<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453199314107909716</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:46:15.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453199314107909716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann Hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038466404154676912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453199314107909716.post-7216998552710206002</id><published>2009-06-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:33:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicho</title><content type='html'>como pica recordarte...&lt;br /&gt;que delgado me dejaste...&lt;br /&gt;Y es que tu no me ves,&lt;br /&gt;y es que tu no me ves,&lt;br /&gt;tu no me ves, y es que tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicho, eres un bicho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuela bicho, eres tan bicho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicho eres mi bicho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuela bicho, alto y preciso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453199314107909716-7216998552710206002?l=annhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/7216998552710206002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/2009/06/bicho.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453199314107909716/posts/default/7216998552710206002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453199314107909716/posts/default/7216998552710206002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/2009/06/bicho.html' title='Bicho'/><author><name>Ann Hurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038466404154676912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453199314107909716.post-6448581777622895852</id><published>2009-06-27T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:49:22.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time was wrong.</title><content type='html'>Juliet, when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said: I love you like the stars above,  I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us,  you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong, juliet ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453199314107909716-6448581777622895852?l=annhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' 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piel,&lt;br /&gt;que más me da si te vuelvo a ver.&lt;br /&gt;Si tú te vas, si tú te vas, si tú te vas.&lt;br /&gt;Si encuentro quien me abrace, no dejaré que escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace ya tiempo, pero es dificil olvidar el 100% de las cosas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6453199314107909716-8398501202734114560?l=annhurt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/feeds/8398501202734114560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annhurt.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-tengo-nada-que-contarte-cuando-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6453199314107909716/posts/default/8398501202734114560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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