<?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-10755845</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:18:13.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Que Me Suena</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755845.post-113229130473429417</id><published>2005-11-17T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T21:22:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears From the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nunca le había puesto atención a la letra de esta canción, pero hoy.. un dia de aquellos, sus letras han entrado en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep so I went out walking&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you and hearing us talking&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;Echo now, inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel something falling from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad I made the angels cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I reach in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon, tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't fair this thing called loving&lt;br /&gt;When one step there and the other feels nothing&lt;br /&gt;I would have done anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, baby I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I keep from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;But at night when the sky gets dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I reach in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, Stop haunting me&lt;br /&gt;It should be easy&lt;br /&gt;As easy as when you stopped wanting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;I reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I reach in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;but tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;can't wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon, tears from the moon&lt;br /&gt;Tears from the moon, tears from the moon&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/10755845-113229130473429417?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/113229130473429417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=113229130473429417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/113229130473429417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/113229130473429417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/11/tears-from-moon.html' title='Tears From the Moon'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10755845.post-112001727607297955</id><published>2005-06-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:54:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrubs / TLC</title><content type='html'>A scrub is a guy that thinks he’s fly&lt;br /&gt;And is also known as a buster (busta, busta...)&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin’ about what he wants&lt;br /&gt;And just sits on his broke ass&lt;br /&gt;So (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want your number (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to give you mine and (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to meet you nowhere (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want none of your time and (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at meI don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a scrub checkin’ me&lt;br /&gt;But his game is kinda weak&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he cannot approach me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m lookin’ like class and he’s lookin’ like trash&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get wit’ no deadbeat ass&lt;br /&gt;So (no) (yea, yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want your number (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to give you mine and (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to meet you nowhere (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want none of your time (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at meI don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have a car and you’re walking&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes son I’m talking to you&lt;br /&gt;If you live at home wit’ your momma&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes son I’m talking to you (baby)&lt;br /&gt;If you have a shorty that you don’t show love&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes son I’m talking to you (yea yea yea yea...)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get with me with no money&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I don’t want no (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no scrub, no love)&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no no)&lt;br /&gt;(no scrub, no love)&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no no no no no)&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no no)No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at meI don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at meI don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left eye:&lt;br /&gt;See, if you can’t spatially expand my horizon&lt;br /&gt;Then that leaves you in a class with scrubs never risin’&lt;br /&gt;I don’t find it surprisin’&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have the g’s&lt;br /&gt;To please me and bounce from here to the coast of overseas&lt;br /&gt;So, let me give you somethin’ to think aboutInundate your mind with intentions to turn you out&lt;br /&gt;Can’t forget the focus on the picture in front of me&lt;br /&gt;You as clear as dvd on digital tv screen&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy my appetite with something spectacular&lt;br /&gt;Check your vernacular&lt;br /&gt;And then I get back to ya&lt;br /&gt;With diamond like precision&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable is what I envision&lt;br /&gt;Can’t detect acquisition&lt;br /&gt;From your friend’s expedition&lt;br /&gt;Mr. big willy if you really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Ask chilli, could I be a silly ho&lt;br /&gt;Not really, t-boz and all my senoritas&lt;br /&gt;Is steppin’ on your filas&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t hear me though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at meI don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at meI don’t want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend’s ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-112001727607297955?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/112001727607297955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=112001727607297955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/112001727607297955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/112001727607297955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/06/scrubs-tlc.html' title='Scrubs / TLC'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-111679446710122761</id><published>2005-05-22T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:41:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss You / Incubus</title><content type='html'>To see you when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Is a gift&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think could be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;as I do&lt;br /&gt;Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me that&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line&lt;br /&gt;if I said,&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture,&lt;br /&gt;I smell your skin on&lt;br /&gt;The empty pillow next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days,&lt;br /&gt;But already I'm wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again&lt;br /&gt;Whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;that I care,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-111679446710122761?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/111679446710122761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=111679446710122761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/111679446710122761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/111679446710122761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-miss-you-incubus.html' title='I miss You / Incubus'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-111568092308714675</id><published>2005-05-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:22:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y / Luis Miguel</title><content type='html'>Y que hiciste del amor que me juraste&lt;br /&gt;Y que has hecho de los besos que te di&lt;br /&gt;Y que escuza puedes darme si fallaste&lt;br /&gt;Y mataste la esperanza que hubo en mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que ingrato es el destino que me hiere&lt;br /&gt;Y que absurda la razon de mi pasión&lt;br /&gt;Y que necio es este amor que no se muere&lt;br /&gt;Y prefiere perdonarte tu traición&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y  pensar que en mi vida fuiste flama&lt;br /&gt;Y el caudal de mi gloria fuiste tu&lt;br /&gt;Y llegue a quererte con el alma&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy me mata de tristeza tu actitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a que debo dime entonces tu abandono&lt;br /&gt;Y en que ruta tu promesa se perdió&lt;br /&gt;Y si dices la verdad yo te perdono&lt;br /&gt;Y te llevo de recuerdo junto a Dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pensar que en mi vida fuiste flama&lt;br /&gt;Y el caudal de mi gloria fuiste tu&lt;br /&gt;Y llegué a quererte con el alma&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy me mata de tristeza tu actitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a que debo dime entonces tu abandono&lt;br /&gt;Y en que ruta tu promesa se perdio&lt;br /&gt;Y si dices la verdad yo te perdono&lt;br /&gt;Y te llevo de recuerdo junto a Dios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-111568092308714675?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/111568092308714675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=111568092308714675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/111568092308714675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/111568092308714675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/05/y-luis-miguel.html' title='Y / Luis Miguel'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-111172303346713107</id><published>2005-03-24T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:57:13.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE ALGUIEN ME DIGA (Gilberto Santarrosa)</title><content type='html'>Vaya que hoy si pega y muuucho esta cancion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE ALGUIEN ME DIGA (Gilberto Santarrosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los dias pasan, y yo me siento,&lt;br /&gt;sin darte un  beso, como uno mas,&lt;br /&gt;cada mañana, hago el intento,&lt;br /&gt;para olvidarte, pero que va,&lt;br /&gt;tu recuerdo me golpea, aqui en el alma cada ves que me descuido,&lt;br /&gt;como un cazador furtivo  me persigue por toda esta soledad,&lt;br /&gt;cuando creo que por fin ya te he olvidado y que voy a enamorarme&lt;br /&gt;aparece de la nada  tu recuerdo y no soy nadie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que alguien me diga,&lt;br /&gt;como se olvida,&lt;br /&gt;como se arranca para siempre&lt;br /&gt;un amor del corazon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que alguien me ayude,&lt;br /&gt;se ma hace urgente,&lt;br /&gt;ando buscando entre la gente&lt;br /&gt;quien me quite este dolor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busco alguien que me quiera por siempre,&lt;br /&gt;que me acepte en realidad como soy,&lt;br /&gt;ese alguien que me de su cariño,&lt;br /&gt;la que sea venga a mi por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-111172303346713107?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/111172303346713107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=111172303346713107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/111172303346713107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/111172303346713107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/03/que-alguien-me-diga-gilberto.html' title='QUE ALGUIEN ME DIGA (Gilberto Santarrosa)'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110995012059702796</id><published>2005-03-04T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T07:28:40.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Chameleon / Culture Club</title><content type='html'>Desert loving in your eyes all the way&lt;br /&gt;if I listen to your lies would you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man without conviction&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man who doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;How to sell a contradiction&lt;br /&gt;You come and go you come and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;Loving would be easy if the colours were like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and green&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't hear your wicked words every day&lt;br /&gt;and you used to be so sweet I heard you say&lt;br /&gt;That my love was an addiction&lt;br /&gt;When we cling our love is strong&lt;br /&gt;When you go you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;You string along You string along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;Loving would be easy if the colours were like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and green&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is like survival&lt;br /&gt;You're my lover not my rival&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is like survival&lt;br /&gt;You're my lover not my rival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man without conviction&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man who doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;How to sell a contradiction&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;you come and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma Karma Karma Karma Karma Chameleon&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;You come and go&lt;br /&gt;Loving would be easy if the colours were like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and green&lt;br /&gt;Red, gold and green&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110995012059702796?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110995012059702796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110995012059702796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110995012059702796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110995012059702796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/03/karma-chameleon-culture-club_04.html' title='Karma Chameleon / Culture Club'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110904859938159231</id><published>2005-02-21T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:03:19.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal vEz / Grupo Revelacao</title><content type='html'>Eu quis um dia te dar&lt;br /&gt;A luz pra iluminar&lt;br /&gt;O escuro da solidão, não deu&lt;br /&gt;Lutei pra te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;De tudo fiz pra mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Foi frande a decepção,valeu&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade apertar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou chorar,mas se o meu pranto rolar,deixa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a solidão chegar&lt;br /&gt;Querendo me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou desanimar&lt;br /&gt;Jamais vou me entregar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou cantar,vou compor,pra esquecer essa dor...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia... Um dia eu vou encontrar minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu já perdoei as maldades que você me fez.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus querida até um dia quem sabe até,talvez,que pena o nosso amor disfez,que pena,que pena o nosso amor disfez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110904859938159231?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110904859938159231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110904859938159231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110904859938159231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110904859938159231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/02/tal-vez-grupo-revelacao.html' title='Tal vEz / Grupo Revelacao'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110904571556646947</id><published>2005-02-21T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:15:15.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesong / The Cure</title><content type='html'>Whenever I’m alone with you you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I am home again whenever I’m alone with&lt;br /&gt;You you make me feel like I am whole again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I’m alone with you you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I am young again whenever I’m alone with&lt;br /&gt;You you make me feel like I am fun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However far away I will always love you however&lt;br /&gt;Long I stay I will always love you whatever&lt;br /&gt;Words I say I will always love you I will always&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I’m alone with you you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I am free again whenever I’m alone with&lt;br /&gt;You you make me feel like I am clean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However far away I will always love you however&lt;br /&gt;Long I stay I will always love you whatever&lt;br /&gt;Words I say I will always love you I will always&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110904571556646947?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110904571556646947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110904571556646947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110904571556646947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110904571556646947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/02/lovesong-cure.html' title='Lovesong / The Cure'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110858819801958988</id><published>2005-02-16T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:09:58.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Tu No Estas Aqui</title><content type='html'>Simple y sencillamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosana&lt;br /&gt;Si Tu No Estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí me sobra el aire&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar así&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás la gente se hace nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí no sé&lt;br /&gt;Que diablos hago amándote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí sabrás&lt;br /&gt;Que Dios no va a entender por qué te vas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí me falta el sueño&lt;br /&gt;No quiero andar así&lt;br /&gt;Latiendo un corazón de amor sin dueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí no sé...&lt;br /&gt;Derramaré mis sueños si algún día no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;Lo más grande se hará lo más pequeño&lt;br /&gt;Pasearé en un cielo sin estrellas esta vez&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de entender quién hizo un infierno el paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te vayas nunca porque&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí me quema el aire&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí no sé...&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estás aquí&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110858819801958988?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110858819801958988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110858819801958988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110858819801958988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110858819801958988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/02/si-tu-no-estas-aqui.html' title='Si Tu No Estas Aqui'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110853307519400710</id><published>2005-02-16T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:51:15.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabricante de mentiras</title><content type='html'>El era un fabricante de mentiras,&lt;br /&gt; el tenia las historias de carton.&lt;br /&gt;Su vida era una fabula de lata&lt;br /&gt;sus ojos eran luces de neon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca tengas fe que sus mentiras puedan traer dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella era una tipica inocente&lt;br /&gt;zapatos negros, medias de algodon&lt;br /&gt;que solo era feliz en el colegio,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca tuvo en su piel amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inutil es decir que lo que le dijeron lo creyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querran saber el fin de nuestra historia,&lt;br /&gt;algunos lo podran imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;la niña que sin pena y sin gloria perdio sus medias y su castidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso es condenar al que se burla de nuestra moral.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay alguien que nadie puede explicar:&lt;br /&gt;por que la niña rie en vez de llorar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110853307519400710?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110853307519400710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110853307519400710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110853307519400710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110853307519400710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/02/fabricante-de-mentiras.html' title='Fabricante de mentiras'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110851173712373528</id><published>2005-02-15T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:55:37.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>Again and Again and Again.... the history is come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre Love Triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It’s no problem of mine but it’s a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I can’t leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won’t set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it’s what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You’ll say the words that I can’t say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way,&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think you’re what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then we’d never see just what we’re meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You’ll say the words that I can’t say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110851173712373528?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110851173712373528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110851173712373528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110851173712373528'/><link rel='self' 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I met you, you were so unique&lt;br /&gt;Had a little thing I'd love to keep&lt;br /&gt;Every movement carried so much mystique&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then I'd carry on,&lt;br /&gt;to you I knew my heart belonged&lt;br /&gt;You, you give me something&lt;br /&gt;Something that nobody else can give&lt;br /&gt;See my heart, has started thumpin'&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I truly know I dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sunbeams from a perfect summer's day&lt;br /&gt;Heaven only seems a step away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you, I just celebrate&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my message gets through&lt;br /&gt;There's never been someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nobody, on you I would lean&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you got these little things that I know I've never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you give me something&lt;br /&gt;Something that nobody else has got&lt;br /&gt;And this love, that I've been wanting&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby's turning out too fast to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you give me something&lt;br /&gt;Something that nobody else can give&lt;br /&gt;See my heart has started thumpin'&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I truly know I dig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110833399150657852?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110833399150657852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10755845&amp;postID=110833399150657852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110833399150657852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10755845/posts/default/110833399150657852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-give-me-something.html' title='You Give me Something'/><author><name>La MAGa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841509481183921108</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-10755845.post-110807542575718619</id><published>2005-02-10T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:43:45.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nube Pasajera / Jorge Oñate</title><content type='html'>Nunca comprendi tu amor cuando llego y se fue depronto como nube pasajera asi llegaste tu y te fuistete agradesco los momentos que a tu lado me ofreciste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo quisite divertirte conmigo un ratoLuego, todas las iluciones las dejaste a un ladoPorque alguien cercano a mi te calento el oido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sentias muy orgullosa de tener mil pretendientesLos nombrabas cada rato como si fueras la reinaEn tu lista figuraba mi nombre en letricas negras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo que me estaba enamorando de ti locamenteTanto, tanto tiempo tenia de no ser tan alegreCiego, yo me contraba que casi al avismo caigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por jugar conmigoPor hacerme tanto dañoyo sabia que el resultado iba a ser el mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No volver a enamorarmese fue el amor de mi pechoBuscare un lugar bien lejosDonde refugiarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se alejaron mis esperanzassin tickete de regreso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias por brindarme nadaAhi nos veremos de nuevo (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue el encanto de tus ojos el que me enloquecio enseguidaFue tu risa mal fingida la que me alumbro el caminoY asi comenzo el engaño que no se donde he caido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nulo, asi quedo el destino de un hombre sincero y noblecuando comenzaba a escaparse de un mundo de mil erroresTu eras, la que tenia elegida acabaste conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueda ser que mi camino se endereze y sea el de antesEl mundo da tantas vueltas que algun dia el hombro te tocoQuiza tenga ya poderes y mi suerte cambie un poco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, no guardare rencor si mi alma no es de piedraSolo que Dios decida lo quel destino te esperaO que seas muy feliz con el aunque tu no lo quieras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por jugar conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110807542575718619?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110807542575718619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Asi comenzo todo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bien... de repente este blog comienza porque algun pilo algun dia dijo "No music, no life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este esta dedicado solamente a publicar las letras de las canciones que dia a dia me hacen reir llorar recordar o simplemente sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin mas ni mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cancion de hoy es:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10755845-110807536645468043?l=loquemesuena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loquemesuena.blogspot.com/feeds/110807536645468043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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