<?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-7562138393122495335</id><updated>2011-05-16T21:58:50.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nemesis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562138393122495335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nemesis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142338458900730544</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562138393122495335.post-771146035276482037</id><published>2008-11-06T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:40:48.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Querido........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo y cosas han pasado&lt;br /&gt;has crecido y he llorado&lt;br /&gt;hemos amado y vivido&lt;br /&gt;odiado y compartido&lt;br /&gt;nos quisimos vestir de blanco una vez&lt;br /&gt;y mas que pureza... fue luto al parecer&lt;br /&gt;mas palabras ¿para que?&lt;br /&gt;si el tiempo perdido no va a volver&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones y canciones&lt;br /&gt;versos romanticos, pureza hecha ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;como ilusas avecillas quise ser quien te protegiera&lt;br /&gt;ilusa que se perdio en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;creo que es hora que vueles con alas propias&lt;br /&gt;y aprendas el peso de tus decisiones&lt;br /&gt;la vida, la vida.... hay tantas y tan variadas&lt;br /&gt;canciones, poesia, reflexiones y agonia&lt;br /&gt;no todo es dulzura y felicidad&lt;br /&gt;pero si perceveramos la podremos encontrar.....&lt;br /&gt;se nos acabo el tiempo mi vida&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay mas que hacer....&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay mas que hablar....&lt;br /&gt;es tiempo que busques refugio en alguien mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562138393122495335-771146035276482037?l=nemesis--c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/feeds/771146035276482037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7562138393122495335&amp;postID=771146035276482037' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562138393122495335/posts/default/771146035276482037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562138393122495335/posts/default/771146035276482037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/2008/11/querido.html' title=''/><author><name>nemesis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142338458900730544</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562138393122495335.post-2916364284498839393</id><published>2008-11-03T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:52:15.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No creo en el destino, creo en la concecuencia de lo que hacemos&lt;br /&gt;y a su ves somos el reflejo de nuestra historia&lt;br /&gt;un mundo destrozado un corazon y una vida rotas&lt;br /&gt;nueva vida y espectativas de la misma&lt;br /&gt;collage de ilusiones inconclusas con nuevas no resueltas&lt;br /&gt;si ya estoy viva mejor pensar que hago con mi vida&lt;br /&gt;que pensar que cuando se acaba&lt;br /&gt;no importa que pase la vida sigue y no te espera&lt;br /&gt;pero a su vez el tiempo pasa y si lo dejas puede curar tu corazon&lt;br /&gt;cambiar el camino y señalar uno nuevo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>nemesis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142338458900730544</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-7562138393122495335.post-8976676827326173586</id><published>2008-09-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:27:31.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quice creer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuestra vida fue complicada y confusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre el reconocer nuestro mundo tal como es, hasta reconocernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como grandes individuos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crecimos, lloramos, reimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eramos pequeños, fragiles e influenciables...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creiamos ser reyes del mundo en nuestro bello jardín&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te amaba, me amabas y era todo lo que necesitaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero el tiempo pasa la gente crece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el mundo cambia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una tormenta se desato y murio el rosal que yo cuidaba para tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en ruinas quedo nuestro pequeño jardin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la pena inunda el lugar porque ya no estamos ahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo te amaba tu me me amabas y crei que era lo unico que necesitaba para hacerte feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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creer...'/><author><name>nemesis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142338458900730544</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-7562138393122495335.post-420645764854248582</id><published>2008-06-30T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:52:21.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmmmm sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm creo que despertare algun dia y mirare hacia adelante&lt;br /&gt;No caminare con mis sueños en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;dejando en la nada lo que no pude ser&lt;br /&gt;Los recordare algun dia idealizando lo que no fue&lt;br /&gt;para que no moleste ni dañe, con una sonrisa los recordare&lt;br /&gt;creo que la gente la muerte y el tiempo no son cosas que dañan&lt;br /&gt;solo te enseñan y te empujan adelante&lt;br /&gt;porque cuando no quieres te obligan a seguir caminando&lt;br /&gt;que cuando sientes que no pudiste caminar&lt;br /&gt;seguiste adelante cuando las cosas se ven mejor mirar atras...&lt;br /&gt;Es reconocer la gran persona que fuiste lo valiente y fuerte para vencer lo que muchos otros no pudieron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562138393122495335-420645764854248582?l=nemesis--c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/feeds/420645764854248582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7562138393122495335&amp;postID=420645764854248582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562138393122495335/posts/default/420645764854248582'/><link rel='self' 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gran espectaculo&lt;br /&gt;creado para mi&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando las luces se apagaron cuando te vi de verdad&lt;br /&gt;todo fue triste&lt;br /&gt;yo te amaba pero mas que eso&lt;br /&gt;amaba el lindo personaje que inventaste para mi&lt;br /&gt;te guardare como un recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;y quiero recordarte como lo que fuiste&lt;br /&gt;nada mas que una linda historia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562138393122495335-5155968699240140144?l=nemesis--c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/feeds/5155968699240140144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7562138393122495335&amp;postID=5155968699240140144' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Porque la vida no es para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Porque decidieron mentir? y hacer que pensaras que tenias las posibilidades de los demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Porque la gente prefirio mentir para verte reir y no verte llorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pero cuando conoces la verdad_ lloras y ellos no estan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;la gente que dijo quererte, que no te iba a abandonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;apenas te das vuelta y miras_ no estan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Que buscaban tu cariño y amistad&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pero ¿que pasa cuando tu eres quien necesita cariño y amistad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cuando te das cuenta que perdiste tanto tiempo apoyando gent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;que cuando estabas bien te estafo y cuando llorabas_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Solo se fueron para no oirte gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Que haces con toda la tristeza que deja el vacio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Que dejo quien pensabas amar y en sus palabras escuchaste un ilusorio sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Que cuando lo necesitaste no estaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sin traumas, sin gritos, sin grandes peleas, sin un evento emocional que superar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Solo te queda el vacio de las cosas que tuviste y que ahora no estan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Como se supera algo que no es un obstaculo? ¿como superas lo que no se puede superar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;¿Quien sabe si es verdad que el tiempo se lleva la tristeza? o es posible que seas tu quien tenga que detener la vida para no dejarte llevar, tomar las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;cosas y hacer lo necesario para que toda tu tristeza no este mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Volver atras no es la solucion mirar adelante y ver tu mundo devastado es desolador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿De donde puedes obtener fuerzas cuando en lo que piensas es en comer y dormir?&lt;br /&gt;¿En que momento de nuestras vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perdemos la linda capacidad de ilucionarnos con facilidad y superar grandes tristezas con dulces juegos y pequeños placeres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puede que la tristeza que sentimos nos aleje de las lindas sensaciones y veamos nuestro mundo golpeado solo por nuestras percepciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562138393122495335-6375518671272453253?l=nemesis--c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/feeds/6375518671272453253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7562138393122495335&amp;postID=6375518671272453253' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562138393122495335/posts/default/6375518671272453253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562138393122495335/posts/default/6375518671272453253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nemesis--c.blogspot.com/2007/10/percepciones.html' title='Percepciones'/><author><name>nemesis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142338458900730544</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>
