<?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-1801972261079453463</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:02:30.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depertar uno en diez</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosecantar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801972261079453463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosecantar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175989992878591134</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801972261079453463.post-3159824197943198663</id><published>2007-04-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:44:33.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canté Solo, Nadie Escucha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Canto cantando nunca lo supe hacer, hoy me senti como nunca  la gente lo hace, dichoso quel que ha podido salir y vindrar la esperanza de auqellos que día a día corren y no ven la luz de la esperanza, aquella luz que pregonan las Religiones o Colectividades Políticas en Detrimento de las Sociales. Esa es la tarea, reflexionar acerca de como será el porvenir, he caminado tanats veces por el mismo lugar, un tras otros, días se suman, como nunca antes una realidad dificil de ocultar, una casa de vidrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801972261079453463-3159824197943198663?l=nosecantar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosecantar.blogspot.com/feeds/3159824197943198663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801972261079453463&amp;postID=3159824197943198663' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801972261079453463/posts/default/3159824197943198663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801972261079453463/posts/default/3159824197943198663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosecantar.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-solo-nadie-escucha.html' title='Canté Solo, Nadie Escucha.'/><author><name>emarco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01175989992878591134</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
