<?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-5680908</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:00:48.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-8914569193329777086</id><published>2011-10-14T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T03:15:00.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la vida es frágil......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/8914569193329777086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=8914569193329777086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/8914569193329777086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/8914569193329777086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-vida-es-fragil.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-8353535379764817278</id><published>2011-07-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:02:23.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no es lo mismo ser que estarno es lo mismo... es distinto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/8353535379764817278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=8353535379764817278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/8353535379764817278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/8353535379764817278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-es-lo-mismo-ser-que-estar-no-es-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-6059280938383884811</id><published>2011-02-08T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:06:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tal vez  nunca he estado como hoy, tan cerca de mi partida que me olvide  de mis limitaciones y me he convertido en lo que nunca quise, nuevamente la  miserable vanidad de mi ser se esta esfumando de mis instintos sin dejar  rastro pero esta vez esta dejando un sed insaciable de olvido.  Y solo me quedo  aquí, con una mano en el corazón y en la otra, excusas , excusas que ni  yo entiendo, creo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/6059280938383884811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=6059280938383884811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/6059280938383884811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/6059280938383884811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2011/02/tal-vez-nunca-he-estado-como-hoy-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-8884333899299062520</id><published>2011-01-27T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:55:00.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Con migo y sin mi......Siempre sere yo, mas complicado que sencillo, no soy bueno pero tampoco  soy tan malo, tengo mucho de diferente con el resto, no me gusta  demostrar lo que siento pero cuando hay que exteriorizarlo lo saco sin  ningún problema. En la vida hay acciones que son propiciadas por el  contexto, el  entorno, la situación emocional y que me dan la confianza  de hacerlas por que hay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/8884333899299062520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=8884333899299062520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/8884333899299062520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/8884333899299062520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2011/01/con-migo-y-sin-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-6435889280819148821</id><published>2009-01-01T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:20:00.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agustito con la vida.............................y no soy poeta................20 años luz.....................y el nueve es mi numero favorito.............................vamonos..............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/6435889280819148821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=6435889280819148821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/6435889280819148821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/6435889280819148821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2009/01/agustito-con-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-4991310709488496218</id><published>2006-12-05T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:19:04.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tengo el espíritu redoblado de sentimientos encontrados…. Esos sentimientos que me cruzan, y se me atraviesan, y me tropiezan, y me empujan, y me voltean....... tantas cosas que decir, tantas cosas que callar, asi de simple y asi de complicado.Tomo lo incomprensible, en la explicación de lo sucedido, en la dificultad de comunicar algo que no se logra verbalizar, que no se puede expresar y lo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/4991310709488496218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=4991310709488496218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/4991310709488496218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/4991310709488496218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2006/12/tengo-el-espritu-redoblado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-116166227399686829</id><published>2006-10-24T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:58:15.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rápido que ya existe el tiempo, rápido que dejo de existir, rápido rápido que dejo de disfrutarlo, esto no es cuestión de tiempo que se evapora, esto se trata de mi, de recuperar ese sentir implacable que me caracterizaba cuando niño, ese niño que salía de noche a perseguir esos sueños que quedaban pendientes o inconclusos …...........esta noche solo seguire mi instinto.........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/116166227399686829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=116166227399686829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/116166227399686829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/116166227399686829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2006/10/rpido-que-ya-existe-el-tiempo-rpido-que.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-115994985014223334</id><published>2006-10-04T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:17:30.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/115994985014223334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=115994985014223334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/115994985014223334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/115994985014223334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-112832616563211569</id><published>2005-10-04T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:42:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La noche guarda un andar presuroso y lleno de secretos que marcan nuevas cicatrices por ser curadas con palabras ajenas y desconocidas, invento un nuevo sentimiento y grito la falsa esperanza de que mañana todo será diferente( mi destino nunca existio(es ovio que no(definitivo que no(programacion inversa de los sentidos)))</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/112832616563211569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=112832616563211569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832616563211569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832616563211569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-noche-guarda-un-andar-presuroso-y.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-112832609697443814</id><published>2005-10-04T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:44:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Entre temores eternos y este sabor de desesperación hago un viaje interminable para acumular en mi cuerpo algo mas que palabras intangibles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/112832609697443814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=112832609697443814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832609697443814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832609697443814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/10/entre-temores-eternos-y-este-sabor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-112832597747843793</id><published>2005-10-03T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:52:57.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me levanto y comienzo  a caminar en círculos diminutos que parecen hacerse mas grandes conforme avanzo ,camino  hacia una espiral eterna que cuestiona mi existencia  , esta existencia que justifico con respirar sentado frente a un inmenso sol y una estrella diminuta que parece esfumarse con el tiempo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/112832597747843793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=112832597747843793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832597747843793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832597747843793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-levanto-y-comienzo-caminar-en.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-112832560143978643</id><published>2005-10-03T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:51:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Abro los ojos y la oscuridad se impone ante mis sentidos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/112832560143978643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=112832560143978643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832560143978643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112832560143978643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/10/abro-los-ojos-y-la-oscuridad-se-impone.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-112288007511089696</id><published>2005-08-01T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:30:37.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El momento llego, aquí, donde mismo, con un sentimiento diferente, con una palabra diferente, desconociendo el cambio que surgió después de meditar las cosas muy profundamente, desperdiciando cualquier posibilidad de amor en un momento cualquiera para despertar la curiosidad de mis sentidos, y poder confundirme en una misma oscuridad.Hoy solo me dedico a no amar.........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/112288007511089696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=112288007511089696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112288007511089696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/112288007511089696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/08/el-momento-llego-aqu-donde-mismo-con-un.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-111998443838352220</id><published>2005-06-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:54:23.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>una imagen dice mas que mil palabras...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/111998443838352220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=111998443838352220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111998443838352220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111998443838352220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/06/una-imagen-dice-mas-que-mil-palabras.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-111574898433779862</id><published>2005-05-10T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:24:02.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un nueve cualquiera.....Al diluir las palabras en un fragmento de mi vida en el que la distancia cuesta mas que recuerdos que se pagan con nuevas sensaciones, tomo un suspiro infinito , limito mi respiracion y vuelo lejos sin permitir que nada se interponga en esta noche repentina con divinas sombras, afino mi pupila para desvanecerme en una tormenta que atravieza mis ojos...............que lejos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/111574898433779862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=111574898433779862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111574898433779862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111574898433779862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-nueve-cualquiera.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-111504663268381384</id><published>2005-05-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:12:20.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo lo de españa se queda en españa.........fuck, que buena filosofia...............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/111504663268381384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=111504663268381384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111504663268381384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111504663268381384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/05/todo-lo-de-espaa-se-queda-en-espaa.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-111305671488311910</id><published>2005-04-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:25:14.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acabo que ni queria ir............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/111305671488311910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=111305671488311910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111305671488311910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111305671488311910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/04/acabo-que-ni-queria-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-111305663567077437</id><published>2005-04-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:23:55.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>distancia opuesta,comida insipida, frio, lluvia, cerveza de caña, porritos eusteros, le tigre, playita en invierno, beat, metro, tren , bus, tapas, pitas, paella, cigrros tijuaneros, vinito varato, dinero evaporado, corrocion de las paredes, corrocion de mis sentidos, cuarto piso, refugio insierto, desfile de recuerdos, intercambio cultural......... bla bla bla bla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/111305663567077437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=111305663567077437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111305663567077437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/111305663567077437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/04/distancia-opuestacomida-insipida-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110876702787652311</id><published>2005-02-18T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T14:50:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frágil y sencillamente eterno el conocimiento que me llevo , tiempos compartidos, sensaciones ajenas incrustadas en mi piel, razonamiento oculto entre unas paredes que se desaprovechan intentando perder el silencio , muchas cosas me llevo dentro,  muchas mas las dejo enterradas, hoy pierdo ese equilibrio en el que vivía, hoy busco nuevamente ese balance que me deje continuar por un camino </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/110876702787652311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=110876702787652311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110876702787652311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110876702787652311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/02/frgil-y-sencillamente-eterno-el.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110747916279442486</id><published>2005-02-03T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:57:05.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feminidad instantanea......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/110747916279442486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=110747916279442486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110747916279442486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110747916279442486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/02/feminidad-instantanea.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110548298204092328</id><published>2005-01-11T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T14:36:22.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5 años reducido a cenizas, cenizas que se incrustan por entre a mis venas y reclaman mi nombre, un nombre que no existe, un nombre que no es nada mas que tiempo evaporado, me marcho sin decir nada, me marcho sin reclamar mi existencia.....hoy no se quien soy, solo se que no soy digno de estar aquí........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110514446206714018</id><published>2005-01-07T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T16:52:17.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>un post que no escribiTijuana...Tijuana...la frontera...Mexican AMPM...gatorade/snapple...drive...la costa...ENSENADA...musica...AIR*ZOE*JEM...cafe...black and white photos...la bandera...un cigarro...but no light..."sin flash"...casa de mi abuelo..."EL SHOW" de ENSENADA...jajja...ALFONSOS RESTAURANTE..."that" phone call!!!...with a flip of a coin we decide what to eat...not a very GOOD choice!!.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/110514446206714018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=110514446206714018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110514446206714018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110514446206714018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2005/01/un-post-que-no-escribi-tijuana.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110235996408430546</id><published>2004-12-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:06:04.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>900 millones de campesinos cultivan nuestros alimentos: azúcar, café, cacao, arroz...Trabajan duro. Sin embargo, están condenados a no poder vivir dignamente de su trabajo: no pueden comprar medicinas ni educar a sus hijos y en su inmensa mayoría pasan hambre. Las reglas comerciales de los países ricos, que benefician a grandes compañías y terratenientes, les obligan incluso a vender sus cosechas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/110235996408430546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=110235996408430546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110235996408430546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110235996408430546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/12/900-millones-de-campesinos-cultivan.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110193194576475466</id><published>2004-12-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:42:54.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cositas por terminar....Reporte de Servicio SocialRediseños de etiqueta de un productoTrabajo final del Ser Humano y la éticaResumen de Capítulos: 3,4,5,6,7Trabajo Final de ProducciónVideo clip AnimadoProyecto final de Simulación por ComputadoraTríptico informativo de empresaInicio curso de inviernoOdiaramaracariciarllorarmaldecirrecordaridearcreardar vueltas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/110193194576475466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=110193194576475466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110193194576475466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110193194576475466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/12/cositas-por-terminar.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-110089840109634602</id><published>2004-11-19T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T13:07:35.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nada toma toda una vida.......falta un poco y una eternidad . . . . . .</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/110089840109634602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=110089840109634602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110089840109634602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/110089840109634602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/11/nada-toma-toda-una-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109943455547873143</id><published>2004-11-02T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:29:15.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dos de Noviembre...................Parece que hoy no solo en Latinoamérica es Día de Muertos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109943455547873143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109943455547873143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109943455547873143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109943455547873143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/11/dos-de-noviembre.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109903041582172339</id><published>2004-10-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:13:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“El corazón del Abuelo no resistió esta vez” Yo no creo que su corazón  no haya resistido, creo que ya estaba  cansado de tantas noches sin poder dormir ,cansado de tantas operaciones a corazón abierto , cansado de su silla de rueda, cansado de no poder maldecid porque perdió el habla, cansado y molesto  de no poder saborear su cerveza bien helada  con sus carnitas de puerco que tanto le gustaban</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109903041582172339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109903041582172339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109903041582172339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109903041582172339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/10/el-corazn-del-abuelo-no-resisti-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109829958925037505</id><published>2004-10-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T12:13:09.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mi voz emite el desafío  de palabras libres en las zonas industriales </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109829958925037505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109829958925037505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109829958925037505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109829958925037505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/10/mi-voz-emite-el-desafo-de-palabras.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109720402794554994</id><published>2004-10-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:54:29.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take them out, dude: pilots toast hit on Iraqi 'civilians'Take them out, dude: pilots toast hit on Iraqi 'civilians'10/06/04 "The Independent" -- The Pentagon said yesterday it was investigating cockpit video footage that shows American pilots attacking and killing a group of apparently unarmed Iraqi civilians.The 30-second clip shows the pilot targeting the group of people in a street in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109720402794554994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109720402794554994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109720402794554994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109720402794554994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/10/take-them-out-dude-pilots-toast-hit-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109649077177791567</id><published>2004-09-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:46:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 años no son suficientes?...........Patrullando sin cesar patrullando sin descansar patrullando un mar de dudas algo ha terminado por romperseRitmos nuevos sonarán ahora es el momento de moverse signos nuevos abrirán nuestras voces sobre el mundo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109649077177791567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109649077177791567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109649077177791567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109649077177791567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/09/10-aos-no-son-suficientes.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109545938653613238</id><published>2004-09-17T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:39:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suelo ser medio especial para la comida, no me gustas las cosas dulces, no me gusta el pan dulce, ni la nieve, ni el pastel, ni el chocolate, ni nada por el estilo, pero cuando suelo hacerme a la idea que de vez en cuando es bueno comer algo dulce, las cosas no salen como espero...... esta vez me disponía a cenar unas donitas bimbo con un basote de lechee, acaaaa con un chingo de hielito y toda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109545938653613238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109545938653613238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109545938653613238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109545938653613238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/09/suelo-ser-medio-especial-para-la-comida.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109452846420134513</id><published>2004-09-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:41:04.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pierdo la  mirada en el vacio, pienso , reflexiono  y me pierdo entre las notas de una cancion y el ruido del telefono...............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109452846420134513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109452846420134513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109452846420134513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109452846420134513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/09/pierdo-la-mirada-en-el-vacio-pienso.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109418388186853824</id><published>2004-09-02T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:50:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El impulso ha comenzado, todo está siendo grabado en nuestras mentes, puedes entrenar el cerebro observando a la gente, es la nueva sensación.baila el ritmo de la técnica cultural , cambia estos limites imaginarios.........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109418388186853824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109418388186853824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109418388186853824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109418388186853824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/09/el-impulso-ha-comenzado-todo-est-siendo.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109392038777857287</id><published>2004-08-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:15:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simpre suelo tener un sueño espacial orbitando sobre tus sentidossiento estar mas cerca de ti, alejándome de una realidad por de masaguerrida, me duermo rápidamente, mis sondas cerebrales se paralizanal tratar de descifrar lo que significan mis sueños, me despierto y suelomirarte nuevamente por esa ventana por demás amarilla. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109392038777857287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109392038777857287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109392038777857287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109392038777857287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/08/simpre-suelo-tener-un-sueo-espacial.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109341786869876611</id><published>2004-08-25T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:32:36.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por que los ricos ….. Van a sus colegios a jugarcon los curascon las monjas de la caridadcon sus cuerpos llenos de comidacrecen como europeosrubios y robustosles limpian el caminoa la universidadllenan sus libretasde notas sin igualsus cabezas sabentodo lo que hayque respondery nunca trates de entender¿ Porque, porque los ricos ?¿ Porque, porque los ricos ?Tienen derecho a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109341786869876611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109341786869876611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109341786869876611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109341786869876611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/08/por-que-los-ricos.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109314095045446939</id><published>2004-08-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T17:53:26.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIDEO EXPERIMENTAL  "BI" DE DANIELLA CARDONA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109314095045446939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109314095045446939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109314095045446939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109314095045446939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/08/video-experimental-bi-de-daniella.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109224083040488518</id><published>2004-08-11T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T09:15:22.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      "HAY UN SENTIMIENTO      CRECIENTE EN DEFENSA DE LA DIGNIDAD"                                antiglobalización                                                anticapitalismo.                          dirigente campesino            Evo Morales  Hace como un año me toco entablar unacharla acerca de la situación que se vive en súdame rica, con un maestro peruano que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109224083040488518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109224083040488518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109224083040488518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109224083040488518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109202530094373811</id><published>2004-08-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:21:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy es un dia X ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109202530094373811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109202530094373811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109202530094373811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109202530094373811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/08/hoy-es-un-dia-x.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109130738155026729</id><published>2004-07-31T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T13:56:21.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Un fondo oscuro  y ese abismo me parece inalcanzable, como el de mis sueños eternos en noches prohibidas. Pero esta vez hay algo diferente, el silencio, el silencio que no esta y que no existe pero que parece tan real y diferente provoca que el aire se mueva y las estrellas crezcan cada vez mas hasta estrellarse en mi rostro ,y solo para recalcarme el hecho que no estoy dormido, mucho </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109130738155026729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109130738155026729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109130738155026729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109130738155026729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109129263901330184</id><published>2004-07-31T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T09:50:39.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      elecciones              Mientras      que en Tijuana se realizan las elecciones, en alguna otra parte de la      ciudad(no hace falta decir donde) habrá un par de gringos  poniendo      cara de estúpidos arriba de un burrito grafitiado para la fotografía del      recuerdo.                                     Bueno,      creo que este fin de semana habrá demasiada polémica, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109129263901330184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109129263901330184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109129263901330184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109129263901330184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/07/elecciones-mientras-que-en-tijuana-se.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-109059880875416351</id><published>2004-07-23T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T09:09:40.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      Es      momento para ser paciente.                         El examen que pudo cambiar el rumbo de mi vida.........jaaaaaaaaa(es      cierto!)        Pues como      siempre, llegue en blanco ,eran las 4:30 y ya       quería abortar el examen por completo, quise largarme con el hecho      de pensar que tardaría toda una eternidad en terminar, pero pues tuve que      ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/109059880875416351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=109059880875416351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109059880875416351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/109059880875416351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/07/es-momento-para-ser-paciente.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108984018455039563</id><published>2004-07-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T09:54:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            Quiero escribir algo diferente , algo que sea mas que palabras intangibles por la mente, sentado aquí , en este cuarto reciclable desde la tierra hasta el cielo, me doy cuenta que la noche suele ser demasiada negra, mas obscura que nunca y, ni si quiera la luz de la luna suele asomarse por mi ventana, creo que hay algo diferente, algo que reclama mi nombre, mi existencia, mi alma, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108984018455039563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108984018455039563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108984018455039563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108984018455039563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/07/quiero-escribir-algo-diferente-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108897361285293506</id><published>2004-07-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T09:15:00.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>independence day.................si que saven festejar los americanos..........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108897361285293506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108897361285293506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108897361285293506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108897361285293506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/07/independence-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108819831101458168</id><published>2004-06-25T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T14:21:19.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            Dejando el      cigarro              ta cabron , pero pues lo estoy intentando!uno no es ninguno! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108819831101458168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108819831101458168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108819831101458168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108819831101458168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/dejando-el-cigarro-ta-cabron-pero-pues.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108751938427516975</id><published>2004-06-17T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T17:52:51.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cool , una vecina que he tenido de toda la vida, pero que apenas la conosco hace unos meses! chido por la Artista Mnik! se hizo acredora de este post!Puro Murua 13 homies!!! vato loco forever!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108751938427516975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108751938427516975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108751938427516975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108751938427516975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/cool-una-vecina-que-he-ten_108751938427516975.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108731317962759423</id><published>2004-06-15T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T08:26:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que puedo decir del ultimo fin de semana..........Muy rico , muy rico,acaaa  desde el vinito delviernes, pasando por la piñata de mi sobrinita(hartazón de tacos ycheve),visitando a unas viejas amistades ,terminando con la pinche caguama deldomingo ,jajajjajaja, no mas cheveeeee!......... Puro vinito de aquí pal real!            "Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108731317962759423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108731317962759423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108731317962759423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108731317962759423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/que-puedo-decir-del-ultimo-fin-de.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108693947716185925</id><published>2004-06-11T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:40:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El ultimo proyecto …….ahora si esta de película el desmadre!Tengo que hacer una tarea en el que hay un proceso que se llama “renderear”,acaaa…… una vil secuencia de 600 fotografías para que salga la animación, cada fotografia dura 110 segundos en procesarse, así que 110 por 600 …y luego entre 60  y otra vez entre 60, puta madre……….18.333333 horas , chaleeeee , espero que nada pase y salga la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108693947716185925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108693947716185925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108693947716185925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108693947716185925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/el-ultimo-proyecto.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108689721693975589</id><published>2004-06-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T12:53:36.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ser naco  es chido!                                   naco                              aca,con la pasion chutalera!!                                                       chutale, chutale,            chido wey, pasala pasala de abolengo,            tirale al nido de la aguilas, ......pasame la cagua!! pero que este            bien elodiaaaa, chido weyyyy! aca......unos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108689721693975589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108689721693975589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108689721693975589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108689721693975589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/ser-naco-es-chido-chutale-chutale.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108671489840455662</id><published>2004-06-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T10:14:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ernesto García Cabral            Mexico rifa señores!!!      Esto es solo una parte de lo que es Mexcio con respecto al diseño.                                          Diseñador,            caricaturista, como quieran llamarle, Cabral es para mi una gran            influencia.mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:ES-MX;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108671489840455662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108671489840455662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108671489840455662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108671489840455662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/ernesto-garca-cabral-mexico-rifa.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108616969031386850</id><published>2004-06-02T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:48:10.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  palabrasQuiero algo no dulce en este instante, algo que me lleve mas alla del mundo imaginario que frota continuamente en el aire, hoy pase por tu cuerpo a mucha distancia afectando tus sentidos, queriendo engañar, engañar  , engañar, y llevarte dentro de mi hasta destrozar algo mas que unas palabras extrañas .Y si ya no hay humo, Y si ya no salen las palabras…….quiero salir corriendo y</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108616969031386850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108616969031386850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108616969031386850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108616969031386850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108616937384627388</id><published>2004-06-02T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:50:17.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  finalYa casi , ya casi termino, solo falta acomodar todo el desmadre que hay en esta mesa, todos los cds, todos los libros,todas las tasas de cafe, toda mi vida, y tal vez hasta pueda acomodar el desmadre que traigo en el corazon............  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108616937384627388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108616937384627388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108616937384627388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108616937384627388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108599200442914215</id><published>2004-05-31T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T09:23:24.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ♣  un dia mas.sigo el curso.....en los primeros 3 minutos se hizo el universo.precisamente todo esta pasando aquí.así empiezo la semana, con un post, un bostezo y desorden en el corazón ............  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108599200442914215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108599200442914215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108599200442914215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108599200442914215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108591151189462841</id><published>2004-05-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T08:09:38.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ♣ Pensándolo bien , se  que  siempre supe el desenlace.no es momento para ser cobardesoñé estar aquí y no recuerdo despertar,ya no confió en despertar.buenas madrugadas............  ®</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108591151189462841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108591151189462841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108591151189462841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108591151189462841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108591134219199088</id><published>2004-05-30T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T08:10:12.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ♣ así es, sábado , son las 3 de la mañana, y soy pequeño nuevamente, escuchando unas rolitas , como si eso reafirmara un poco lo que perdí.demasiado tiempo y no voy ni a la mitad de la tarea..........alucinando , pienso que varia gente de la que conozco , esta pisteando , bailando , haciendo cosas malas........mmmmmtaaaaa que rico! ni pedo, creo que me salgo a fumar un cigarro , y regreso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108591134219199088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108591134219199088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108591134219199088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108591134219199088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_108591134219199088.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108580185173835669</id><published>2004-05-28T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T20:37:31.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣         Funeral de mi pobre espíritu que ha muerto.Hoy escribo porque quisiera , aunque sea por un instante, sentir que todo vale la pena ,el puto sacrificio que hago día con día de levantarme a las 5:30 am, de trabajar las ocho horas que marca la ley, de estar obligado a comer algo que ni si quiera le encuentro sabor, de estar amarrado a esta puta computadora, cuando mis ojos lloran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108580185173835669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108580185173835669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108580185173835669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108580185173835669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108570454548616156</id><published>2004-05-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T07:44:13.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Mi mente ya no es libre, mi imaginación está completamente envenenada, atascada con un veneno negro. Soy una minúscula maquinaria, ya no soy un espíritu humano, mi espíritu ha muerto, mi pobre espíritu ha muerto............  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108570454548616156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108570454548616156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108570454548616156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108570454548616156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108456842831134610</id><published>2004-05-14T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T14:00:28.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Servicio Comunitario.Básicamente lo que hago los sabados es ir a las colonias de mas bajos recursos de Tijuana y regalar paquetes escolares ,al mismo tiempo aplicar algunas hojas de solicitud para que los morrillos (niños y niñas) puedan  obtener algun tipo de beca.Creo que esta es la pregunta que mas me gusta hacerles:   Que tipo de apoyo te gustaria recibir para salir adelante?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108456842831134610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108456842831134610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108456842831134610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108456842831134610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108398078478701090</id><published>2004-05-07T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T18:49:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Creo que ha sido una de las peores semanas en lo que llevo en la universidad, pero lo peor esta por venir.....no me quejo , creo que asumo cualquier responsabilidad que pueda traer algunos actos que hice y que tal ves seguiré haciendo.......a la chingada con mi cumpleaños , nunca he pedido algo en especial , y esta vez no sera la excepción.........no hay nada que festejar!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108398078478701090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108398078478701090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108398078478701090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108398078478701090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108364077514271370</id><published>2004-05-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T07:34:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Una morenita y una guerita sueltas en españa …….. Hubiera estado a toda madre ,poder haber ido con mi vanessita a españa.....hay pa la proxima .....................  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108364077514271370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108364077514271370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108364077514271370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108364077514271370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108330798168475374</id><published>2004-04-29T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T11:38:33.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Un fondo oscuro  y ese abismo me parece inalcanzable, como el de mis sueños eternos en noches prohibidas. Pero esta vez hay algo diferente, el silencio, el silencio que no esta y que no existe pero que parece tan real y diferente provoca que el aire se mueva y las estrellas crezcan cada vez mas hasta estrellarse en mi rostro ,y solo para recalcarme el hecho que no estoy dormido, mucho </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108330798168475374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108330798168475374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108330798168475374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108330798168475374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108274450869656182</id><published>2004-04-23T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T17:31:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Lenguaje Articulado."La tercera Nacion"Pretende vestir a Tijuana de si misma con el ropaje de sus creadores.Vale la pena visitarla............  ® serie Fotografica , Instalacion......Canal rio tijuana....El unico problema es como la va a ver la gente</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108274450869656182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108274450869656182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108274450869656182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108274450869656182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/serie-fotografica-instalacion.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108242967177970924</id><published>2004-04-19T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T20:05:13.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  la caminata del arteInspiración desde L.A.Estimulando los sentidos con dosis visuales , asi es como suelo alimentar mis conocimientos hacia una libertad colectiva de mente y espiritu.Mucho que escribir......pero por el momento esto es lo único que puedo decir............  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108242967177970924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108242967177970924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108242967177970924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108242967177970924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108207906572412804</id><published>2004-04-15T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T18:43:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Chido...... creo que las cosas no han cambiado mucho desde que era niño.creo que despues que me tomaron la foto sali corriendo jeje...............  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108207906572412804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108207906572412804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108207906572412804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108207906572412804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108207804593872132</id><published>2004-04-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:23:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Saca el banner de tu blog......Este es un tip que les servira para que su blog se mire mas chido.para sacar el banner de BLOGGER(la pinche publicidad que aparece arriba)Basta con colocarlo de abajo (o sea: un BODY comentado)ANTES del primer BODY escribe en tu template :agradezco su visita, y si les funciona pues que chido y si no,pues no duden en preguntarme.Pdta.corran la voz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108207804593872132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108207804593872132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108207804593872132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108207804593872132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_108207804593872132.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108182247063033427</id><published>2004-04-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:20:13.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Claudia: Paloma estupida !!!Esta  vez hasta las lagrimas se me salieron de la cura , una paloma se estrello en el parabrisas del carro en el que íbamos e instantáneamente callo muerta , aun asi a ella solo la invadio la ira por el pinche pedo que  le saco la pobre infeliz paloma. Descanse en paz la pobre paloma..::.:.::::.:::.:...:::::.:...::..::..::::..:..:.::.:..:.:::..:::...:.:.:..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108182247063033427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108182247063033427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108182247063033427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108182247063033427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108101411558587493</id><published>2004-04-03T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:52:44.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Noche casi perfecta...............................Y la noche se torno como un cuadro surrealista.......................::.:.::::.:::.:...:::::.:...::..::..::::..:..:.::.:..:.:::..:::...:.:.:...::.::.:...::..::::.::..:.:.:::...:.....::.:::..:.::.:::.::..::.:.....Estaria a toda madre que hubiera una ley que, cuando amanezca alguien crudo, tenga el derecho automatico de deslindarse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108101411558587493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108101411558587493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108101411558587493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108101411558587493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108095107864499827</id><published>2004-04-02T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T09:47:25.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  pasele , pasele marchantita..baratos baratos.........Pinches boletos de mi……… me resisto a intentar vender mas …….. ...........♣  .........la tarde sera para responder estas simples preguntitas...¿Que funciones emplearía para modular y demodular en banda base?¿Como se representa una señal binaria?solo un poco de programacion matematicas y me largo!!!..............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108095107864499827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108095107864499827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108095107864499827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108095107864499827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-108078050623137383</id><published>2004-03-31T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:52:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Zoe.simplemente estuvo chido......................  ® </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/108078050623137383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=108078050623137383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108078050623137383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/108078050623137383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107981729768073061</id><published>2004-03-20T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T13:55:04.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  “traducir los diagramas de flujo y los discursos de salas de juntas en historias reales sobre gente real con vidas reales” A.R......Yo..... solo muestro lo que suelen ver mis ojos............  ®	®</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107981729768073061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107981729768073061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107981729768073061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107981729768073061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107974099152016122</id><published>2004-03-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T13:32:46.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Quiero ser himnotizado para refugiarme en el estado mental de un cometa suspendido en la atmósfera.(®</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107974099152016122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107974099152016122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107974099152016122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107974099152016122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107974064694029189</id><published>2004-03-19T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T15:59:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  No me preocupa el no poder cerrar los ojos en la noche , tal vez por el ecceso de café , o del ecceso de palabras de la gente, hoy nada es diferente , tal vez sea eso lo que me emputa, hoy solo hay ecos en mi mente , ecos que van mas alla de las palabras que se quedan en el aire después de una charla amena en una noche de licor ,hoy nada es diferente solo la información que se evapora sin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107974064694029189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107974064694029189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107974064694029189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107974064694029189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_107974064694029189.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107889679134862012</id><published>2004-03-09T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T07:44:04.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  La clase ........ilustracion del concepto de diagrama de constelacion(Scater Plot)M=16;fd=1;Fs=10Pd=100Datos-randint(Fd,1,M);DatosMapeados=modmop(Datos,Fd,Fd,'qask',M);Retardo=3DatosDelCanal=rcosflt(DatosMapeados,Fd,Fs,'Fir/normal',0/5,Retardo);RetardoProp=Retardo.*Fs/Fd+1;DatosRecibidos=DatosdelCanal(retardoProp:end (RetardoProp-1),:);N=Fs/Fd;Offset=0h1=eyediagramm(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107889679134862012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107889679134862012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107889679134862012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107889679134862012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107853453343234394</id><published>2004-03-05T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:02:47.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Cómo enfrentar al Imperio"Nuestra estrategia debe ser no sólo enfrentar al Imperio, sino también sitiarlo. Privarlo de oxígeno. Avergonzarlo. Burlarnos de él. Con nuestro arte, nuestra música, nuestra literatura, nuestra necedad, nuestra alegría, nuestra brillantez –y nuestra habilidad para contar nuestras propias historias–. Historias que son distintas de las que quieren que creamos tras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107853453343234394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107853453343234394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107853453343234394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107853453343234394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/mi-amor-platonico.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107845779355983735</id><published>2004-03-04T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:46:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Era mio ,solo mio , solo ocupaba un espacio, un puto espacio como el que suelo ocupar en momentos de soledad..... era mi tesoro guardado. ......Mi mirada se enfoco en aquella casa en la que solia pasarme gran parte del dia jugando con mi amigo David ,y alli estaba mi bocho , mi bochito(un clásico) , esa lata oxidada con llantas, era mi tesoro guardado y no estaba donde lo habia dejado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107845779355983735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107845779355983735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107845779355983735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107845779355983735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107776246543851826</id><published>2004-02-25T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T10:33:48.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  La Mujer ,Tijuana y la maquiladora ..................suelo saber que aun hay discriminacion hacia la mujer.......®</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107776246543851826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107776246543851826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107776246543851826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107776246543851826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107617543422718186</id><published>2004-02-07T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T16:20:24.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Letras perdidas......Hace un año que el talento de estas letras dieron un adios momentáneo, hace un año.... hace un año.......... que sus letras se perdieron entre el humo y la niebla de las noches nostálgicas.El recuerdo del talento de sus letras.............. ®</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107617543422718186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107617543422718186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107617543422718186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107617543422718186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107612016833218915</id><published>2004-02-06T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T18:54:56.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Lagrimas falsas , lentes que se adaptan con dificultad.................... no puedo mirar mas de 10 minutos un monitor,he forzado demasiado la vista.........o tal vez mire demasiado lejos..... creo que mejor voy con el oculista una vez mas...........................................  ®	®</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107612016833218915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107612016833218915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107612016833218915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107612016833218915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107517226222429183</id><published>2004-01-26T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:26:14.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Estoy encabronado..... queria empezar bien el semestre, casi siempre acostumbro faltar la primer semana de clases , pero esta vez quise cambiar, bueno un poco nada mas, asi que falte la primer clase, fua a mi espacio a comer, fuy a comprar una libreta y regrese a la escuela para lo que seria mi primer dia de clases, pero pues claro , el pinche maestro ni si quiera se presento!!!!! Ley de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107517226222429183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107517226222429183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107517226222429183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107517226222429183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107490715830297610</id><published>2004-01-23T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:20:47.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♣  Después de las firmas de medio mundo, logre inscribirme a lo que parece ser mi ultimo semestre..... aunque debo de admitir que son demasiadas cosas por hacer para un semestre, esta vez juro sin cruzar los dedos que me esforzare para lograr terminar con todos los requisitos que me faltan , y la verdad solo de pensar  me da  hueva ... ;.. servicio social , practicas profesionales ,talleres </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107490715830297610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107490715830297610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107490715830297610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107490715830297610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107455497931163872</id><published>2004-01-19T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:31:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El sábado fui a ensenada con un  Doc para ver un trabajo que ocupaba para su negocio , creo que un Doc para el que trabaje en Tijuana me recomendo.. no me quejo pero pues a veces esta de hueva trabajar con dones que se la dan de muy eruditos aunque siempre aprendo algo nuevo con ese tipo de personas.... pero bueno creo  que asi será mi vida,....  estuvo medio ligth el pedo por alla, una cenita,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107455497931163872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107455497931163872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107455497931163872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107455497931163872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/el-sbado-fui-ensenada-con-un-doc-para.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107455489483072898</id><published>2004-01-19T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:29:39.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algunos amigos que sueles tener, pero que nunca sueles dicir que tienes.....El viernes regrese a mi pasado olvidado..... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107455489483072898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107455489483072898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107455489483072898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107455489483072898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/algunos-amigos-que-sueles-tener-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107430340743014064</id><published>2004-01-16T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T14:11:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siento que subi al infierno  y no encontre el cielo alla arriba, Aun persistes en mis recuerdos como si fuera ayer cuando hacias aquella risa de malvada que solia divertirme,y entre risas y llantos suelo verte de entre la gente ,quiero escuchar, no se como hacerlo , mis manos se congelan cada vez ,cada vez que lo intento , quisiera refugiarme un solo instante en tu voz aun sabiendo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107430340743014064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107430340743014064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107430340743014064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107430340743014064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/siento-que-subi-al-infierno-y-no.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107355518167807449</id><published>2004-01-08T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T01:49:18.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CON GRIPA EXTREMA ......Y UN FRIO INSOPORTABLE.....ME QUEDA POCO TIEMPO PARA TERMINAR ..... ME QUEDO ODIANDO UNA CANCION Y ME PIERDO EN LA NOCHE PARA DARLE FIN AL TRABAJO QUE COMENZE…............ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107355518167807449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107355518167807449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107355518167807449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107355518167807449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/con-gripa-extrema.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107355357907088019</id><published>2004-01-08T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:24:38.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sabiduría… Bagando por alli y creo que lo unico que termine odiando fue una cancion de INCUBUS en cenizas, claro que puedo odiar lo que yo quiera ,pero en este instante solo quiero odiar esa cancion….. creo que por el momento quiero quedarme asi , sin mas que decir , sin mas que mirar, sin mas que odiar…………….. …. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107355357907088019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107355357907088019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107355357907088019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107355357907088019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/sabidura-bagando-por-alli-y-creo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107355182162516173</id><published>2004-01-08T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:51:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definitivamente el año no empezo como queria , gente que quiero podria irse para siempre de mi vida, alguien de quien herede el nombre que llevo esta en el hospital victima de una embolia , la ultima vez que estuvo en el hospital le dijeron que le daban 72 horas de vida y saben que? Creo que se equivocaron los pendejos , porque salio del hospital caminando, esta vez le dan 48 horas pero creo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107355182162516173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107355182162516173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107355182162516173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107355182162516173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/definitivamente-el-ao-no-empezo-como.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107354388152587023</id><published>2004-01-07T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:39:14.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parecia no haber novedad alguna, la gripa se manifesto al maximo  al comenzar la tarde.Una llamada para un trabajo urgente , claro que no pude rechazar la oferte , asi que la tome , pero viendo ahora creo que es demasiado trabajo , pero en fin ago lo que me gusta hacer, mucha de la veces suelo pensar que no lo ago por dinero.La noche será larga , mas larga que la ultima vez , hoy parece ser de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107354388152587023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107354388152587023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107354388152587023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107354388152587023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/parecia-no-haber-novedad-alguna-la.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107334872220574816</id><published>2004-01-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T14:50:04.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pero que pendejo eres......No tienes ni puta idea de lo que suele pasar por mi  mente........                                                 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107334872220574816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107334872220574816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107334872220574816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107334872220574816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/pero-que-pendejo-eres.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107308603356398798</id><published>2004-01-02T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:46:48.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algo nuevo me insita a la mutación, mire mis ojos y no me dijeron nada....En un balcon azul que me espera en las escaleras de vidrio , que desea algo mas que un nombre                  un nombre.....frágil en la oscuridad.....                                         miradas y mutacion......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107308603356398798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107308603356398798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107308603356398798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107308603356398798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2004/01/algo-nuevo-me-insita-la-mutacin-mire.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107189554338191590</id><published>2003-12-19T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T20:46:38.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creo escribo de desesperación , no se fijen si encuentran un desmadre pero es viernes y estoy en clases todavía y salgo a las 10 ...... estoy hasta la madre.....Dias y mas dias,  a veces 8 a veces 13 y varias veces 18 horas pegadas al monitor haciendo proyectos y mas proyectos, creo que aparte de cansado estoy hasta la madre ,es hora de despedirme , un despido no eterno, solo temporal , creo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107189554338191590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107189554338191590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107189554338191590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107189554338191590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/creo-escribo-de-desesperacin-no-se.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107189205567229972</id><published>2003-12-19T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T12:31:59.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Alucinando con mi espacio... alucinando con mis nuevas alucinaciones... alucinando con mi vida... alucinando con mi existencia...alucinando con las citas, alucinando con volar...alucinando con volverte a verte... alucinando en un viernes...alucinando con un lapiz...alucinando con una camara...alucinando cada vez mas...alucinando por escuchar una voz...alucinando mas que alucinar.................</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107188725896513867</id><published>2003-12-19T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T12:32:25.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El recuerdo tras el olvido..El olvido esta esta distante...El recuerdo se queda un rato mas con migo La vida se detenia ahí donde sus labios rozaban con los mios: un mundo nuevo, totalmente diferente del que vivíamos, con otras reglas, otras obligaciones, otros intereses...Una ausencia a veces dramática de interés. Llegábamos a nuestro escondite, ebrios del aire del atardecer, alimentados </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107188725896513867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107188725896513867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107188725896513867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107188725896513867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/el-recuerdo-tras-el-olvido.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107180882691895710</id><published>2003-12-18T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:41:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El trip de la semana…."Si crees que estas listo para vivir solo ….pues adelante” ....... no preguntes……” Y me encuentro de repente en mediode un camino desconocido;no se que dirección seguir,que es lo que debo hacer,ni a donde mirar.Lo único que siento es polvo,Piedras y soledad.¿Son esos los obstáculos de la vida?Ahora entiendo que difícil es el caminar,-aunque pienso que todo anda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107180882691895710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107180882691895710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107180882691895710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107180882691895710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/el-trip-de-la-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107133986096736704</id><published>2003-12-13T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T08:24:06.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Después de un trip con unos amigos por toda Tijuana , tomando fotos y mas fotos para una revista ,no pude  pasar por el aeropuerto sin darme cuenta de las muertes que van hasta el momento por causas del OPERATIVO GUARDIAN, implementado ya hace poco mas de 9 años.Es injusto dividir territorio , es injusto dividir vidas, es injusto ver gente morir , es injusto lo que siento.Creo que se pueden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107133986096736704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107133986096736704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107133986096736704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107133986096736704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/despus-de-un-trip-con-unos-amigos-por.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107104181629682711</id><published>2003-12-09T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T07:25:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Varios dias despierto , creo que puedo acordarme de la ultima vez que soñé ,quiero soñar nuevamente, soñar y  quedarme suspendido en ese sueño . Cae la noche demasiado rápido y mañana tendré que tomar una decisión importante, como me emputa eso, estoy hasta la madre de las decisiones importantes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107104181629682711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107104181629682711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107104181629682711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107104181629682711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/varios-dias-despierto-creo-que-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107096871858955306</id><published>2003-12-09T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T08:27:51.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cuenta regresiva.Solo un semestre mas y nos vamos. . . </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107096871858955306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107096871858955306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107096871858955306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107096871858955306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/cuenta-regresiva.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107067760954404261</id><published>2003-12-05T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:28:31.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tarde de un Viernes como cualquier otroY yo aquí refugiado en este laboratorio frioTratando de terminar mis proyectosTratando de terminar lo que comencé.Frio? a fin de cuentas es invierno.Soledad? a fin de cuentas estoy solo.Y que mas da si no termino.Y Que mas da Que mas da…..Las palabras se me fueron de la boca, confundo nombres.Duermo o sigo?Creo que un cigarro ayudara.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107067760954404261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107067760954404261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107067760954404261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107067760954404261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/tarde-de-un-viernes-como-cualquier.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107059083834815260</id><published>2003-12-04T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T18:21:18.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las cosas imposibles .....                                                     Todo empezo  extrañandola....Asi empezo la travesia.....PoP decide partir sin decir nada, sin ayuda de nadie , decidido a encontrarla en un mundo totalmente diferente al suyo , en un mundo de 25 mil almasextrañar...idea...camino..confucion...cigarro y una buena rola...la otra odisea...seria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107059083834815260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107059083834815260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107059083834815260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107059083834815260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/las-cosas-imposibles.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107049890759504110</id><published>2003-12-03T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:51:37.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.Hoy borro una parte de mi memoria, es demasiado facil que hasta logro pensar que me estoy transformando.............      Y  Parto sin decir nada</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107049890759504110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107049890759504110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107049890759504110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107049890759504110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107035612688564907</id><published>2003-12-02T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T01:10:37.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.Lejos de Mí, Tomo un respiro de esta vida y me quedo Perdido en mi propia sombra.Una hora, un minuto, sesenta segundos, nada toma tanto tiempo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107035612688564907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107035612688564907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107035612688564907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107035612688564907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/12/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680908.post-107013872494020657</id><published>2003-11-29T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T12:45:59.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La ultima noche PoP.No hubo nada mas que decir, partí a mi mundo con un gran vació , fue tan rara la noche que no podía mirar porque una lluvia invadió mis ojos , el camino se hizo tan corto que no pude llegar a casa , seguí manejando y manejando , y la lluvia seguía invadiendo mis ojos, humo en mi cabeza, humo en mi alma ,humo en mi ropa, cigarros en el auto , y seguí manejando hasta perder la</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/feeds/107013872494020657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5680908&amp;postID=107013872494020657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107013872494020657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5680908/posts/default/107013872494020657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nachopop.blogspot.com/2003/11/la-ultima-noche-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>nacho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183255026109962249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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