<?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-6752938</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:52.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cielo de vainilla</title><subtitle type='html'>a sky full of vanilla</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cielodevainilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6752938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cielodevainilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002568558925806998</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752938.post-108154423756459839</id><published>2004-04-09T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T14:01:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¿Se trata de ti? ¿Se trata de mí? Sí, se trata de mí. Make no mistake, no es un diario honesto, seleccionaré la información que doy, porque hay cosas verdaderamente vergonzosas a las que no tendréis acceso (ojalá yo no tuviera acceso a ellas, qué gran favor os hago, la autocensura inteligente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empiezo. Viendo Casi famosos, una de las maravillosas películas del maravilloso, wonder boy, Cameron Crowe. Esteta de la palabra dialogada... ¿es esteta una palabra? Ya sé que teta lo es. No sé cómo es una teta, pero sé que es una palabra para definir... un pecho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6752938-108154423756459839?l=cielodevainilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6752938/posts/default/108154423756459839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6752938/posts/default/108154423756459839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cielodevainilla.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154423756459839' title=''/><author><name>Juan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002568558925806998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
