<?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-3759226996576862113</id><updated>2011-10-16T04:05:25.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Dormi Anoche</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759226996576862113.post-3539304917455238607</id><published>2009-03-05T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:12:48.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SbCUqlYdj_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PSmpjmktpFE/s1600-h/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SbCUqlYdj_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PSmpjmktpFE/s320/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309907419979943922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759226996576862113-3539304917455238607?l=comodormianoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/3539304917455238607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759226996576862113&amp;postID=3539304917455238607' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/3539304917455238607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/3539304917455238607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/2009/03/mal.html' title='Mal'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SbCUqlYdj_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/PSmpjmktpFE/s72-c/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759226996576862113.post-1699920605553525326</id><published>2008-06-04T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:10.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asesinos Por Naturaleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SEdT5-QHwOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rmYyhx11aZY/s1600-h/558220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SEdT5-QHwOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rmYyhx11aZY/s200/558220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208223749505532130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quede por los primeros 30 minutos pegado. Aun no entiendo si la pelicula me gusto o no, pero definitivamente no me dejo indiferente. Historia de amor, violencia o critica social? Todos? Ninguna? Natural Born Killers es  loca, provocativa, extraña, original, etc.  La escena de la adolescencia de la protagonista es fuerte, o tal vez chistosa dependiendo del punto de vista. Me pregunto cuanto habra fumado, jalado e inyectado Oliver Stone para lograr esto, es algo definitivamente enfermizo. No hay limites, los personajes son insoportables, la sangre demasiada, las tomas amreantes muchas mas. Demasiado exceso para mi gusto. Esa era la idea del director diran otros y aplaudiran haciendose los intelectuales y cinefilos. Aun asi no pude dejar de verla, me mantuvo hasta el final con los nervios de punta y los ojos medio tapados&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759226996576862113-1699920605553525326?l=comodormianoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/1699920605553525326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759226996576862113&amp;postID=1699920605553525326' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/1699920605553525326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/1699920605553525326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/2008/06/asesinos-por-naturaleza.html' title='Asesinos Por Naturaleza'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SEdT5-QHwOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rmYyhx11aZY/s72-c/558220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759226996576862113.post-5535890509170627392</id><published>2008-04-28T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:11.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SBaI33dqAlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QfuGQLhW-qQ/s1600-h/slamdunkgoofy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SBaI33dqAlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QfuGQLhW-qQ/s320/slamdunkgoofy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194489713580966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SBaQk3dqAnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8HVqQNCbFxQ/s1600-h/300px-Kh2-clarabelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SBaQk3dqAnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8HVqQNCbFxQ/s200/300px-Kh2-clarabelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194498183256474226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desde siempre mi personaje de Disney favorito. Si, solo porque soy como el. No solo tonto, ridiculo y querendon, tambien confuso. ¿Que es Goofy? Todos dirán de inmediato que un perro. Seamos claros: vive con un raton y un pato por lo que no deja de ser lógico que Goofy fuera sencillamente un perro algo estupido, pero si asi es ¿que es Pluto? De pequeño pense: "no importa, son solo monitos". Pero mi trauma volvió al saber que la novia de Goofy es Clarabella: UNA VACA (la de la foto). ¿Porqué en un mundo donde hay un raton con una rata y un pato con una pata, un perro estaría con una vaca? Segun wiki es un toro que parece un perro solo por cuestiones de evolucion de la caricatura. Asi que ese perro que yo tanto adoraba era en realidad un toro. Mi ego sube: soy un toro weón. Ahora: ¿quien chucha es la mama de su hijo? Doblemente weón. No importa, soy un toro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759226996576862113-5535890509170627392?l=comodormianoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/5535890509170627392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759226996576862113&amp;postID=5535890509170627392' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/5535890509170627392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/5535890509170627392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/2008/04/goofy.html' title='Goofy'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/SBaI33dqAlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QfuGQLhW-qQ/s72-c/slamdunkgoofy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759226996576862113.post-7543354579123377190</id><published>2008-04-05T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:46:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jem - Come On Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="305" width="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us8IUuI0AK8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us8IUuI0AK8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="305" width="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on closer&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;What I'd like to do&lt;br /&gt;You sit back now&lt;br /&gt;Just relax now&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrating through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Coming over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take it slow babe&lt;br /&gt;Do it my way&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;Your reaction&lt;br /&gt;To my action&lt;br /&gt;Is what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic motion&lt;br /&gt;Raw emotion&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrating through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet sensations&lt;br /&gt;Hot temptations&lt;br /&gt;Coming over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;A twinkle in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep for ten&lt;br /&gt;And anticipating&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to wake again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When you wake up we'll&lt;br /&gt;do it all again]&lt;br /&gt;[When you wake up]&lt;br /&gt;[When you wake up we'll&lt;br /&gt;do it all again]&lt;br /&gt;[When you wake up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;of sweet pleasure&lt;br /&gt;After this I guarantee&lt;br /&gt;you'll never wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;Shut your eyes and think about&lt;br /&gt;what I'm about to do&lt;br /&gt;Sit back relax I'll take my time&lt;br /&gt;this lovin's all for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759226996576862113-7543354579123377190?l=comodormianoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/7543354579123377190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759226996576862113&amp;postID=7543354579123377190' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/7543354579123377190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/7543354579123377190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/2008/04/jem-come-on-closer.html' title='Jem - Come On Closer'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759226996576862113.post-6914366661404693286</id><published>2008-04-01T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:11.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Café</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R_L742U8C7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uFv-oMu4VE0/s1600-h/cortado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R_L742U8C7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uFv-oMu4VE0/s200/cortado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184483075131444146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entro. El humo me envuelve inmediatamente junto a la amable señorita que me besa demasiado cerca de los labios. La tengo loca, lo sé. Me saluda por mi nombre y trae lo que sabe que quiero tomar: un cortado con canela y azúcar. Se acerca a mi y estrategicamente se agacha descubriendo su escote. La tengo loca, lo sé. Entra otro tipo, al que saluda cariñosamente y besa demasiado cerca de la boca. Maldita traidora. Termino mi café, apago el cigarro, trago la soda, dejo una moneda y parto sin despedirme , sin besos. Mañana la dejo loca de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cuento de Santiago en 100 palabras (mencion Honrosa 2002, Fernando Carmona)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759226996576862113-6914366661404693286?l=comodormianoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/6914366661404693286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759226996576862113&amp;postID=6914366661404693286' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/6914366661404693286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/6914366661404693286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-caf.html' title='El Café'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R_L742U8C7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uFv-oMu4VE0/s72-c/cortado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759226996576862113.post-982313438648818357</id><published>2008-03-30T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:09:11.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_xuWU8C5I/AAAAAAAAANg/etvHU6HUDU4/s1600-h/celos-otelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_xuWU8C5I/AAAAAAAAANg/etvHU6HUDU4/s200/celos-otelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183627474696407954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estuve idiota, alterado, preocupado y muchas otras cosas que podrían terminar en –ado,&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;-ido o incluso en –òn. Pero a pesar de esto fue un buen dia: consegui que no quedara tiempo para juntarte con ese jote (no es una ofensa, solo una condición) y logre incluso darlo vuelta: (al fin) estabas celosa. Claro que no es la primera vez que lo estabas, pero si la mejor. Tengo que admitirlo:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lo disfrute, y mucho. Para que veas lo que se siente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759226996576862113-982313438648818357?l=comodormianoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/feeds/982313438648818357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759226996576862113&amp;postID=982313438648818357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/982313438648818357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759226996576862113/posts/default/982313438648818357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comodormianoche.blogspot.com/2008/03/celos.html' title='Celos'/><author><name>Fito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11430509226050402515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_rrmU8C3I/AAAAAAAAANU/cqHThn6X9R0/S220/valpo+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovk1Eaylc-s/R-_xuWU8C5I/AAAAAAAAANg/etvHU6HUDU4/s72-c/celos-otelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
