<?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-5581905427075425325</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:08:44.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosta sonora</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blog es bastante especifico, se trata de un espacio netamente musical. Lo que haremos será recolectar canciones, que por alguna razón, signifiquen algo, ya sea su letra, o que marcan una epoca, o simplemente nos gustan. Este blog es parte de la franquicia Bostas de Hombres. Esto es algo así como la banda sonora de bostas, de ahi su nombre.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-3526559880029337307</id><published>2008-09-12T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:37:29.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I don't have you (Guns n' Roses)</title><content type='html'>Esta canción es la raja, y muy linda la letra, bueno, sin más aquí les va una rolla de aquellas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7I124wA5F4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g7I124wA5F4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahora el lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tittle:&lt;/em&gt; Since I don't have you (Cover)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist:&lt;/em&gt; Guns n' Roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Album:&lt;/em&gt; The spaggetthi incident?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have plans and schemes,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have anything,&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have fond desires,&lt;br /&gt;and I don’t have happy hours.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have anything,&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, and I guess,&lt;br /&gt;I never will again.&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out on me,&lt;br /&gt;In walked ol’ misery,&lt;br /&gt;And he’s been here since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken) Yeah, we’re fucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have love to share,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have one who cares.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have anything,&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you, oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la traducción (excelente la letra):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde que no te tengo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo planes ni esquemas,&lt;br /&gt;y no tengo esperanzas ni sueños.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo nada,&lt;br /&gt;desde que no te tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no tengo deseos de cariño,&lt;br /&gt;y no tengo ratos felices.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo nada,&lt;br /&gt;desde que no te tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidad, y supongo,&lt;br /&gt;voluntad nunca volveré a tener.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te fuiste de mí,&lt;br /&gt;Vino la vieja miseria,&lt;br /&gt;Y ésta me agobia desde entonces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hablado) Sii, estamos jodidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo amor para compartir,&lt;br /&gt;Y no tengo alguien a quién le importe.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo nada,&lt;br /&gt;Desde que no te tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú, tú, tú, oh, oh...!&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú, tú, tú, oh, oh...!&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú, tú, tú, oh, oh...!&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú, tú, tú, oh, oh...!&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú, tú, tú, oh siii...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso por ahora...&lt;br /&gt;xausito babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-3526559880029337307?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/3526559880029337307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=3526559880029337307' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(Faith no more)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPXlalP2YU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPXlalP2YU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-4309353484315333572?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/4309353484315333572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=4309353484315333572' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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o no se ke, pero da lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;estaba en bostas de hombres, pero se vino pa' aka ahora, con ustedes el Canon de Vivaldi en version Rock guitarrero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfecto po perro!&lt;br /&gt;xausito babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-3421398659340875663?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/3421398659340875663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=3421398659340875663' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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(Raul Midon)</title><content type='html'>este si ke no podia faltar aki po kompare! una mezcla de R&amp;amp;B, Pop y un excelentísimo guitarrista, las jodió ke es seko, y aunke Ud. no lo crea, es ciego!! si sres. bueno sin mas preambulo aki va está joyita del guitarreo Funk-Jazz-R&amp;amp;B y ese estilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzaClXAt3aY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y, ¿Cómo te kedó el ojo kaurito?, se nota ke le enseñé po...&lt;br /&gt;eso, xausito babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-4512686382186819892?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/4512686382186819892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=4512686382186819892' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/4512686382186819892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/4512686382186819892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/09/state-of-mind-live-raul-midon.html' title='State of mind [Live] (Raul Midon)'/><author><name>the_Rockberto™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02623398923302775199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GDCVAExJx-I/SEfafUHiMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5xrz08q5og/S220/the_Rockberto+v2.07%E2%84%A2+AntiNazi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-2528296167582346116</id><published>2008-08-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:35:18.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a whonderful world (Louis Armstrong y the Ramones)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnRqYMTpXHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnRqYMTpXHc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este si que es temazo, DON LOUIS ARMSTRONG, idolo. Y muy linda letra, mas abajo el cover rockero a cargo de Ramones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La letra en ingles, entrelineas la traducción &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see trees of green red roses too&lt;br /&gt;Veo árboles verdes y rosas rojas también&lt;br /&gt;I see them bloom, for me and you &lt;br /&gt;las veo florecer, para ti y para mi&lt;br /&gt;and I think to myself, What a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;y pienso, que mundo tan maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;I see skies of blue and clouds of white,&lt;br /&gt;Veo cielos azules y nubes blancas,&lt;br /&gt;the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,&lt;br /&gt;La bendición de un día claro, la noche sagrada,&lt;br /&gt;and I think to myself, what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;y pienso, que mundo tan maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;the colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky &lt;br /&gt;los colores del arco iris, tan lindos en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;are also on the faces of people going by &lt;br /&gt;también están en los rostros de la gente que pasa&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?" &lt;br /&gt;veo amigos dándose la mano, diciendo “¿Cómo estás?&lt;br /&gt;they're really saying, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;realmente están diciendo “Te amo”&lt;br /&gt;I hear Babies cry, &lt;br /&gt;Escucho a bebés llorar&lt;br /&gt;I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know, &lt;br /&gt;Los veo crecer ellos aprenderán mucho más de lo que yo jamás sabré&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso, que mundo tan maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;Si pienso, que mundo tan maravilloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UU4vNoiOETU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UU4vNoiOETU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-whonderful-world-louis-armstrong-y.html' title='What a whonderful world (Louis Armstrong y the Ramones)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-5451032185541263827</id><published>2008-08-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:27:05.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When a men loves a woman (Michael Bolton)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReyEQFu34DI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ReyEQFu34DI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien encontré &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7-mYhEUT04&amp;feature=related"&gt;este otro video&lt;/a&gt;, en que salen parejas cinematograficas con este tema de fondo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN,&lt;br /&gt;CAN´T KEEP HIS MIND ON NOTHING ELSE&lt;br /&gt;HE´LL TRADE THE WORLD FOR THE GOOD THING HE´S FOUND&lt;br /&gt;IF SHE´S BAD HE CAN´T SEE IT&lt;br /&gt;SHE CAN DO NO WRONG&lt;br /&gt;TURN HIS BACK ON HIS BEST FRIEND IF HE PUT HER DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN,&lt;br /&gt;SPEND HIS VERY LAST DIME&lt;br /&gt;TRYIN´ TO HOLD ON TO WHAT HE NEEDS&lt;br /&gt;HE´D GIVE UP ALL HIS COMFORT, SLEEP OUT IN THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;IF SHE SAID THAT´S THE WAY IT OUGHT TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, THIS MAN LOVES A WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAD&lt;br /&gt;Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español&lt;br /&gt;TRYIN´ TO HOLD ON TO YOUR PRECIOUS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;BABY, PLEASE DON´T TREAT ME BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN,&lt;br /&gt;DOWN DEEP IN HIS SOUL&lt;br /&gt;SHE CAN BRING HIM SUCH MISERY&lt;br /&gt;IF SHE PLAYS HIM FOR A FOOL, HE´S THE LAST ONE TO KNOW&lt;br /&gt;LOVIN´ EYES DON´T EVER SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, THIS MAN LOVES A WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAD&lt;br /&gt;TRYIN´ TO HOLD ON TO YOUR PRECIOUS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;BABY, PLEASE DON´T TREAT ME BAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN, I KNOW EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS&lt;br /&gt;´CAUSE BABY BABY BABY YOU´RE MY WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-........Traducción........-&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN HOMBRE AMA A UNA MUJER&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDE MANTENER SU MENTE EN NADA MÁS&lt;br /&gt;EL CAMBIARÁ AL MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;POR EL BIÉN HA ENCONTRADO&lt;br /&gt;SI ELLA ES MALA, EL NO PUEDE VERLO&lt;br /&gt;ELLA ES INCAPAZ DE HACER NADA MALO&lt;br /&gt;DARÍA LA ESPALDA A SU MEJOR AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;SÍ ÉL LE HACE UN DESAIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUÁNDO UN HOMBRE AMA A UNA MUJER&lt;br /&gt;GASTARÁ HASTA EL ÚLTIMO CENTAVO&lt;br /&gt;TRATANDO DE NO PERDER LO QUE ÉL NECESITA&lt;br /&gt;EL RENUNCIARÍA A TODAS SUS COMODIDADES,&lt;br /&gt;DORMIRÍA BAJO LA LLUVIA&lt;br /&gt;SI ELLA LE DIJERA QUE ASÍ TIENE QUE SER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUES, ESTE HOMBRE AMA A UNA MUJER&lt;br /&gt;TE DÍ TODO LO QUE TENÍA&lt;br /&gt;TRATANDO DE NO PERDER TU PRECIOSO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;NENA, POR FAVOR NO ME TRATES MAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN HOMBRE AMA A UNA MUJER&lt;br /&gt;HASTA EL FONDO DE SU ALMA&lt;br /&gt;ELLA PUEDE TRAERLELE TAL MISERIA&lt;br /&gt;SI LO TRATA COMO A UN TONTO,&lt;br /&gt;SIENDO EL ÚLTIMO QUE SE ENTERARA&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE AMANDO SUS OJOS NO PUEDE VER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUES, ESTE HOMBRE AMA A UNA MUJER&lt;br /&gt;TE DÍ TODO LO QUE TENÍA&lt;br /&gt;TRATANDO DE NO PERDER TU PRECIOSO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;NENA, POR FAVOR NO ME TRATES MAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO UN HOMBRE AMA A UNA MUJER,&lt;br /&gt;SÉ EXÁCTAMENTE CÓMO SE SIENTE&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE , NENA, NENA, NENA, TÚ ERES MI MUNDO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-5451032185541263827?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/5451032185541263827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=5451032185541263827' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/5451032185541263827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/5451032185541263827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-men-loves-woman-michael-bolton.html' title='When a men loves a woman (Michael Bolton)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-6253482255748779745</id><published>2008-08-28T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:45:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescado con agregado</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hOGV98ZD5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hOGV98ZD5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya que sacamos a la cancha al blues chileno, no puedo dejar de mencionar a este grupo que conocí en la semana mechona de la usm (aunque los sansanos no los pescaron mucho, pues esperaban a la fran valenzuela). A mi me gustaron bastante, tienen temas re wenos, tocan en un bar de esta onda en el puerto principal creo. En el video estan en la sala master de la u de chile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-6253482255748779745?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/6253482255748779745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=6253482255748779745' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/6253482255748779745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/6253482255748779745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/pescado-con-agregado.html' title='Pescado con agregado'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-4736743986591281940</id><published>2008-08-28T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:12:55.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi negra (El Cruce)</title><content type='html'>Mátate kon mi nuevo descubrimiento! Blues-Rock made in Shile, y sobre todo este video, te lo encargo, me mató, tanto komo la musik d estos lokos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OurTmNjPD0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em, komo era d esperarse no encontré el lyrics del tema, grupos emergentes po, no son tan famosos, alomejor alguien más computín k yo lo va a encontrar, y si lo encuentra m avisa, pero esta filete viejo, la dura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visita la pagina po loko, &lt;a href="http://www.elcruce.cl/"&gt;http://www.elcruce.cl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eso po, se me kuidan, xausito babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-4736743986591281940?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/4736743986591281940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=4736743986591281940' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/4736743986591281940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/4736743986591281940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/mi-negra-el-cruce.html' title='Mi negra (El Cruce)'/><author><name>the_Rockberto™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02623398923302775199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GDCVAExJx-I/SEfafUHiMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5xrz08q5og/S220/the_Rockberto+v2.07%E2%84%A2+AntiNazi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-4330692415265039935</id><published>2008-08-26T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:26:19.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Worry, be Happy (Bobby McFerrin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjnvSQuv-H4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjnvSQuv-H4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little song I wrote &lt;br /&gt;You might want to sing it note for note &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry be happy &lt;br /&gt;In every life we have some trouble &lt;br /&gt;When you worry you make it double &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no place to lay your head &lt;br /&gt;Somebody came and took your bed &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy &lt;br /&gt;The land lord say your rent is late &lt;br /&gt;He may have to litigate &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy &lt;br /&gt;Look at me I am happy &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy &lt;br /&gt;Here I give you my phone number &lt;br /&gt;When you worry call me &lt;br /&gt;I make you happy &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style &lt;br /&gt;Ain't got not girl to make you smile &lt;br /&gt;But don't worry be happy &lt;br /&gt;Cause when you worry &lt;br /&gt;Your face will frown &lt;br /&gt;And that will bring everybody down &lt;br /&gt;So don't worry, be happy (now)..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this little song I wrote &lt;br /&gt;I hope you learn it note for note &lt;br /&gt;Like good little children &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what I say &lt;br /&gt;In your life expect some trouble &lt;br /&gt;But when you worry &lt;br /&gt;You make it double &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy...... &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, don't do it, be happy &lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face &lt;br /&gt;Don't bring everybody down like this &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it will soon past &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-4330692415265039935?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/4330692415265039935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=4330692415265039935' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/4330692415265039935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/4330692415265039935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-worry-be-happy-bob-marley.html' title='Dont Worry, be Happy (Bobby McFerrin)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-2051772011911851252</id><published>2008-08-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:14:13.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand by me (Ben E. King)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX--7gFHkU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX--7gFHkU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MEAL AND THREW IT UP ON SUNDAY, I´VE -&lt;br /&gt;GOT A LOT OF THINGS TO LEARN,&lt;br /&gt;SAID I WOULD AND I´LL BE LEAVING ONE DAY,&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE MY HEART STARTS TO BURN. &lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT´S THE MATTER WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;SING ME SOMETHING NEW...&lt;br /&gt;DON´T YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THE COLD AND WIND AND RAIN DON´T KNOW,&lt;br /&gt;THEY ONLY SEEM TO COME AND GO AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMES ARE HARD WHEN THINGS HAVE GOT NO MEANING,&lt;br /&gt;I´VE FOUND A KEY UPON THE FLOOR,&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE YOU AND I WILL NOT BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS WE FIND BEHIND THE DOOR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT´S THE MATTER WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;SING ME SOMETHING NEW...&lt;br /&gt;DON´T YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THE COLD AND WIND AND RAIN DON´T KNOW,&lt;br /&gt;THEY ONLY SEEM TO COME AND GO AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS,&lt;br /&gt;YEAH NOBODY KNOWS,&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU´RE LEAVING WILL YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU,&lt;br /&gt;I´M TIRED OF TALKING ON MY PHONE,&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS ONE THING I COULD NEVER GIVE YOU,&lt;br /&gt;Letras4U.com » letras traducidas al español&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART WOULD NEVER BE YOUR HOME, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT´S THE MATTER WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;SING ME SOMETHING NEW...&lt;br /&gt;DON´T YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THE COLD AND WIND AND RAIN DON´T KNOW,&lt;br /&gt;THEY ONLY SEEM TO COME AND GO AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS,&lt;br /&gt;YEAH NOBODY KNOWS,&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE.&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE, YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I CAN SEE, YEAH,&lt;br /&gt;BUT DON´T YOU KNOW THE COLD AND WIND AND RAIN DON´T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;THEY ONLY SEEM TO COME AND GO, AWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE,&lt;br /&gt;STAND BY ME,&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY KNOWS,&lt;br /&gt;YEAH GOD ONLY KNOWS,&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY IT´S GONNA BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y una version algo mas animada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-2051772011911851252?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/2051772011911851252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=2051772011911851252' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/2051772011911851252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/2051772011911851252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/stand-by-me-ben-e-king.html' title='Stand by me (Ben E. King)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-2833057867050083020</id><published>2008-08-26T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:51:03.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School of Rock (AC / DC )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVkGtYrySjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NVkGtYrySjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby we was making straight A's,&lt;br /&gt;But we were stuck in a dumb daze.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t take much to memorize your lies.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been hypnotisized.&lt;br /&gt;And then that magic man; he come to town.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo wee!&lt;br /&gt;He done spun my head around.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Recess is in session.&lt;br /&gt;Two and two make five."&lt;br /&gt;And now baby, oh, I’m alive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to be the teacher's pet,&lt;br /&gt;Well baby you just better forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;You better get me to school on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I was on an honor roll.&lt;br /&gt;Got good grades and got no soul.&lt;br /&gt;Raised my hand before I could speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I been biting my tongue too many times.&lt;br /&gt;And then that magic man said to obey…..uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;"Do what magic man do, not what magic man say."&lt;br /&gt;Now can I please have the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Today's assignment... a hem... kick some ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus x 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my final exam.&lt;br /&gt;Now you all know who I am .&lt;br /&gt;I might not be that perfect son.&lt;br /&gt;But ya'll be rockin' when I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-2833057867050083020?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/2833057867050083020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=2833057867050083020' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/2833057867050083020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/2833057867050083020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-of-rock-ac-dc.html' title='School of Rock (AC / DC )'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-1915925842300732025</id><published>2008-08-26T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:48:32.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabes (Reik)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_YUvWPvOBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_YUvWPvOBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes no pido nada mas&lt;br /&gt;Que estar entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y huir de todo el mal&lt;br /&gt;Que a todo he renunciado&lt;br /&gt;Por estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes no dejo de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy enamorado&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero confesar&lt;br /&gt;Que soy solo un esclavo&lt;br /&gt;Que no sabe vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegaste tu te metiste en mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Encendiste la luz&lt;br /&gt;Me llenaste de fe&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo busque&lt;br /&gt;Pero al fin te encontre&lt;br /&gt;Tan perfecta como te imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aguja en un pajar&lt;br /&gt;Te busque sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;Como huella en el mar tan dificil de ayar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo busque pero al fin te encontre&lt;br /&gt;Tan perfecta como te imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes te quiero confesar&lt;br /&gt;Que te encuentro irresistible&lt;br /&gt;No dejo de pensar que haria lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;Por quedarme cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegaste tu te metiste en mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Encendiste la luz&lt;br /&gt;Me llenaste de fe&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo busque&lt;br /&gt;Pero al fin te encontre&lt;br /&gt;Tan perfecta como te imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aguja en un pajar&lt;br /&gt;Te busque sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;Como huella en el mar&lt;br /&gt;Tan dificil de hayar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tiempo busque&lt;br /&gt;Pero al fin te encontre&lt;br /&gt;Tan perfecta como te imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes no pido nada mas&lt;br /&gt;Que estar entre tus brazos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-1915925842300732025?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/1915925842300732025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=1915925842300732025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/1915925842300732025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/1915925842300732025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabes-reik.html' title='Sabes (Reik)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-7283490085958925181</id><published>2008-08-26T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:44:48.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando tu me quieras (Joel &amp; Brian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZx0jh4P7a8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PZx0jh4P7a8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé que fue difícil para ti&lt;br /&gt;que no has tenido suerte en el amor&lt;br /&gt;que no puedes confiar&lt;br /&gt;que prefieres estar sola y comprendo&lt;br /&gt;que injusta para mí la realidad&lt;br /&gt;me toca, ahora guardarme, lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;hasta que decidas, viviré mis días esperándote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tú me quieras&lt;br /&gt;te dejo abrir las puertas de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;cuando tú lo quieras&lt;br /&gt;te tengo reservado el corazón&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu me quieras&lt;br /&gt;te llevo a recorrer conmigo el cielo&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu me quieras&lt;br /&gt;de la misma forma que te quiero yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que no es tan fácil olvidar&lt;br /&gt;que el tiempo no ha borrado ese dolor&lt;br /&gt;si tu me dieras la oportunidad lo daría todo&lt;br /&gt;yo solo te lo vine a confesar&lt;br /&gt;que tu eres el mayor de mis anhelos&lt;br /&gt;si estás convencida cuando tu decidas&lt;br /&gt;te ofrezco mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tú me quieras&lt;br /&gt;te dejo abrir las puertas de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;cuando tú lo quieras&lt;br /&gt;te doy la llave de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu me quieras&lt;br /&gt;te doy lo que en verdad nunca te han dado&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu me quieras&lt;br /&gt;de la misma forma que te quiero yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-7283490085958925181?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/7283490085958925181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=7283490085958925181' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7283490085958925181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7283490085958925181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuando-tu-me-quieras-joel-brian.html' title='Cuando tu me quieras (Joel &amp; Brian)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-2365238519670007284</id><published>2008-08-26T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:07:40.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Alternativo (Sinergia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2sHphQyYiS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2sHphQyYiS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción es una de las que mas me gustan de sinergia, y no es muy populars, pero es re wena, además es parte de la banda sonora de Promedio Rojo, una pelicula que me gustó bastante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos un amor alternativo&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu eres chica alternativa&lt;br /&gt;Y yo 100% alternativo&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos estados de animo alternativos&lt;br /&gt;Y me preocupa que nuestra rutina&lt;br /&gt;Termine nuestro compromiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso amor, escucha esta canción&lt;br /&gt;Que es como medio rara así,&lt;br /&gt;porque tu escuchas música rara así&lt;br /&gt;Más que canción, es un manual de acción&lt;br /&gt;Que garantiza un amor distinto, un amor alternativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazme un tatuaje en la mejilla&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te hago un tatuaje en el muslo&lt;br /&gt;Ponte la mitad de un aro en tu lengua&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me pongo la otra mitad donde solo tu me has besado&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una idea mejor&lt;br /&gt;hagámonos un mohicano&lt;br /&gt;Prendamos velas y un incienzo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero verte el tarot&lt;br /&gt;Tengo otra idea más&lt;br /&gt;Compremos unas prestobarbas&lt;br /&gt;Rapémonos al cero&lt;br /&gt;Y disfutemos mucho cine arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pasa amor&lt;br /&gt;No te gusta la opción?&lt;br /&gt;Es que no hay otra opción&lt;br /&gt;Es que no hay otra opción&lt;br /&gt;Que pasa amor&lt;br /&gt;No te gusta la opción?&lt;br /&gt;Es que no hay otra opción&lt;br /&gt;Es que no hay otra opción&lt;br /&gt;Somos un amor alternativo&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu eres chica alternativa&lt;br /&gt;y yo 100% alternativo&lt;br /&gt;Somos un amor alternativo&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu eres chica alternativa&lt;br /&gt;Y yo 100% alternativo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-2365238519670007284?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/2365238519670007284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=2365238519670007284' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPIhLbqkq5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPIhLbqkq5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un idolo, una lastima que se esté retirando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, TIENES QUE ESCUCHARME AQUI&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, NO PUEDES MARCHARTE ASI&lt;br /&gt;YO SE QUE NO VIVIRE&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE DE PENA MORIRE&lt;br /&gt;CIELO QUEDATE, JUNTO A MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, CUANDO TU NO ESTABAS EN MI&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, MI CANTO ERA TRISTE SIN TI&lt;br /&gt;PERO AL LLEGAR A MI, SOLO ENTONCES FUI FELIZ&lt;br /&gt;CIELO QUEDATE, JUNTO A MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, NO ME DEJES SOLO SIN TI&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, NO QUISE OFENDERTE ASI&lt;br /&gt;TE LO PIDO POR FAVOR&lt;br /&gt;NO ME DEJES SIN TU AMOR&lt;br /&gt;CIELO QUEDATE, JUNTO A MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, NO TE LLEVES TU AMOR DE MI&lt;br /&gt;CIELO, TE VAS Y MUY SOLO, SOLO YO QUEDARE&lt;br /&gt;VEN Y DEJA DE LLORAR,&lt;br /&gt;JUNTITO A MI HASTA EL FINAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIELO QUEDATE, JUNTO A MI&lt;br /&gt;JUNTO A MI&lt;br /&gt;JUNTO A MI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-1663189291100981281?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/1663189291100981281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=1663189291100981281' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/1663189291100981281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/1663189291100981281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/cielo-buddy-richard.html' title='Cielo (Buddy Richard)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-7061961475171711374</id><published>2008-08-26T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:59:23.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Es la lluvia que cae (Los Iracundos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4OWHW54yPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r4OWHW54yPY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran letra, gran musica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo un monte lleno&lt;br /&gt;de dinero y ambiciones&lt;br /&gt;siempre debe haber ese algo&lt;br /&gt;que no muere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si al mirar la vida&lt;br /&gt;lo hacemos con optimismo&lt;br /&gt;veremos que en ella hay&lt;br /&gt;tantos amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo esta cambiando...&lt;br /&gt;y cambiara mas&lt;br /&gt;el cielo se esta nublando&lt;br /&gt;hasta ponerse a llorar&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia caera...&lt;br /&gt;luego vendra el sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas veces nos han dicho&lt;br /&gt;riendo tristemente&lt;br /&gt;que las esperanzas jóvenes&lt;br /&gt;son sueños&lt;br /&gt;muchos, de luchar estan cansados&lt;br /&gt;y no creen mas en nada&lt;br /&gt;de lo bueno de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo esta cambiando...&lt;br /&gt;y cambiara mas&lt;br /&gt;el cielo se esta nublando&lt;br /&gt;hasta ponerse a llorar&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia caera...&lt;br /&gt;luego vendra el sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la lluvia caera...&lt;br /&gt;luego vendra el sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas veces nos han dicho&lt;br /&gt;riendo tristemente&lt;br /&gt;que las esperanzas jóvenes&lt;br /&gt;son sueños&lt;br /&gt;tantos, de luchar estan cansados&lt;br /&gt;y no creen mas en nada&lt;br /&gt;de lo bueno de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo esta cambiando...&lt;br /&gt;y cambiara mas&lt;br /&gt;el cielo se esta nublando&lt;br /&gt;hasta ponerse a llorar&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia caera...&lt;br /&gt;luego vendra el sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la lluvia caera...&lt;br /&gt;luego vendra el sereno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la lluvia caera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-7061961475171711374?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/7061961475171711374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=7061961475171711374' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7061961475171711374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7061961475171711374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/bajo-un-monte-lleno-de-dinero-y.html' title='Es la lluvia que cae (Los Iracundos)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-6856231180990091693</id><published>2008-08-26T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:55:52.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Quiero (Alvaro Scaramelli)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/baDUcvobNIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/baDUcvobNIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una gran canción,por su letra, lastima que no encontre otro video, en este sale con la maura que no está muy afinada que digamos, pero weno, no creo que reclamen mucho por que aparezca la maura xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder decirte lo que siento,&lt;br /&gt;si no encuentro palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder soltar de mi lengua,&lt;br /&gt;estas amarras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder decirte cosas hermosas,&lt;br /&gt;si no soy poeta.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder hablarte de estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;si estoy en la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder sembrar un jardín,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de tu pecho.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder arrancarte una rosa&lt;br /&gt;y decirte te quiero, decirte te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y te quiero, de veras,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres sincera, porque eres tan bella.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y te quiero, contento,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi dueña, porque no estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;y no siento penas.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero porque llenas mi vida, sólo con tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder escribir lo que siento,&lt;br /&gt;si es tan fea mi letra.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder hacerte un dibujo, si me da vergüenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder entregarte mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y lo poco que tengo.&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder regalarte un diamante&lt;br /&gt;con un duende adentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo poder acercarme a tu alma&lt;br /&gt;con sólo un beso,&lt;br /&gt;si no soy artista ni ilusionista,&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo te quiero, tan sólo te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y te quiero, de veras,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres sincera, porque eres tan bella.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y te quiero, contento,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi dueña, porque no estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;y no siento penas.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero porque llenas mi vida, sólo con tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero porque tú me haces ver,&lt;br /&gt;el mundo distinto al que yo imaginé.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero porque tú me haces ver,&lt;br /&gt;cosas donde no existen, cosas que siempre quise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y te quiero, de veras,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres sincera, porque eres tan bella.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y te quiero, contento,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mi dueña, porque no estoy solo&lt;br /&gt;y no siento penas.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero porque llenas mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;sólo con tu presencia, sólo con tu presencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-6856231180990091693?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/6856231180990091693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=6856231180990091693' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CegtEXzTIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-CegtEXzTIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La letra lo dice todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo cuando dije que este invierno&lt;br /&gt;sera menos fro que el anterior&lt;br /&gt;y aqu estoy congelndome&lt;br /&gt;no es fcil para mi hablar de esto&lt;br /&gt;y manosear las mismas palabras de amor&lt;br /&gt;que se entregan a cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramar, Paramar&lt;br /&gt;debes tratar de poco entregar&lt;br /&gt;Paramar, Paramar&lt;br /&gt;tu identidad debes falsear&lt;br /&gt;Paramar, Paramar&lt;br /&gt;siendo estpido sers feliz&lt;br /&gt;Paramar, Paramar&lt;br /&gt;debes evitar soar debes olvidar soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo cuando pens que en el mundo&lt;br /&gt;slo podra hacerme feliz alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;alguien como t, nadie mas que t&lt;br /&gt;Caminando en el fro me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;si no ha nacido alguna chiquilla&lt;br /&gt;que no sepa amar&lt;br /&gt;y quiera inventar una nueva forma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramar, Paramar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor...&lt;br /&gt;Dnde o esa palabra antes?&lt;br /&gt;Rehice por ti mi horario&lt;br /&gt;y compr ms calendarios&lt;br /&gt;Me pas un video en tres dimensiones&lt;br /&gt;con un final feliz&lt;br /&gt;Trat de inyectarme mi viejo optimismo&lt;br /&gt;Pero ese que result&lt;br /&gt;An era yo listo paramar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pens que justo este invierno&lt;br /&gt;sera el ms fro que he visto pasar&lt;br /&gt;Yo no sirvo paramar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-5531571664744423236?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-5581905427075425325.post-6593868011498059359</id><published>2008-08-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:46:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La espada y la pared (Los Tres)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3WQwF91tgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3WQwF91tgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablar sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;Pensar sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;Servicio militar&lt;br /&gt;Muerte cerebral&lt;br /&gt;Cerrar sin abrir&lt;br /&gt;Primaveras mil&lt;br /&gt;Una sorda feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se jactó de nuestro fin&lt;br /&gt;Tirar sin lanzar&lt;br /&gt;No, no llega el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Y si es lo peor&lt;br /&gt;Muerto vivo mejor&lt;br /&gt;[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/5p8o ]&lt;br /&gt;Triángulo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Bermuda del dolor&lt;br /&gt;Disparo al corazón&lt;br /&gt;Burbuja de terror&lt;br /&gt;Caída sin saltar&lt;br /&gt;Estruendo sin igual&lt;br /&gt;Palabras al pasar&lt;br /&gt;No hay forma de frenar&lt;br /&gt;Sexo sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;Mi almohada puede más&lt;br /&gt;Que todo tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Que vive en mi bolsón&lt;br /&gt;La saliva va&lt;br /&gt;La salida viene atrás&lt;br /&gt;Corte cerebral&lt;br /&gt;El principio es al final&lt;br /&gt;Consomé de callampas&lt;br /&gt;Dulce miel de arañas&lt;br /&gt;Consomé&lt;br /&gt;Dulce miel&lt;br /&gt;No endulza sin picar&lt;br /&gt;La espada &amp; la pared&lt;br /&gt;Me atraviesan y no al revés&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Tres)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-5388992105063513315</id><published>2008-08-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:43:17.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como quisiera decirte (Los Angeles Negros)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxvRGLfcdMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxvRGLfcdMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo con esta cancioncita de los angeles negros, ahora en la voz de Edi Martinez, una canción que mas de alguna vez habrá tenido cagados a varios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;algo que llevo aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;clavado como una espina&lt;br /&gt;y así va pasando el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;sin atinar a decirte&lt;br /&gt;lo que a diario estoy sintiendo&lt;br /&gt;por temor quizas a oirte&lt;br /&gt;cosas que oirte no quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;que cuando contemplo el cielo&lt;br /&gt;tu estrella me va diciendo&lt;br /&gt;como me faltan tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;que me escuches un momento&lt;br /&gt;para quitarme del pecho&lt;br /&gt;esto que me esta oprimiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hablando)&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte,&lt;br /&gt;que cuando contemplo el cielo&lt;br /&gt;tu estrella me va diciendo,&lt;br /&gt;que me hacen falta tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;que eres mi amor, mi lucero,&lt;br /&gt;que de sentirte lejos&lt;br /&gt;de a poco me estoy muriendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quiero que estes conmigo&lt;br /&gt;como en un final de cuentos&lt;br /&gt;como quisiera decirte,&lt;br /&gt;decirte cuanto te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte,&lt;br /&gt;decirte cuanto te quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro:&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;que estoy muriendo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;que así no puedo vivir&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;que te extraño, te deseo,&lt;br /&gt;que te pienso, que te sueño con el alma&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera decirte&lt;br /&gt;me estás robando la calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh que te quiero, eso te quiero decir que paso la noche en vela y es pensando sólo en ti que te quiero, eso te quiero decir sabes vida mía que muero por ti eso solamente te quiero decir quisiera decirte dejame decirte lo que llevo aquí muy dentro quisiera decirte que eres mi corazon déjame decirte se está muriendo en silencio quisiera decirte dejame decirte quisiera decirtelo, quisiera decirtelo quisiera decirte como me faltan tus besos déjame decirte si me muero por tu amor eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el cover de los tetas con germain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l40TrtLwjws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l40TrtLwjws&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-5388992105063513315?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-5581905427075425325.post-4761341576643896660</id><published>2008-08-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:38:19.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y volveré (Los Ángeles Negros)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ub1bcyzQjU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ub1bcyzQjU4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permitanme este gustito personal, me encantan los clasicos populares, especialmente este temazo, en la gran voz de Germain de la Fuente. Al final del post el cover de los bunkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor adiós, no se puede continuar,&lt;br /&gt;ya la magia terminó, ahora tengo que marchar.&lt;br /&gt;Será mejor seguir nuestra soledad, &lt;br /&gt;si hoy el cielo se cubrió quizas mañana brille el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sufras más, &lt;br /&gt;quizas mañana nuestro llanto quede atrás,&lt;br /&gt;y si me dices que tu amor me esperará, &lt;br /&gt;tendré la luz que mi sendero alumbrará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volveré como un ave que retorna a su nidal,&lt;br /&gt;verás que pronto volveré y me quedaré por esa paz que &lt;br /&gt;siempre, siempre tu me das. Que tu me das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sufras más, &lt;br /&gt;quizas mañana nuestro llanto quede atrás,&lt;br /&gt;y si me dices que tu amor me esperará, &lt;br /&gt;tendré la luz que mi sendero alumbrará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volveré como un ave que retorna a su nidal,&lt;br /&gt;verás que pronto volveré y me quedaré por esa paz que &lt;br /&gt;siempre, siempre tu me das. Que tu me das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y volveré.&lt;br /&gt;A tus brazos caeré,&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas brillarán,&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor renacerá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pH4m0Hv9DXM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pH4m0Hv9DXM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-4761341576643896660?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/4761341576643896660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-5581905427075425325.post-3731011663310004215</id><published>2008-08-26T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:34:38.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Llueve sobre la ciudad (Los Bunkers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvszDoQJ1Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvszDoQJ1Fk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción tenia que estar en el blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy caminando sin saber nada de ti&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera el agua que rodea mis pies puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;lo intento cada vez mejor y no estare satisfecho hasta olvidarme al fin de ti como soñe&lt;br /&gt;tengo tantas cosas que decir que no puedo recordar&lt;br /&gt;pienso que es muy tarde para mi&lt;br /&gt;pienso que es momento de olvidarme ya de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad porque te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;y ya no queda nada mas //: bis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy caminando sin saber nada de mi porque todo lo que siempre quise ser ya no lo fui&lt;br /&gt;la muerte es mi felicidad&lt;br /&gt;lo se muy bien&lt;br /&gt;hoy voy a considerarlo una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;y mas que ayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo he malgastado aqui&lt;br /&gt;sin tener nada que hacer&lt;br /&gt;si tu me devuelves lo que di&lt;br /&gt;ya no habra que preocuparse para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad porque te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;y ya no queda nada mas&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;y te perdiste junto a mi felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo tantas cosas que decir&lt;br /&gt;tantas que ya me olvide&lt;br /&gt;te lo he dicho una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;creo que es momento de olvidarme y no volver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad porque te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;y ya no queda nada mas&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;y te perdiste junto a mi felicidad&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;ya no queda nada mas&lt;br /&gt;llueve sobre la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;ya no queda nada y tu no estas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-3731011663310004215?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/3731011663310004215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=3731011663310004215' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/3731011663310004215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/3731011663310004215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/llueve-sobre-la-ciudad-los-bunkers.html' title='Llueve sobre la ciudad (Los Bunkers)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-738803840077062610</id><published>2008-08-26T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:29:44.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpoorQYJkPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpoorQYJkPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the real life-&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy-&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide-&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality-&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see-&lt;br /&gt;Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-&lt;br /&gt;Because Im easy come,easy go,&lt;br /&gt;A little high,little low,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama,just killed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,&lt;br /&gt;Mama,life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo,&lt;br /&gt;Didnt mean to make you cry-&lt;br /&gt;If Im not back again this time tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late,my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine-&lt;br /&gt;Bodys aching all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-&lt;br /&gt;Galileo,galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo galileo&lt;br /&gt;Galileo figaro-magnifico-&lt;br /&gt;But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-&lt;br /&gt;Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity-&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go let me go&lt;br /&gt;No,no,no,no,no,no,no-&lt;br /&gt;Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die-&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora una joya,con ustedes señoras y señores, Axl Rose y Elton John interpretan Rapsodia Bohemia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahn3-0mYBuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahn3-0mYBuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-738803840077062610?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/738803840077062610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=738803840077062610' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/738803840077062610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/738803840077062610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/bohemian-rhapsody-quenn.html' title='Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-7253299430092727528</id><published>2008-08-26T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:24:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juego Cruel (Melvin Crema)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtHaC8jbbSg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtHaC8jbbSg&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        Oh nena tu sabes cuanto te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay ciertas cosas&lt;br /&gt;Que un hombre no puede soportar&lt;br /&gt;No no trates de impedirlo&lt;br /&gt;no malgastes tu tiempo que esto ya está decidido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No volveré a caer en tu juego cruel&lt;br /&gt;no intentes nada &lt;br /&gt;que nada volverá a ser lo que fue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nena tu sabes cuanto te quiero&lt;br /&gt;pero hay ciertas cosas &lt;br /&gt;que un hombre no puede soportar&lt;br /&gt;No, no trates de impedirlo&lt;br /&gt;no malgastes tu tiempo que esto ya está decidido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No volveré a caer en tu juego cruel&lt;br /&gt;no intentes nada que nada volverá &lt;br /&gt;a ser lo que fue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Solo de guitarra) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No volveré a caer en tu juego cruel&lt;br /&gt;no intentes nada que naa volverá &lt;br /&gt;a ser lo que fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sin comentarios, solo k es excelente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-7253299430092727528?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/7253299430092727528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=7253299430092727528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7253299430092727528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7253299430092727528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/juego-cruel-melvin-crema.html' title='Juego Cruel (Melvin Crema)'/><author><name>the_Rockberto™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02623398923302775199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GDCVAExJx-I/SEfafUHiMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5xrz08q5og/S220/the_Rockberto+v2.07%E2%84%A2+AntiNazi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-3854630874167951690</id><published>2008-08-26T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:17:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine (Jhon Lenon)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEOkxRLzBf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEOkxRLzBf0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living for today...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Imagina que no existe el Cielo&lt;br /&gt;es fácil si lo intentas&lt;br /&gt;sin el Infierno debajo nuestro&lt;br /&gt;arriba nuestro, solo el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Imagina a toda la gente&lt;br /&gt;viviendo el hoy...&lt;br /&gt;Imagina que no hay países&lt;br /&gt;no es difícil de hacer&lt;br /&gt;nadie por quien matar o morir&lt;br /&gt;ni tampoco religión&lt;br /&gt;imagina a toda la gente&lt;br /&gt;viviendo la vida en paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes decir que soy un soñador&lt;br /&gt;pero no soy el único&lt;br /&gt;espero que algún día te unas a nosotros&lt;br /&gt;y el mundo vivirá como uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina que no hay posesiones&lt;br /&gt;quisiera saber si puedes&lt;br /&gt;sin necesidad de gula o hambre&lt;br /&gt;una hermandad de hombres&lt;br /&gt;imagínate a toda la gente&lt;br /&gt;compartiendo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes decir que soy un soñador&lt;br /&gt;pero no soy el único&lt;br /&gt;espero que algún día te unas a nosotros&lt;br /&gt;y el mundo vivirá como uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-3854630874167951690?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/3854630874167951690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=3854630874167951690' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/3854630874167951690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/3854630874167951690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/imagine.html' title='Imagine (Jhon Lenon)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-7284855520307932237</id><published>2008-08-26T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:08:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos Juntos (Los Jaivas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6fPjcXfNTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6fPjcXfNTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este video me gusta mucho, no solo por que es un temazo de una bandaza nacional, si no por que ademas se les unen grandes cantantes y una puesta en escena buenisima, y ademas, en un show tan bueno como es la clausura de una teletón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;hace mucho tiempo que yo vivo preguntándome&lt;br /&gt;para qué la tierra es tan redonda y una sola no más&lt;br /&gt;si vivimos todos separados&lt;br /&gt;para qué son el cielo y el mar&lt;br /&gt;para qué es el sol que nos alumbra&lt;br /&gt;si no nos queremos ni mirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantas penas que nos van llevando a todos al final&lt;br /&gt;cuantas noches, cada noche, de ternura tendremos que dar&lt;br /&gt;para qué vivir tan separados&lt;br /&gt;si la tierra nos quiere juntar&lt;br /&gt;si este mundo es uno y para todos&lt;br /&gt;todos juntos vamos a vivir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-7284855520307932237?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/7284855520307932237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=7284855520307932237' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7284855520307932237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7284855520307932237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/todos-juntos-los-jaivas.html' title='Todos Juntos (Los Jaivas)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-220988395934863965</id><published>2008-08-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:04:52.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon (Frank Sinatra) y Llevame a volar (Luis Dimas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7t3yjTTJFNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7t3yjTTJFNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta cancion no requiere mayor comentario, es simplemente un temazo, ademas, magistralmente interpretado por el viejo de los ojos azules. Una joya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And let me play among the stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;In other words hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words darling kiss me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;Fill my life with song&lt;br /&gt;And let me sing forevermore&lt;br /&gt;You are all I hope for&lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;In other words please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y pa chilenizar la cosa, aqui tenemos a nuestro rey del twist, luis dimas, con su versión, Llevame volando hasta la luna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HESP_XyHSXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HESP_XyHSXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-220988395934863965?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/220988395934863965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=220988395934863965' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/220988395934863965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/220988395934863965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-me-to-moon-frank-sinatra.html' title='Fly me to the moon (Frank Sinatra) y Llevame a volar (Luis Dimas)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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-5581905427075425325.post-8739247294260514000</id><published>2008-08-26T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:45:23.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny B. Goode (Chuck Berry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0YUA3yTUss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0YUA3yTUss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Éste video es del padre del Rock n' Roll, si, ¿Quién te dijo que era Elvis Presley, mmm, se nota que no sabes historia pequeño saltamontes. Para que lo sepas, este tema es el primer riff reconocido como Rock n' Roll, por lo tanto Chuck Berry (si, Berry, no Norris) es el padre del Rock n' Roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero aparte de subirlo por ese motivo, existe otro (desde mi punto de vista) muy importante, es el tema que aparece en Volver al Futuro 1, el que toca Marty en el Baile del encantamiento bajo el mar, y que a mi personalmente me encanta porque aprecio por medio de él lo que te puede llevar a hacer la música (específicamente la ejecución instrumental) te puede dejar en rídiculo porque te transporta a un mundo totalmente ajeno en un espacio de tiempo en que puedes estar en algo muy formal pero te dejas llevar por la música y terminas siendo el hazmereír de los que te están mirando, pero en fin, aparte representa para mí la liberación musical, te puedes ver muy bien tocando algo para el público, pero dentro de ti está el rockero power y sin quererlo se escapa y hace de las suyas. Bueno sin más preambúlos aquí les va el video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CL"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwbAmgt4f9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JwbAmgt4f9s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto, además, es mi película favorita (en realidad la trilogía lo es).&lt;br /&gt;Bueno eso sería, nos vemos, xausito babes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-8739247294260514000?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/8739247294260514000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=8739247294260514000' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/8739247294260514000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/8739247294260514000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/johnny-b-goode-chuck-berry.html' title='Johnny B. Goode (Chuck Berry)'/><author><name>the_Rockberto™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02623398923302775199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GDCVAExJx-I/SEfafUHiMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5xrz08q5og/S220/the_Rockberto+v2.07%E2%84%A2+AntiNazi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-3253231250511516931</id><published>2008-08-26T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:32:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My way (version Elvis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFEU_9lZrTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFEU_9lZrTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the end is near;&lt;br /&gt;And so I face the final curtain.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Ill say it clear,&lt;br /&gt;Ill state my case, of which Im certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive lived a life thats full.&lt;br /&gt;Ive traveled each and evry highway;&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, Ive had a few;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, too few to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;And saw it through without exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned each charted course;&lt;br /&gt;Each careful step along the byway,&lt;br /&gt;But more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew&lt;br /&gt;When I bit off more than I could chew.&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, when there was doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I ate it up and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;I faced it all and I stood tall;&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Ive had my fill; my share of losing.&lt;br /&gt;And now, as tears subside,&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I did all that;&lt;br /&gt;And may I say - not in a shy way,&lt;br /&gt;No, oh no not me,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man, what has he got?&lt;br /&gt;If not himself, then he has naught.&lt;br /&gt;To say the things he truly feels;&lt;br /&gt;And not the words of one who kneels.&lt;br /&gt;The record shows I took the blows -&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducción:&lt;br /&gt;A MI MANERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y AHORA, EL FINAL ESTÁ AQUÍ,&lt;br /&gt;Y ENTONCES ENFRENTO EL TELÓN FINAL.&lt;br /&gt;MI AMIGO, LO DIRÉ SIN RODEOS,&lt;br /&gt;HABLARÉ DE MI CASO, DEL CUAL ESTOY SEGURO.&lt;br /&gt;HE VIVIDO UNA VIDA PLENA,&lt;br /&gt;VIAJÉ POR TODOS Y CADA UNO DE LOS CAMINOS.&lt;br /&gt;Y MÁS, MUCHO MÁS QUE ESTO,&lt;br /&gt;LO HICE A MI MANERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARREPENTIMIENTOS, HE TENIDO UNOS POCOS&lt;br /&gt;PERO IGUALMENTE, MUY POCOS COMO PARA MENCIONARLOS.&lt;br /&gt;HICE LO QUE DEBÍA HACER&lt;br /&gt;Y LO HICE SIN EXENCIONES.&lt;br /&gt;PLANÉE CADA PROGRAMA DE ACCIÓN,&lt;br /&gt;CADA PASO CUIDADOSO A LO LARGO DEL CAMINO.&lt;br /&gt;Y MÁS, MUCHO MÁS QUE ESTO,&lt;br /&gt;LO HICE A MI MANERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÍ, HUBO OPORTUNIDADES,&lt;br /&gt;ESTOY SEGURO QUE LO SABÍAN,&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO MORDÍ&lt;br /&gt;MÁS DE LO QUE PODÍA MASTICAR.&lt;br /&gt;PERO AL FINAL,&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO HUBO DUDA,&lt;br /&gt;ME LO TRAGUÉ TODO Y LUEGO LO DIJE SIN MIEDO.&lt;br /&gt;LO ENFRENTÉ TODO Y ESTUVE ORGULLOSO,&lt;br /&gt;Y LO HICE A MI MANERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE AMADO, HE REÍDO Y LLORADO.&lt;br /&gt;TUVE MALAS EXPERIENCIAS, ME TOCÓ PERDER.&lt;br /&gt;Y AHORA, QUE LAS LÁGRIMAS CEDEN,&lt;br /&gt;ENCUENTRO TAN DIVERTIDO&lt;br /&gt;PENSAR QUE HICE TODO ESO.&lt;br /&gt;Y PERMÍTANME DECIR, SIN TIMIDEZ,&lt;br /&gt;'OH, NO, OH, NO, A MÍ NO, YO SÍ LO HICE A MI MANERA'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUES QUE ES UN HOMBRE, ¿QUÉ ES LO QUE HA CONSEGUIDO?&lt;br /&gt;SI NO ES A SÍ MISMO, ENTONCES NO TIENE NADA.&lt;br /&gt;DECIR LAS COSAS QUE REALMENTE SIENTE&lt;br /&gt;Y NO LAS PALABRAS DE ALGUIEN QUE SE ARRODILLA.&lt;br /&gt;MI HISTORIA MUESTRA QUE ASUMÍ LOS GOLPES&lt;br /&gt;Y LO HICE A MI MANERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÍ, FUE A MI MANERA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonará prematuro, pero quiero que esta canción suene en mi funeral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-3253231250511516931?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/3253231250511516931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=3253231250511516931' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/3253231250511516931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/3253231250511516931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-way-version-elvis.html' title='My way (version Elvis)'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-7640334190329411190</id><published>2008-08-26T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:37:03.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Cárcel (Cover)  (Enanitos Verdes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxMsVwJ2gXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxMsVwJ2gXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te vas amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si así lo quieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que puedo yo hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu vanidad no te deja entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que en la pobreza se sabe querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiero llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me destroza que pienses así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y más que ahora me quedé sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me duele lo que tu vas a sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero recuerda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie es perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tú lo verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;más de mil cosas mejores tendrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero cariño sincero jamás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vete olvidando de esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que dejas y que cambiarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por la aventura que tú ya verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;será tu carcel y nunca saldrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Más despexao porfa, bueno eso, ke lo disfruten, yo la medito y sufro...&lt;br /&gt;hasta la vista babes!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-7640334190329411190?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/7640334190329411190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=7640334190329411190' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7640334190329411190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/7640334190329411190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/play-title-tu-crcel-cover-artist.html' title='Tu Cárcel (Cover)  (Enanitos Verdes)'/><author><name>the_Rockberto™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02623398923302775199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='2' height='1' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GDCVAExJx-I/SEfafUHiMrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/P5xrz08q5og/S220/the_Rockberto+v2.07%E2%84%A2+AntiNazi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581905427075425325.post-1160149918361114202</id><published>2008-08-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:47:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enloquecer (Fito Paez)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjuAbp9eQp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjuAbp9eQp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada que el tiempo, amor &lt;br /&gt;no cure y no lave &lt;br /&gt;no hay nada en tu corazón &lt;br /&gt;que algún día no se quiera ir &lt;br /&gt;cortála, no exagerés &lt;br /&gt;no seas tan drástica &lt;br /&gt;por fin sacudítelo &lt;br /&gt;si no nunca vas a ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;llevá los golpes de la vida &lt;br /&gt;mañana va a ser otro día &lt;br /&gt;hoy mejor vayámonos al cine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan sólo es el tiempo, amor &lt;br /&gt;nos lleva adelante &lt;br /&gt;entiendo de tu terror &lt;br /&gt;de que todo se termine aquí &lt;br /&gt;lo que hay en tu corazón &lt;br /&gt;te abriga y te chala &lt;br /&gt;me pierde y me da calor &lt;br /&gt;nos volea y nos hace reír &lt;br /&gt;nos queda el resto de la vida &lt;br /&gt;no creo que haya una salida &lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero darte cosas simples  Canciones de Fito Paez&lt;br /&gt;y un maravilloso amanecer &lt;br /&gt;y un maravilloso amanecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;me voy a enloquecer &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;te voy a enloquecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos queda el resto de la vida &lt;br /&gt;no creo que haya una salida &lt;br /&gt;sólo quiero darte cosas simples &lt;br /&gt;y un maravilloso amanecer &lt;br /&gt;y un maravilloso amanecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;me voy a enloquecer &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;si te vuelvo a ver &lt;br /&gt;te voy a enloquecer &lt;br /&gt;te voy a enloquecer &lt;br /&gt;me voy a enloquecer &lt;br /&gt;me voy a enloquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-1160149918361114202?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/1160149918361114202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-5581905427075425325.post-8258716480239860035</id><published>2008-08-25T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:39:03.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y que vamos a hacer acá?</title><content type='html'>Weno cabritos, este blog es bastante especifico, se trata de un espacio netamente musical. Lo que haremos será recolectar canciones, que por alguna razón, signifiquen algo, ya sea su letra, o que marcan una epoca, o simplemente nos gustan. Este blog es parte de la franquicia &lt;a href="http://www.bostasdehombres.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bostas de Hombres&lt;/a&gt;. Esto es algo así como la banda sonora de bostas, de ahi su nombre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5581905427075425325-8258716480239860035?l=bostasonora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/feeds/8258716480239860035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5581905427075425325&amp;postID=8258716480239860035' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/8258716480239860035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581905427075425325/posts/default/8258716480239860035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bostasonora.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-que-vamos-hacer-ac.html' title='Y que vamos a hacer acá?'/><author><name>Flansho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15745241357993806203</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></feed>
