<?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-36816456</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:26:50.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNS N´ROSES .......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasielala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36816456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasielala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>UNDER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06948301967913092419</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36816456.post-116524536775874298</id><published>2006-12-04T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T07:32:42.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7532/4122/1600/769404/pensar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7532/4122/320/95731/pensar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;REFLEXION &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cuántas veces hemos oído a alguien decir, "¡desearía que pudieras ser sincero conmigo!" ¿porqué ser sincero nos atemoriza y como podemos integrar ese miedo? Bueno, la mejor manera que tengo para explicar como dar la cara al miedo a ser sincero e integrar ese miedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sólo cuando permitimos que nuestra ira salga, dirigida en formas sanas, podemos liberar su carga. Debajo de la ira siempre hay sentimientos heridos. Conforme nos movemos a través de las capas de ira, podemos llegar a esas partes más profundas de nuestras heridas internas y distorsiones a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;partir de mis propias y embarazosas experiencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36816456-116524536775874298?l=rasielala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasielala.blogspot.com/feeds/116524536775874298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36816456&amp;postID=116524536775874298' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36816456/posts/default/116524536775874298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36816456/posts/default/116524536775874298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasielala.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflexion-cuntas-veces-hemos-odo.html' title=''/><author><name>UNDER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06948301967913092419</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36816456.post-116406301914791416</id><published>2006-11-20T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T07:31:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNS  N´ ROSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7532/4122/1600/gnr_062906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7532/4122/320/gnr_062906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7532/4122/1600/506831_356x237.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get In The Ring"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you look at me when you hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sense a smell of retribution in the air &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't even understand why the fuck you even care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need your jealousy yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why drag me down in your misery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you stare don't you think I feel it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm havin' fun ya know I can't conceal it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I know you'd never cut it in my game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Oh no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you're talkin' about a vasectomy- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be writin' down your obituary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HISTORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got your bitches withthe silicone injections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crystal meth and yeast infections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bleached blond hair,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Collagen lip projections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who are you to criticize my intentions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got your subtle manipulative devices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like you I got my vices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a thought that would be nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice- PAIN!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that goes for all you punks in the press&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That means you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy Secher at Hit Parader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Circus Magazine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mick Wall at Kerrang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more pussy than you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suck my fuckin' dick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They want to know about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Printin' lies startin' controversy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanta antagonize me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antagonize me mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get in the ring motherfucker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll ki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ck your bitchy little ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PUNKI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't like you, I just hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gonna kick your ass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah! Ohyeah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may not like our integrity yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We built a world out of anarchy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND IN THIS CORNER WEIGHING IN AT 850 POUNDS- GUNS N' ROSES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get in the ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;this song is dedicated to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the Guns n'fuckin' Roses fans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who stuck with us through all the Fucking shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to all those opposed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm...well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36816456-116406301914791416?l=rasielala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasielala.blogspot.com/feeds/116406301914791416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36816456&amp;postID=116406301914791416' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36816456/posts/default/116406301914791416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36816456/posts/default/116406301914791416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasielala.blogspot.com/2006/11/guns-n-roses.html' title='GUNS  N´ ROSES'/><author><name>UNDER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06948301967913092419</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>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
