<?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-29740360</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:41.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santiaguera-or-Something-like--it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santiaguera-or-something-like--it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29740360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santiaguera-or-something-like--it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>La Hormiga Brava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154188273770174952</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-29740360.post-115155963206612375</id><published>2006-06-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:40:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>Here I am like always thinking about him and obviously not in a happy way .why should I let this happen to me …today hasn’t been a easy  day … it was two days ago last time I spoke to him.. I don’t know maybe I’m too concern with what he said or is just as simple as he said it …or should I continue like nothing happen  honestly I cant I think that I’m too in love with him to see him again as a “friend”  ..But I fell so bad for the things he said cuz I thought he sees me in a different way cuz he treat me in way that I thought that we were like meant to be .but I guess it was too good to be true…so here I am in my head full of doubts that must clear as soon as possible but I least I want to see him..I’m dying for at least be next to him but I’m asking for too much now. I’m hoping that all my doubts clear out for our benefit or for my misfortune …but only time can decide what our ‘friendship” will follow for the good or bad  ...but my heart is tearing up  as days goes by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29740360-115155963206612375?l=santiaguera-or-something-like--it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29740360/posts/default/115155963206612375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29740360/posts/default/115155963206612375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santiaguera-or-something-like--it.blogspot.com/2006/06/mixed-feelings_28.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>La Hormiga Brava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154188273770174952</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29740360.post-115034746614592455</id><published>2006-06-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:57:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deja que te hable de mis sueños que tras el tiempo se escondieron pero que contigo han vuelto. Deja que te hable de mis sueños que con el tiempo se perdieron escondidos en el silencio. Sueño con los ojos abiertos, puede que pienses que estoy loco por que me creo lo que sueño... y si tu quieres te los cuento, los escribí en un libro abierto, en el lenguaje de los sueños... que hay de malo en perseguir los sueños? que hay de malo en soñar despierto?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29740360-115034746614592455?l=santiaguera-or-something-like--it.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29740360/posts/default/115034746614592455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29740360/posts/default/115034746614592455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santiaguera-or-something-like--it.blogspot.com/2006/06/deja-que-te-hable-de-mis-sueos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>La Hormiga Brava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16154188273770174952</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></entry></feed>
