<?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-284525634681776406</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:18:17.720+02:00</updated><category term='subtitulat en castellà'/><title type='text'>This ain't a love song</title><subtitle type='html'>No acostumo a fer coses d'aquestes que necessiten una atenció, com no acostumo a començar coses perquè no sé si les acabaré...aquest cop és diferent,tinc un motiu: l'estimo de veritat, és l'amor de la meva vida, el millor que mai m'ha pasat i aquest blog és per a ell. T'estimo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1554232643090553874?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1554232643090553874/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1554232643090553874' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1554232643090553874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1554232643090553874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='________________________________'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SM0dfzpMiII/AAAAAAAAAEI/QlQa4QUiD5U/s72-c/victoria_frances_favole_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-6394383508626537675</id><published>2008-08-11T09:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:00:30.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta el nostre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SJ_xi759KkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w4njU185eAo/s1600-h/CIMG5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233166874526427714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SJ_xi759KkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w4njU185eAo/s400/CIMG5453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SJ_xPsLXD2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/bUgUYPUCW9M/s1600-h/CIMG5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-6394383508626537675?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6394383508626537675/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=6394383508626537675' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6394383508626537675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6394383508626537675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/08/falta-el-nostre.html' title='Falta el nostre...'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SJ_xi759KkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/w4njU185eAo/s72-c/CIMG5453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-4617918308312278674</id><published>2008-07-24T20:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:02.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In my arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SIjFwVSv03I/AAAAAAAAADw/8OYeifHXA4k/s1600-h/CIMG5256+-+copia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226644801703629682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SIjFwVSv03I/AAAAAAAAADw/8OYeifHXA4k/s320/CIMG5256+-+copia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Knowing clouds will rage and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Storms will race in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rains will pour down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waves will crash all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you will be safe in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Castles, they might crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dreams may not come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you are never all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause I will always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Always love you&lt;/span&gt;&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/284525634681776406-4617918308312278674?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4617918308312278674/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=4617918308312278674' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4617918308312278674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4617918308312278674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-my-arms.html' title='In my arms'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SIjFwVSv03I/AAAAAAAAADw/8OYeifHXA4k/s72-c/CIMG5256+-+copia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2573285660527881825</id><published>2008-07-13T14:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:07:13.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34rigYXp9HA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34rigYXp9HA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-2573285660527881825?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2573285660527881825/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2573285660527881825' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2573285660527881825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2573285660527881825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/07/earth-song.html' title='Earth Song'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-8748365559395060764</id><published>2008-06-16T19:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:47:35.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Les meves últimes aportacions a Youtube</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FAR AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0LXpd7iZDE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0LXpd7iZDE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOSING MY RELIGION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5FFo87Zlwk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5FFo87Zlwk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-8748365559395060764?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8748365559395060764/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=8748365559395060764' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8748365559395060764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8748365559395060764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/06/les-meves-ltimes-aportacions-youtube.html' title='Les meves últimes aportacions a Youtube'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-1004828973195809943</id><published>2008-06-05T23:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:47:27.881+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicitats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ja són 16 mesos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Una eternitat, però encara que dolgui de vegades, som &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;éssers humans, i l'ésser humà és inconformista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Per molt de temps que passem junts jo encara voldré més i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;més.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No acostumo a dir res al blog per cada mes que passem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;junts, però com que avui només ens hem vist poc més de mitja hora, em sabia greu no fer res d'especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sóc tonta, no importa la data, cada dia que passo amb tu és especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1004828973195809943?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1004828973195809943/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1004828973195809943' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1004828973195809943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1004828973195809943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/06/felicitats.html' title='Felicitats'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2158293302361270923</id><published>2008-05-27T11:21:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:02.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(´`v´`)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"quan he estat enfront la porta, he fet marxa enrrera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tenia ja ganes de tornar-te a veure, ja t'enyorava. Així que, he anat, amb pas ràpid, desfent les meves pròpies petjades fins l'entrada de la facultat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he anat pel carrer del trambaix, pel carrer Sardenya (o Sicilia?? weno, el de la uni) però no t'he trobat. Tenia ganes de veuret i no em volia rendir, així que he pensat que potser havies canviat anar a classe per la platja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He caminat pel passeig i per la sorra i per les roques... i res.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Després, mentre tornava cansat i resignat cap a la biblioteca, he passat pel parc de la caseta, cremant la última possibilitat... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i tampoc he tingut èxit..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ho sento.&lt;br /&gt;Voldria haver-te vist.&lt;br /&gt;Cada moment em sento més insegura si no estic als teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Em fas molta falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SDvTI1DIrZI/AAAAAAAAADg/HNvbLZVXpI4/s1600-h/cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204985942989385106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SDvTI1DIrZI/AAAAAAAAADg/HNvbLZVXpI4/s200/cor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-2158293302361270923?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2158293302361270923/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2158293302361270923' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2158293302361270923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2158293302361270923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_27.html' title='(´`v´`)'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SDvTI1DIrZI/AAAAAAAAADg/HNvbLZVXpI4/s72-c/cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-6081835596026974908</id><published>2008-05-26T21:27:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:02.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>º0oOo0º</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SDsWk1DIrYI/AAAAAAAAADY/fDEggJsltWE/s1600-h/smpre-cntig.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204778616328072578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SDsWk1DIrYI/AAAAAAAAADY/fDEggJsltWE/s200/smpre-cntig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How to save a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You've done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;@&gt;-,--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-6081835596026974908?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6081835596026974908/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=6081835596026974908' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6081835596026974908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6081835596026974908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/0ooo0.html' title='º0oOo0º'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/SDsWk1DIrYI/AAAAAAAAADY/fDEggJsltWE/s72-c/smpre-cntig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-4920197957919588666</id><published>2008-05-19T13:38:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:33:54.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Every rose has its thorn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ens acomiadem. Vaig a la parada del bus, l'agafo i arribo a la uni.&lt;br /&gt;Em quedo asseguda, sola, esperant per entrar a classe.&lt;br /&gt;Entro, la professora parla, i jo ni cas.&lt;br /&gt;Canvi de classe, tots veuen un video, jo ni cas. Fan comentaris, jo no tinc ni idea de que parlen, i en un moment de lucidesa m'invento una opinió a partir de la d'una altra. Segueixo sense saber de que anava.&lt;br /&gt;Camino sense pensar per on vaig, només segueixo la ruta memoritzada entre carrers estrets i irregulars, sense immutar-me per les mirades i els comentaris d'alguns dels invasors d'aquell barri, avançant entre grups de gent que es mouen amb lentitut, marcats pels carteristes com a presses fàcils.&lt;br /&gt;Entro al metro i m'assec al costat de la finestra, amb la mirada perduda en les parets negres dels túnels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tot moment no he tingut altra cosa al cap, només un moment d'ahir.&lt;br /&gt;La calma de sentir-me entre els teus braços, tot i les teves preocupacions, sent el meu únic desig espantar-les. La calor del teu pit a la meva cara, amb el fred que senties, intentant escalfar-te amb els meus braços i les meves mans a la teva esquena. La tendresa i dolçor dels teus petons, tot i el teu malestar, volent que els meus llavis fosin el que necessitaves per aliviar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cop un comentari va provocar una explosió, una barreja caòtica de sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;Vas dir que tot era una merda, que no tenies il·lusió per res i que l'únic que et donava forces era jo.&lt;br /&gt;En aquell moment, suposo que et vas adonar, em vaig quedar paralitzada, no sabia què dir, què pensar o què sentir...tot era confusió. Sobretot sentia tristesa per que estiguéssis tan malament, però també por i preocupació per fallar-te o no estar a l'alçada, felicitat per sentir-me tan important per a tu, vergonya per ser tan egoísta, desil·lusió per no ser capaç d'acabar completament amb els teus maldecaps, estava emprenyada amb el món o amb qui sigui que tingui la culpa de que no siguis feliç...&lt;br /&gt;Encara que intentaves evitar-ho, em vaig quedar mirant-te fixament als ulls. Crec que no calien més paraules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot això m'ha acompanyat durant tot el dia, igual que el record d'aquells núvols que cobrien Barcelona a trocets, tan esponjosos, tan blancs, tan preciosos, movent-se poc a poc pel vent, però que alhora eren causa d'aquell fred que sentiem.&lt;br /&gt;Tot està tan ple de contradiccions, de coses que semblen sense sentit, que semblen estar allà només per molestar. Però si no hi estiguéssin no valoraríem tant el que ens fa feliços, i si el que ens fa feliços no ens ho fes tant, no tindríem tantes preocupacions.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que aquesta última parrafada ha sigut una gran paranoia, però no em surten altres paraules per expressar-me.&lt;br /&gt;La qüestió és que tot dos depenem l'un de l'altre. És una situació complexa, fràgil quan no tens res més a què agafar-te, que fa por i fa preguntar-te "on m'he ficat?". Però m'encanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cada rosa té la seva espina"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-4920197957919588666?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4920197957919588666/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=4920197957919588666' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4920197957919588666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4920197957919588666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/every-rose-has-its-thorn.html' title='Every rose has its thorn...'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-3892161247850687603</id><published>2008-05-19T00:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:49:08.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Per si encara no l'acabàveu d'entendre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTfZSDEfZd0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTfZSDEfZd0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Puc plorar ja?? :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(13 dies!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-3892161247850687603?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3892161247850687603/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=3892161247850687603' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/3892161247850687603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/3892161247850687603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/per-si-encara-no-lacabveu-dentendre.html' title='Per si encara no l&apos;acabàveu d&apos;entendre...'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-1026131273919924899</id><published>2008-05-10T21:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:09:28.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un dia casi perfecte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;M'és igual mentir, passar fred, mullar-me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ets l'únic que m'importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si m'haguéssis dit que baixés del cotxe, ho hauria fet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si t'hagués pogut robar només 2minuts del teu temps per acomiadar-me amb un petó, ho hauria fet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;M'és igual la pluja, el vent o el camí cap a casa, només volia un moment per dir-te que t'estimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fos el que fos, ho hauria fet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1026131273919924899?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1026131273919924899/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1026131273919924899' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1026131273919924899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1026131273919924899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Un dia casi perfecte...'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-602070115592812127</id><published>2008-05-09T10:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:19:51.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Al *meu* cap al migdia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fa por pensar com seria la meva vida sense tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fa mal pensar que si haguès sigut responsable i haguès fet el que tocava, no ens hauríem conegut mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Què hauria passat si jo fos una mica diferent? Si fos responsable i empollona?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu estaries estudiant el mateix que ara, treballant en el mateix que ara, però solter, lliure. Potser dimarts passat a TV3 t'hauries atrevit a dir-li alguna cosa a aquella morena,... o potser no series tan lliure i t'hauria enganxat una Barbie d'ADE. Potser no hauries anat al concert de Manà, i ni de conya estaries a 23 dies d'anar al de Bon Jovi (de fet seria un grup del que hauries sentit alguna cançó sense que tingués cap rellevància en la teva vida).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jo estaría fent segon de carrera, hauría viscut durant tres mesos a vés a saber on del Regne Unit i el meu nivell d'anglès seria excelent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Potser estaria amb algun heavy melenut, tatuat, borratxo i faldiller que em portaria pel camí de l'amargura. Sé que no l'estimaria, no duraria gaire. De fet, crec que aniria saltant de relació en relació, desil·lusionant-me consatantment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si no t'haguès conegut, la meva vida estaria tan buida... No hauria dormit a cap terrat, no hauria conegut el Bell Lloc, no m'hauria ficat en cap rotllo sindical, no tindria aquella samarreta del Desigual que ara farà un any, no hauria passat un finde gratis a un hotel de Malgrat, no m'ho hauria passat tan bé com a l'hotel de Malgrat, no tindria al meu dit aquesta papallona que em té robat el cor, no hauria pujat al dipòsit, no hauria anat a la platja a l'hivern, no li hauria trobat cap encant a anar a cap centre comercial, no m'hauria fregit al Palau Robert, no faria classes a la Mireia, no m'hauria enterat de que hi ha una botiga Baby Dior, sortiria de festa cada dissabte, tindria resaca cada diumenge, fumaria, no tindria aquest blog, no hauria descobert aquell programa que es diu Movie Maker, no hauria sentit quasi res del Serrano, Chasing Cars no seria tan important per a mi, no tindria ni idea del que passa al València, no hauria anat a veure cap partit al TARR, no hauria compartit cap llibre blau, no tindria el bon record que es mereix l'Escenari, no m'hauria traumatitzat amb Redacted, no m'hauria rigut amb Pequeña Miss Sunshine, no hauria disfrutat tant al cine veient Across the Universe, no seria tan i tan important per a mi aquesta pel·lícula, no hauria trobat a la Morla (verdad, vieja?), no gastaria tant saldo, no em trobaria cada nit un sms que em fes anar a dormir amb un somriure, no seria tan feliç...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No m'hauria enamorat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-602070115592812127?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/602070115592812127/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=602070115592812127' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/602070115592812127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/602070115592812127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-matreveixo-pensar-com-seria-la-meva.html' title='Al *meu* cap al migdia'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-3879105626182805489</id><published>2008-05-09T10:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:19:08.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>Aquest video l'he fet jo... bueno, no. El que he fet jo ha sigut traduir la cançó, ficar els subtítols en català i penjar-ho al youtube =)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que us agradi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lU8Bc3GPSOc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lU8Bc3GPSOc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-3879105626182805489?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3879105626182805489/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=3879105626182805489' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/3879105626182805489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/3879105626182805489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-days.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-7635612546991141247</id><published>2008-05-05T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:46:02.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-7635612546991141247?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7635612546991141247/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=7635612546991141247' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/7635612546991141247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/7635612546991141247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/05/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand by me'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2137494613502645973</id><published>2008-04-27T14:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:49:44.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for loving me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yqU7-tS1Ws&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2yqU7-tS1Ws&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-2137494613502645973?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2137494613502645973/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2137494613502645973' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2137494613502645973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2137494613502645973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-for-loving-me.html' title='Thank you for loving me'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-7356464005914148916</id><published>2008-04-27T14:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:49:00.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All about loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AT3vm0fSFGE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AT3vm0fSFGE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-7356464005914148916?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7356464005914148916/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=7356464005914148916' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/7356464005914148916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/7356464005914148916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-about-loving-you.html' title='All about loving you'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-4597267511503136267</id><published>2008-04-22T20:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:17:36.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Till we ain't strangers anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8n3A_3zd3LU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8n3A_3zd3LU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Make love with me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Till we ain't strangers anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-4597267511503136267?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4597267511503136267/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=4597267511503136267' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4597267511503136267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4597267511503136267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/04/till-we-aint-strangers-anymore.html' title='Till we ain&apos;t strangers anymore'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2792581550071674301</id><published>2008-04-08T15:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:46:43.825+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subtitulat en castellà'/><title type='text'>Bon Jovi - Lie to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ay96p78iUbw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ay96p78iUbw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-2792581550071674301?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2792581550071674301/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2792581550071674301' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2792581550071674301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2792581550071674301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Bon Jovi - Lie to me'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-8341190474401302412</id><published>2008-02-12T23:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:03.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquesta és la bona!</title><content type='html'>El que he sentit avui ha estat molt extrany, era com si el que estava vivint no fos real. Mai hauria imaginat que les llàgrmes d'una persona se'm poguéssin clavar tant, ni que una mirada fes penedir-me tant del meu comportament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El que he vist avui no ho oblidaré mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R7IlBPhwoQI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZ6Cy6fND3o/s1600-h/joan+i+laia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166232425825607938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="222" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R7IlBPhwoQI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZ6Cy6fND3o/s200/joan+i+laia.bmp" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella mirada de preocupació.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquells ulls verds, vermells de tan plorosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella abraçada intensa, apropant-me al teu cor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dic la veritat quan dic que mai t'he deixat d'estimar, però també quan dic que aquesta nit m'he tornat a enamorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Els teus ulls expressen moltes coses, i hi ha una cosa de la que no dubto (i avui menys que mai), i és de la teva sinceritat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des que ens coneixem, avui ha estat la vegada en que més m'he adonat del que t'importo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentre escric això torna a mi un sentiment... aquell de després del primer petò, del primer "t'estimo". És molt bonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gràcies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-8341190474401302412?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8341190474401302412/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=8341190474401302412' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8341190474401302412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8341190474401302412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/02/aquesta-s-la-bona.html' title='Aquesta és la bona!'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R7IlBPhwoQI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZ6Cy6fND3o/s72-c/joan+i+laia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-5869934726086690536</id><published>2008-02-12T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:07:45.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D'això ni cas</title><content type='html'>Les llàgrimes del meu cor segueixen inundant el meu pit. Per molt que busco la ferida per guarir-la no la trobo.&lt;br /&gt;M’ofego.&lt;br /&gt;Demano ajuda, ho intento, però ningú no me la sap donar...ni tan sols el seu amo.&lt;br /&gt;Segueixo intentant-lo, però quan sembla que tot s’arreglarà em fallen els nervis, i la sang esquitxa tot al meu voltant.&lt;br /&gt;Què faig? Deixo que es dessagni?&lt;br /&gt;No podria viure amb un cor sec.&lt;br /&gt;No puc ser immune al dolor.&lt;br /&gt;No sentir? Ser de pedra?&lt;br /&gt;Com estimaria? És la única cosa que sé fer i que em val la pena de la vida, per mal que faci de vegades.&lt;br /&gt;Sense això no em queda res.&lt;br /&gt;Però segueix sagnant i jo estimant...i patint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-5869934726086690536?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5869934726086690536/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=5869934726086690536' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/5869934726086690536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/5869934726086690536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/02/les-llgrimes-del-meu-cor-segueixen.html' title='D&apos;això ni cas'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-7600905360512161051</id><published>2008-01-30T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:03.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R6DDGZNzjsI/AAAAAAAAACE/UBzt1ymU8lI/s1600-h/across.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161339687582011074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R6DDGZNzjsI/AAAAAAAAACE/UBzt1ymU8lI/s200/across.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Across the universe&lt;/em&gt; és una història d'amor ambientada en els anys 60, en els anys turbulents de les protestes contra la guerra, l'exploració mental i el rock'n roll. La pel·lícula va des dels molls de Liverpool, la psicodèlia creativa de Greenwich Village i els carrers inundats per les revoltes de Detroit, fins als camps de mort en Vietnam. Jude i Lucy, juntament amb un grup d'amics, són arrossegats cap als moviments emergents contra la guerra i les tendències contraculturals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Taymor, la directora d'&lt;em&gt;Across the universe&lt;/em&gt;, diu que primer va concebir una pel·lícula que investigaria els 60. Havia de penetrar en tots els nivells de les cançons dels Beatles. Des de les cançons d'amor fin a les polítiques. "La música i la pel·lícula no només reflexarien el microcosmos de l'experiència d'un personatge, sinó que, des de la meva perspectiva, també representaria el macrocosmos dels aconteixements que estàn succeint en el món".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al contrari de la majoria dels musicals, on primer es crea una trama i després s'inserten les cançons, en aquest cas les cançons van donar vida a la història. "Començant per uns 200 temes escrits pels Beatles, només vam fer servir 33 que pensàvem que contarien millor la història d'una generació i una època", explica la Taymor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taymor admirava l'esperit directe de l'època, "La gent realment asumia riscos". Lucy, la protagonista, diu: ‘Me tiraría frente a un tanque si eso trajera de vuelta a casa a mi hermano de la guerra’. Jude li respon: ‘Pero no lo haría’, ella es posa trista i diu: ‘¿Significa eso que no crees que deba intentarlo?’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conmou el fet que en aquella època, la gent ho intentés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-7600905360512161051?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/7600905360512161051/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=7600905360512161051' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/7600905360512161051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/7600905360512161051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2008/01/across-universe.html' title='Across the universe'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R6DDGZNzjsI/AAAAAAAAACE/UBzt1ymU8lI/s72-c/across.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-4453129353172809269</id><published>2007-12-10T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:26:47.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in a thing called love</title><content type='html'>Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;Touching you, touching me&lt;br /&gt;touching you, god you're touching me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br /&gt;We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day&lt;br /&gt;You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!&lt;br /&gt;Touching you, touching me&lt;br /&gt;touching you, god you're touching me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br /&gt;We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No puc explicar tot el que m’estàs fent sentir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El meu cor està esgotat i tu estàs darrere del volant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocant-te, tocant-me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tocant-te, Déu m’estàs tocant...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crec en una cosa anomenada amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Només escolta el ritme del meu cor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenim una oportunitat, ho podem fer ara&lt;br /&gt;Estarem en acció fins que el sol es pongui&lt;br /&gt;Crec en una cosa anomenada amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vull besar-te cada minut, cada hora, cada dia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tens fent voltes però tot està bé! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocant-te, tocant-me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tocant-te, Déu m’estàs tocant...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crec en una cosa anomenada amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Només escolta el ritme del meu cor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenim una oportunitat, ho podem fer ara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estarem en acció fins que el sol es pongui &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crec en una cosa anomenada amor&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/284525634681776406-4453129353172809269?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4453129353172809269/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=4453129353172809269' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4453129353172809269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4453129353172809269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-believe-in-thing-called-love_10.html' title='I believe in a thing called love'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-6658365281092320164</id><published>2007-12-03T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:41:36.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La meva targeta d'aniversari</title><content type='html'>Un any... no pot canviar gaire una persona en un any... o això pensava.&lt;br /&gt;És igual el que digui qualsevol document, no parlo d'això. És la teva manera de ser, de viure, d'estimar, de tot...&lt;br /&gt;Sincerament, no veig en tu un noi, ja no ets el meu noi. Ets un home, vius com un home, estimes com un home, el meu home...&lt;br /&gt;Sí, hi ha una diferència, i m'encantava aquell noi que em feia somiar, em tenia boja! Ara, l'home no m'ha deixat de fer somiar (ni de tenir-me boja XD) però, a més, em fa viure...i veure que la vida és un regal que, sí, pot tenir tares, però perden importància si ell està al meu costat.&lt;br /&gt;No puc deixar d'agraïr-te el teu amor, la teva companyia tant en els bons moments com en els dolents, la protecció que sento amb cada abraçada, la força i felicitat que em dónes cada cop que em regales un somriure...&lt;br /&gt;Gràcies i (un altre cop) moltes felicitats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Miss Penitents XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-6658365281092320164?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6658365281092320164/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=6658365281092320164' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6658365281092320164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6658365281092320164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-meva-targeta-daniversari.html' title='La meva targeta d&apos;aniversari'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2165146508328884911</id><published>2007-11-15T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:03.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rzx5Ke_xgZI/AAAAAAAAABs/70JImYYKBAM/s1600-h/45784_95_914_ArtFile_ru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133110896321724818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rzx5Ke_xgZI/AAAAAAAAABs/70JImYYKBAM/s200/45784_95_914_ArtFile_ru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE NIGHT SUMMONS LIKE AN UNQUENCHED LOVE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BECKONING WITH THE PROMISE OF DARK DESIRE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As darkness falls, night unfolds ebon wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to wrap the world in its dark embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-2165146508328884911?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2165146508328884911/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2165146508328884911' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2165146508328884911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2165146508328884911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rzx5Ke_xgZI/AAAAAAAAABs/70JImYYKBAM/s72-c/45784_95_914_ArtFile_ru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-1736736776437551557</id><published>2007-11-06T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:57:44.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Més que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que la meva sang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que tot l'or d'un banc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que saber cridar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que poder plorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu ets molt més important.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que poder somiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que saber oblidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No canviaria res per poder despertar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i que m'estiguis mirant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, no, no tinguis por,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desitjar-me no és dolent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No cal que diguis res,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que el que vulguis ja ho faré... jo ho sé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que la meva sang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que poder saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;el que hi ha més enllà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doncs no m'importa gens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El que passi demà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si et tinc al meu davant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;res no m'importarà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I és que la veritat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que mai no existirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no m'importa ja tant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com tenir-te al costat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mai vaig saber esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i és que no em sé aguantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si tu vols i jo vull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no has de fer-me patir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no ho deixem refredar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, no, no tinguis por,&lt;br /&gt;desitjar-me no és dolent.&lt;br /&gt;No cal que diguis res,&lt;br /&gt;que el que vulguis ja ho faré... jo ho sé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que tot l'or d'un banc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que mai fer-me gran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que poder saber qui seré d'aquí uns anys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que no saber odiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perquè &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;com estimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu ja m'ho has ensenyat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que la meva sang,&lt;br /&gt;més que poder saber&lt;br /&gt;el que hi ha més enllà,&lt;br /&gt;doncs no m'importa gens.&lt;br /&gt;El que passi demà,&lt;br /&gt;si et tinc al meu davant,&lt;br /&gt;res no m'importarà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, no, no tinguis por,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desitjar-me no és dolent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No cal que diguis res,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que el que vulguis ja ho faré... jo ho sé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que la meva sang,&lt;br /&gt;més que poder saber&lt;br /&gt;el que hi ha més enllà,&lt;br /&gt;doncs no m'importa gens.&lt;br /&gt;El que passi demà,&lt;br /&gt;si et tinc al meu davant,&lt;br /&gt;res no m'importarà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que tot l'or d'un banc,&lt;br /&gt;més que mai fer-me gran,&lt;br /&gt;més que poder saber qui seré d'aquí uns anys.&lt;br /&gt;Més que no saber odiar,&lt;br /&gt;perquè com estimar&lt;br /&gt;tu ja m'ho has ensenyat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Més que la meva sang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;més que poder saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;el que hi ha més enllà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doncs no m'importa gens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El que passi demà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si et tinc al meu davant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;res no m'importarà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1736736776437551557?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1736736776437551557/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1736736776437551557' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1736736776437551557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1736736776437551557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/11/ms-que.html' title='Més que...'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-1232219563720362276</id><published>2007-10-27T15:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:40:21.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan</title><content type='html'>Robert Allen Zimmerman, va néixer el 24 de maig de 1941 a Duluth (Minnesota). Aviat va descobrir la música, va ser autodidacta quant a "tocar el piano" (a cops), i es va comprar una guitarra per correu per deu dòlars. Sentia la ràdio cada tarda i així descobrí la música de Hank Williams i la música negra. Va ser llavors quan s'enamorà de la idea de ser un heroi del rock&amp;amp;roll i arribar a l'èxit d'Elvis Presley, Carl Perkins o Jerry Lee Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la universitat començà a escoltar música folk, country, rock i músics com Robert Johnson, deixant una mica de banda el seu amor pel rock&amp;amp;roll de Little Richard. Van ser dies intensos per a ell, en els que llegia molts llibres, molta poesia, parlava poc, però escoltava atentament discursos sobre pau, drets dels treballadors, l'ensenyament d'una nova moral... En aquell moment, inspirat en el poeta Dylan Thomas, es canvià el nom per el de Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La seva veu expressiva, amb la companyia de la seva guitarra i la seva harmònica, es va anar obrint pas a través de locals nocturns, de strip tease i tocant l'harmònica a un disc de Harry Belafonte (experiència que li va resultar insoportable), fins que John Hammond, descobridor de talents de la CBS, li oferí un contracte. El febrer de 1962 publicà el seu primer disc, amb el títol de "Bob Dylan", del que només dues cançons eren escrites per ell, però van ser suficients per a donar-li confiança com a autor i obrir la porta d'una de les seves etapes més creatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'abril del mateix any comença a treballar en noves cançons i composa temes com "Blowin' in the Wind", "Masters of War", "Talkin' World War III Blues" i "Oxford Town", que van arribar a ser himnes del moviment pacifista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mite vivent en la història de la música i far d'una generació que va tenir el somni de canviar el món. Auster en les formes i profund en els missatges, Dylan va unir la cançó i la poesia en una obra que crea escola i determina l'educació sentimental de molts milions de persones." &lt;em&gt;(El Periódico)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per això mateix, és el fidel reflex de l'esperit d'una època que busca respostes en el vent per als desitjos que habiten en el cor dels éssers humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moltes gràcies, mestre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vola amb el vent (Blowin' in the wind)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quants camins ha de recòrrer un home&lt;br /&gt;abans que li diguéu home?&lt;br /&gt;Quants mars ha de travessar un colom blanc&lt;br /&gt;abans de dormir a la sorra?&lt;br /&gt;I quantes vegades han de volar les bombes&lt;br /&gt;abans que siguin prohibides per sempre?&lt;br /&gt;La resposta, amic meu, vola amb el vent&lt;br /&gt;La resposta vola amb el vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quants anys pot existir una muntanya&lt;br /&gt;abans de desfer-se al mar?&lt;br /&gt;I quants anys han de viure alguns&lt;br /&gt;abans que els deixin ser lliures?&lt;br /&gt;I quantes vegades pot un home apartar la vista&lt;br /&gt;fent veure que no veu res?&lt;br /&gt;La resposta, amic meu, vola amb el vent&lt;br /&gt;La resposta vola amb el vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quantes vegades ha de mirar un home cap a dalt&lt;br /&gt;abans de poder veure el cel?&lt;br /&gt;I quantes oïdes ha de tenir un home&lt;br /&gt;per sentir la gent plorar?&lt;br /&gt;I quantes morts caldran perquè ell entengui&lt;br /&gt;que ja ha mort massa gent?&lt;br /&gt;La resposta, amic meu, vola amb el vent&lt;br /&gt;La resposta vola amb el vent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1232219563720362276?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1232219563720362276/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1232219563720362276' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1232219563720362276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1232219563720362276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/10/bob-dylan.html' title='Bob Dylan'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-5449551640826065894</id><published>2007-10-23T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:07:12.947+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreakable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agafes la meva mà&lt;br /&gt;Toques el meu cor&lt;br /&gt;Em tens aprop&lt;br /&gt;Sempre estàs aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Al meu costat&lt;br /&gt;Nit i dia&lt;br /&gt;A través de tot&lt;br /&gt;Vingui el que vingui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elevada per una onada d'emoció&lt;br /&gt;Atrapada en l'ull de la tempesta&lt;br /&gt;I cada cop que somrius&lt;br /&gt;Em costa creure que ets meu&lt;br /&gt;Creure que ets meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;br /&gt;És inconfundible&lt;br /&gt;I cada cop que miro els teus ulls&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;br /&gt;Aquest amor és intocable&lt;br /&gt;Sento que el meu cor no ho pot negar&lt;br /&gt;Cada cop que miro els teus ulls&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;br /&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compartim rialles&lt;br /&gt;Compartim llàgrimes&lt;br /&gt;Tots dos sabem&lt;br /&gt;Que tirarem endavant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perquè junts som forts&lt;br /&gt;Als meus braços&lt;br /&gt;És el teu lloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M'han tocat les mans d'un àngel&lt;br /&gt;M'ha beneït el poder de l'amor&lt;br /&gt;I cada cop que somrius&lt;br /&gt;Em costa creure que ets meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;br /&gt;És inconfundible&lt;br /&gt;Cada cop que miro els teus ulls&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;br /&gt;Aquest amor és intocable&lt;br /&gt;Sento que el meu cor no ho pot negar&lt;br /&gt;Cada cop que dius el meu nom&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;br /&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;br /&gt;Através del foc i les flames&lt;br /&gt;Quan tot això acabi&lt;br /&gt;El nostre amor seguirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;br /&gt;És inconfundible&lt;br /&gt;I cada cop que miro els teus ulls&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;br /&gt;Aquest amor és intocable&lt;br /&gt;Sento que el meu cor no ho pot negar&lt;br /&gt;Cada cop que dius el meu nom&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;br /&gt;Perquè cada cop que miro els teus ulls&lt;br /&gt;Sé per què&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquest amor és irrompible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-5449551640826065894?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5449551640826065894/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=5449551640826065894' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/5449551640826065894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/5449551640826065894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/10/unbreakable.html' title='Unbreakable'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2558204720220008749</id><published>2007-10-19T14:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:04.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Els meus pensaments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rxiu_-wUE-I/AAAAAAAAABU/8nzhBe-Ueus/s1600-h/Favole_klein.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123036990334571490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rxiu_-wUE-I/AAAAAAAAABU/8nzhBe-Ueus/s200/Favole_klein.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Els dos estirats al sofà, abraçats,&lt;br /&gt;sentint música,&lt;br /&gt;i ja està.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En aquell moment ja era feliç, no necessitava res més que la teva companyia.&lt;br /&gt;Un moment de tranquil·litat, senzill, aparentment inmillorable... fins que van arribar les carícies,&lt;br /&gt;suaus, lentes,&lt;br /&gt;sense preses,&lt;br /&gt;apropant-nos,&lt;br /&gt;sentint la olor del teu coll,&lt;br /&gt;besant-lo, mossegant-lo,&lt;br /&gt;els teus llavis van acariciar els meus, i el meu cor cada cop s'accelerava més i més...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puc deixar de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;voldria haver pogut aturar el temps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-2558204720220008749?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2558204720220008749/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2558204720220008749' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2558204720220008749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2558204720220008749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Els meus pensaments'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rxiu_-wUE-I/AAAAAAAAABU/8nzhBe-Ueus/s72-c/Favole_klein.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-8141685029141180159</id><published>2007-10-16T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:02:34.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Si el tiempo es oro yo sólo soy un vagabundo que te pide un poco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/284525634681776406-8141685029141180159?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8141685029141180159/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=8141685029141180159' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8141685029141180159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8141685029141180159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/10/si-el-tiempo-es-oro-yo-slo-soy-un.html' title=''/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-1930538248548008905</id><published>2007-10-12T13:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:19:21.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>find me here,&lt;br /&gt;speak to me&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel you,&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you,&lt;br /&gt;you are the light&lt;br /&gt;that is leading me&lt;br /&gt;to the place where&lt;br /&gt;I find peace, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the strength&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me walking,&lt;br /&gt;you are the hope&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me trusting,&lt;br /&gt;you are the life to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;you are my purpose,&lt;br /&gt;you are everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you calm the storms&lt;br /&gt;you give me rest,&lt;br /&gt;you hold me in your hands&lt;br /&gt;you won't let me fall,&lt;br /&gt;you still my heart&lt;br /&gt;and you take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;would you take me in?&lt;br /&gt;would you take me deeper now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're all i want&lt;br /&gt;you are all i need&lt;br /&gt;you are everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can I&lt;br /&gt;stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;and not be moved by you?&lt;br /&gt;would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;how could it be&lt;br /&gt;any better than this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1930538248548008905?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1930538248548008905/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1930538248548008905' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1930538248548008905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1930538248548008905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/10/find-me-here-speak-to-me-i-want-to-feel.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-1710219733969331293</id><published>2007-10-03T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:02:58.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Senda del Tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A veces llega un momento en que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;te haces viejo de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sin arrugas en la frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;pero con ganas de morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;paseando por las calles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;todo tiene igual color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;siento que algo echo en falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no se si será el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me despierto por la noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;entre una gran confusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;es tal la melancolía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que está acabando conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;siento que me vuelvo loco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y me sumerjo en el alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;las estrellas por la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;han perdido su esplendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He buscado en los desiertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de la tierra del dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y no he hallado mas respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que espejismos de ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he hablado con las montañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de la desesperación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y su respuesta era solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;el eco sordo de mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000066;"&gt;He passat la meva vida veient-la passar, actuant en el conte dolç i feliç d'un personatge inventat, vivint, realment, tan sols quan la història es convertia en drama. Sense il·lusions, adonant-me tristament cada nit que el que sentia per ella no era més que indiferència. Enyorant un sentiment que mai havia conegut...convençuda de que era un mite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Una vida en la que la meva meta era refugiar-me de la realitat, un refugi que només era capaç de trobar en les sortides nocturnes (i el que signifiquen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;En algun moment he arribat a creure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que estava a prop de trobar el que buscava, era llavors quan una gran bufetada em despertava d'aquell somni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enmig d'aquesta desesperació, on tots els meus dies eren coberts per una gruixuda capa de núvols negres,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;el Sol em va regalar el més brillant i bonic dels seus raigs, que des de llavors no deixa d'il·luminar la meva vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;M'has fet tornar a estimar-la, perquè tu ets la meva vida. Ja no tinc por de seguir el meu camí, gràcies per acompanyar-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-1710219733969331293?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1710219733969331293/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=1710219733969331293' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1710219733969331293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/1710219733969331293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-senda-del-tiempo.html' title='La Senda del Tiempo'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-5576065541152156296</id><published>2007-09-22T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:45:48.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-5576065541152156296?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5576065541152156296/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=5576065541152156296' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/5576065541152156296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/5576065541152156296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/09/far-away.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-8826967302674742723</id><published>2007-08-23T20:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:04.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Es por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rs3YAjyB7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/RvVbgjrDKEs/s1600-h/untitled20.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101971456997321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rs3YAjyB7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/RvVbgjrDKEs/s320/untitled20.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es por ti que veo ríos&lt;/div&gt;Donde solo hay asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti que hay océanos&lt;br /&gt;Donde solo había charcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti, que soy un duende&lt;br /&gt;Cómplice del viento&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Para colarse por tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti que no hay cadenas&lt;br /&gt;Si sigo el ritmo de tus caderas&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti que rozo la locura&lt;br /&gt;Cuando navego por tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti, que soy un duende&lt;br /&gt;Cómplice del viento&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Para colarse por tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios son de seda&lt;br /&gt;Tus dientes del color de la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;Tu risa la sangre&lt;br /&gt;Que corre por mis venas&lt;br /&gt;Tus besos la tinta de mis versos&lt;br /&gt;Que siempre te cuentan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti que veo ríos&lt;br /&gt;Donde solo hay asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti que hay océanos&lt;br /&gt;Donde solo había charcos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por ti, que soy un duende&lt;br /&gt;Cómplice del viento&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Que se escapa de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Para colarse por tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;Y decirte&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios son de seda&lt;br /&gt;Tus dientes del color de la luna llena&lt;br /&gt;Tu risa la sangre&lt;br /&gt;Que corre por mis venas&lt;br /&gt;Tus besos la tinta de mis versos&lt;br /&gt;Que siempre te cuentan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que siempre te cuentan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-8826967302674742723?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/8826967302674742723/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=8826967302674742723' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8826967302674742723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/8826967302674742723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/08/es-por-ti.html' title='Es por ti'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rs3YAjyB7QI/AAAAAAAAABM/RvVbgjrDKEs/s72-c/untitled20.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-6672802308716895228</id><published>2007-08-14T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:04.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*NaNiT*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RsH0I0wvmiI/AAAAAAAAABE/sgBanJGG4uo/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098624685599332898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RsH0I0wvmiI/AAAAAAAAABE/sgBanJGG4uo/s400/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vine aquí,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sé que estàs cansada, els ulls se't fan petits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixa'm abraçar-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tendrament i calla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que és molt tard i arriba l'hora de dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posa el capa la meva falda i deix la meva mà&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;espolsar els fantasmesque t'amoïnen i t'espanten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanca els ulls que jo et vigilo des d'aquí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorm tranquil·la i digue'm bona nit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deix que et porti en braços fins al llit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeu ben a la vora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saps que no estàs sola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentre et dic a cau d'orella bona nit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pel balcó la lluna t'esguarda i sé que et fa un petó,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;res no té importància&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fins demà a trenc d'alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quan de sobte t'acaroni la claror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorm tranquil·la i digue'm bona nit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deix que et porti en braços fins el llit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jeu ben a la vora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saps que no estàs sola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentre et dic a cau d'orella bona nit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-6672802308716895228?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6672802308716895228/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=6672802308716895228' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6672802308716895228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6672802308716895228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/08/nanit.html' title='*NaNiT*'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RsH0I0wvmiI/AAAAAAAAABE/sgBanJGG4uo/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-4924555164886245739</id><published>2007-08-04T16:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:41:40.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to miss a thing</title><content type='html'>I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-4924555164886245739?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4924555164886245739/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=4924555164886245739' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4924555164886245739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4924555164886245739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-could-stay-awake-just-to-hear-you.html' title='I don&apos;t want to miss a thing'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-4710976963001562433</id><published>2007-07-08T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:04.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RpEgdGiB_4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/l6FLdIjEhCk/s1600-h/sunset7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084881138619645826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="328" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RpEgdGiB_4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/l6FLdIjEhCk/s320/sunset7.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-4710976963001562433?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4710976963001562433/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=4710976963001562433' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4710976963001562433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/4710976963001562433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/07/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing Cars'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RpEgdGiB_4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/l6FLdIjEhCk/s72-c/sunset7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-6261388278435165731</id><published>2007-06-27T03:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:05.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendita Luz</title><content type='html'>Bendito el lugar&lt;br /&gt;y el motivo de estar ahí,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la coincidencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito el reloj,&lt;br /&gt;que nos puso puntual ahí..&lt;br /&gt;bendita sea tú presencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RoG8MGiB_1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ORMrLQnfFz4/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080548770748432210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="310" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RoG8MGiB_1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ORMrLQnfFz4/s320/Dibujo.bmp" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito Dios por encontrarnos en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;y de quitarme esta soledad,de mi destino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la luz de tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la luz de tu mirada desde el alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos ojos que me esquivaban,&lt;br /&gt;simulaban desde que me ignoraban,&lt;br /&gt;y de repente sostienes la mirada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito Dios por encontrarnos en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;y de quitarme está soledadde mi destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la luz de tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la luz de tu mirada ooooohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria divina, de esta suerte bebo el vino&lt;br /&gt;de encontrarte justo ahí en medio del camino…&lt;br /&gt;Gloria al cielo encontrarte ahora&lt;br /&gt;llevarte mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;y coincidir en mi destino&lt;br /&gt;en el mismo destino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epaleeeee !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la luz de tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Bendita la luz,&lt;br /&gt;bendita la luz de tu mirada…&lt;br /&gt;Bendita mirada&lt;br /&gt;bendita mirada desde el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada bendita, bendita, bendita mirada,&lt;br /&gt;bendita tú alma y bendita tu luz…&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada, oh! oh! Es tan bendita tu luz amor.&lt;br /&gt;Bendito el reloj y bendito el lugar,&lt;br /&gt;benditos tus besos cerquita del mar&lt;br /&gt;tú mirada, amor, amor&lt;br /&gt;que bendita tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada amor…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284525634681776406-6261388278435165731?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/6261388278435165731/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=6261388278435165731' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6261388278435165731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/6261388278435165731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/06/bendita-luz.html' title='Bendita Luz'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/RoG8MGiB_1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ORMrLQnfFz4/s72-c/Dibujo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284525634681776406.post-2031329745872534481</id><published>2007-06-25T01:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:35:05.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't a love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rn8AY47WDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BQLdTvjd--8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079779332295364274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rn8AY47WDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BQLdTvjd--8/s320/untitled.bmp" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I should have seen it coming when the roses died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Should have seen the end of summer in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I should have listened when you said good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You really meant good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby ain't it funny how you never ever learn to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're really on your knees when you think you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;standing tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But only fools are know-it-alls and I've played that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I cried and cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There were nights that I died for you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tried and I tried to deny it that your love drove me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;crazy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the love that I got for you is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the river I've cried ain't that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yeah I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This ain't a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby I thought you and me would stand the test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like we got away with the perfect crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But we were just a legend in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess that I was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Remember those nights dancing at the masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The clowns wore smiles that wouldn't fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You and I were the renegades some things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It made me so mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'cause I wanted it bad for us baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And now it's so sad that whatever we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ain't worth saving oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the love that I've got for you is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the river I've cried ain't that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yes I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This ain't a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the pain that I'm feeling so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is the reason that I'm holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yeah I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This ain't a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I cried and I cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There were nights that I died for you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tried and I tried to deny it that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your love drove me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the love that I got for you is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the river I cried ain't that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yeah I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This ain't a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If the pain that I'm feeling so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is the reason that I'm holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yeah I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This ain't a love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I'm wrong yeah I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This ain't a love song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh oh oh no no&lt;/span&gt;&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/284525634681776406-2031329745872534481?l=this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2031329745872534481/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284525634681776406&amp;postID=2031329745872534481' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2031329745872534481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284525634681776406/posts/default/2031329745872534481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-aint-a-love-song.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-should-have-seen-it-coming-when-roses.html' title='This ain&apos;t a love song'/><author><name>*Laia*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18121376989655156969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/R_NoGlDfP2I/AAAAAAAAACg/RwNpmPe_fCA/S220/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1kCDZ5P9h4/Rn8AY47WDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BQLdTvjd--8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
