver<br />los dos buscamos el mismo arco iris<br />que nos aguarda al final de la curva ...<br />Mi fiel amigo, el río de luna y yo.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Volví</span> al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blogworld</span>.<br />Espero que sume.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-733849435557834562?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298262425242334901.post-54811230146204991952009-03-21T18:54:00.000-07:002009-03-21T19:14:12.794-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/ScWbMdjy7DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ym2udGuuKoU/s1600-h/1228033546513_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315825573576240178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZWiKLjsW70/ScWbMdjy7DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ym2udGuuKoU/s320/1228033546513_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p><strong>hoy llamo al service.</strong></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298262425242334901-5481123014620499195?l=porquenonaciescolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12478410194784204852noreply@blogger.com0