<?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-7216639533864293410</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:51:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin Bout Life Itself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juanrecio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216639533864293410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juanrecio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JhbK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362170664619430750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVCKmNQq36o/SN1xesRzDtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jGgHOg8yJBw/S220/15042008620.jpg'/></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-7216639533864293410.post-5801484294638510512</id><published>2008-09-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:18:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning Of Love...</title><content type='html'>Lo Primero es agradecer a mi Amiga Ary por la pregunta...sabia que tarde o temprano me preguntaria eso xD peeeero yo siempre estoy one step ahead so,I`ve Thinking About it...and my answer is a little bit different...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bien,el amor es mas que una palabra,es una vivencia,es algo que forma parte de nuestro ser desde el dia en que nacemos,desde &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que damos nuestros primeros pasos o decimos nuestra primera palabra...todo eso es fruto del amor,el amor es un sentimiento que practicamente nos hace quienes somos,es lo que nos hace verdaderamente humanos,es el tu mirar a alguien a la cara y decirle lo maravilloso que es tenerlo a tu lado,es que sin importar donde,cuando o con quien este esa persona,solo deseas que sea feliz aunque tu te estes muriendo por dentro...amor es simplemente lo que somos,y lo que seremos,el amor es el combustible de mejor rendimiento y es el que no cuesta absolutamente nada... we all need somebody to believe in something,even if we are falling into the deepest hole,love makes us believe that someone in somewhere is about to come and rescue us...el amor es la medicina que mejor funciona,la que cura todas las enfermedades del espiritu,es la mejor droga,porque es la que sin hacernos daño nos sube a las nubes,el amor...realmente es lo que decidamos que sea en nuestras vidas...el amor nos quita las mascaras que nos ponemos a diario por miedo a que nos hieran...el amor es el arma de los valientes,y mas que cualquier otra cosa el amor, es la llave que abre todas las puertas que se cierran a nuestro alrededor,es la luz al final del tunel,es cada momento al lado de la persona que nos da razones para creer en un mejor mañana...Amar es simplemente eso...Amar,y nos pudiesemos pasar la vida buscando definiciones de que es amor...pero nunca terminariamos,porque cada persona en todo el mundo,en cada momento,crea una definicion distinta de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love...'/><author><name>JhbK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362170664619430750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVCKmNQq36o/SN1xesRzDtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jGgHOg8yJBw/S220/15042008620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216639533864293410.post-1806496494416777668</id><published>2008-09-26T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:36:28.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bones-Rev Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;Walking a fine line&lt;br /&gt;between wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;And I know...&lt;br /&gt;There is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;that I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;But I can't win&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;Running away from the&lt;br /&gt;world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am calling&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll hear me&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;br /&gt;To believe in something&lt;br /&gt;And I won't fear this&lt;br /&gt;When I am falling&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;br /&gt;That can mend...&lt;br /&gt;These broken bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the confines&lt;br /&gt;of the simple life&lt;br /&gt;And I am...&lt;br /&gt;Holding my head high in&lt;br /&gt;the rising tide&lt;br /&gt;And I can't win&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;Running away from the&lt;br /&gt;world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am calling&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll hear me&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;br /&gt;To believe in something&lt;br /&gt;And I won't fear this&lt;br /&gt;When I am falling&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;br /&gt;That can mend...&lt;br /&gt;These broken bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Oh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming home now&lt;br /&gt;I know...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;So far from home&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming home now&lt;br /&gt;I know...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't win&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am calling&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll hear me&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;br /&gt;To believe in something&lt;br /&gt;And I won't fear this&lt;br /&gt;When I am falling&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;br /&gt;That can mend...&lt;br /&gt;These broken bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't win&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;Running away from the&lt;br /&gt;world outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't win&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;Running away from the&lt;br /&gt;world outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Theory'/><author><name>JhbK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362170664619430750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dVCKmNQq36o/SN1xesRzDtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/jGgHOg8yJBw/S220/15042008620.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216639533864293410.post-1822275550659608240</id><published>2008-09-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:29:08.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Itself</title><content type='html'>A veces...simplemente no sabemos que hacer,decir o pensar...en los momentos mas importantes de la vida,como por ejemplo cuando perdemos a alguien,cuando queremos decir las cosas como son o simplemente cuando tratamos de realizar un sueño que se ha visto frustrado...Life itself give us the opportunity to show the world who we really are,the life give us the keys that we need to open all the closed doors in our path or simply will give us the answers that we need... la respuesta a la pregunta que tengo en mi cabeza la tienes tu,la pregunta que no me deja de rondar la cabeza,que te pasa a ti por la mente cada vez que piensas en mi,cuando me recuerdas,cuando te preguntas si estare pensando en ti,si es que eso ha llegado a pasar alguna vez,o simplemente quiero saber porque ahora y no antes...a veces pienso en todo el tiempo que hemos desperdiciado y no hemos sabido aprovechar,pero creo que siempre hay una luz al final del tunel,que cuando todo esta perdido brilla para hacernos ver las cosas como son...yo solo kiero decirte que noo quiero que digas nada,solo quiero que me mires en silencio que entendere lo que tu corazon quiere decir y simplemente te agradezco por pensar en mi... thankz 4 everything! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216639533864293410-1822275550659608240?l=juanrecio.blogspot.com' 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